The Opulent Dream (18+)

We = One

We laid together our bare bodies intertwined as a jigsaw puzzle. Our hands clinging to one another making up for such lost time." Harlow?" He says softly that I can barely hear his raspy accent. " Yes, my love?" I respond.
" Why would you keep such a secret like this from me hmmm.....? I'm sorry love, uu-mmmm... I'm perplexed and ay... Hmmm... bloody....can't get past it. " Shaking his perfectly shaped head. "What... !!! what if something would have happened. The thought is frightening. I would not known the slightest most imperative things to do. I would have been lost. This kind of a secret it's your life. Why hhmmm.... do you insist on frustrating me with secrets. It's tiresome and this is to big of a secret to keep. Mmm...hmmmm... I don't know anyone close to you other than a few mates we share...They obviously don't have a clue! Or would ." I cut him off mid-sentence. " Only Martone and Loren know. " I inform him. " Ohhh bloody brilliant the fantastic twosome know. Bloody hell Harlow. Hmmm.." I don't respond to him. As per his sarcastic comment. "Ash.mmmm my "brother" isn't my "brother" he's just a close friend I grew up with. Ash he knows as well . But no you are correct no one else knows. I told you I don't want people to treat me differently I don't want pity or sympathy OK!!!. For right now PLEASE !" Raising my voice monotone. " I wish that right now, we do not discuss it ANY...MORE tonight. I want to relish this time with you and me. The peacefulness of our being together in this moment ." I respond lowering my voice. He is silent. All but the mechanics of the train and the heavy rain pattering on the windows are heard.

For a moment Tom is away in thought. His chiseled hairy jaw illuminates a glow as he speaks "Harlow again it doesn't make me want to treat you differently. Really if anything aye... it makes me mmm...sort of want to rush more into things. I can't stop shite from flashing in my head. I am so incredibly enraptured with all of you. I'm mad bloody mmmm.....crazy about you. I should not even have to tell you all this." An annoyed tone in his voice.

" Tom please!" I clamor at him. " No, let me finish." Lifting his hand up and sternly cuts me off. " The thought of anything or anyone hurting you makes me just want to flip the fuck out. Then make love to you mmm...till you can't .. possibly handle my cock inside you anymore." He says hungrily. " I was wondering all this time I'm cumming inside you, I'm being honest mmm... in saying I'm more than likely wanting and trying to get you up the duff so I can just have you. Yess!! I know It isn't right it's horrid that I hear myself say it aloud. I realize that isn't something we have discussed and it is your body. But the thought of you not being with me is Just bullocks!!!! I fuckin can't think straight. It's feels like you put some sort of a spell on me. When being with you takes me out of my reality into a dream like state. What is this effect you have over me??Hmm .... Here for instance" .... Flashing his hands about as he speaks. "You laying here buff your breasts pressed against me. My rod is rock hard. Then I start going in my mind over and over. What else are you keeping from me? I should be past this I'm not an insecure gent...mmm..." He quips. " Tom..mm plea..." He won't allow me a word in edgewise. "The mystery is alluring.... Hah..it is. But my heart just sinks." He hums into me. Turning onto his stomach laying his head on my bare breasts. The heat from his breathing is making my blood rise. Everything inside of me screaming for him to be quiet about me and my health and take me. Just fucking fuck me. Stop talking stop thinking. Over and over thoughts of everything. I want him to ravage me. Ravage me like his angelic whore.

His lips pressed on my skin and says nothing. He lifts his hand to my breast. With his pointer finger and thumb placing them gently to the form of my soft nipple. He wisps his fingers in a circle around and around. Managing quickly to make my nipple erect. " Fuck Harlow, I have visions of just feeding off your milky breasts, suckling them as they nurture me. God dam-it everything about your body feeds me in some form or another." His accent was deep with his breathing heavy and hot on my skin. My nipple continues to twist and twirl between his rough but gentle grip. " Then devour me my love, let me nourish you. That's all I want right now. For you to let go and take me in all the madness you are feeling." I say leaning close to his face. Rubbing my hand through his slightly damp hair.