I am willing to follow you (5)

Our Ajia was busy so making imaginary love to her dream boy Max, she couldn't even notice how a shadow crept inside her room. His hands crept down in his pants, slowly, painfully slowly he pushed down his pants. He didn't want to do this, to himself, to Adria, but he just couldn't stop. When you're touch starved, sad, missing someone deeply, then if someone calls your name so endearingly, full with passion, you'd never be able to stop yourself either. He was stroking his length, imagining himself inside her wet cave. Oh how he wish he could stop. But Ajia's magic was overcoming his sense of thoughts, and he couldn't stop himself, no matter how much he wished to.

Feeling helpless, he moaned out loud. Ajia was so drowned in her pleasure, she couldn't even hear it. She was moaning , and now Max felt he could not take it any longer. He took big strides towards her bed, and pulled the covers.

Ajia snapped back to her senses, "What the actual heck is happening right now? Am I dreaming, is this a dream, why is Max here? Wha- Why is he so red? What, he looks so sexy right now. Its a dream. It must be a dream."

Max, after pulling the covers, could not believe what his eyes just saw. Adria, why can he see her?? So needy and whiny, all for him. Her t-shirt was pushed up to her neck and she was still vibrating from and riding her sensations like she was on vibration mode. He could not take it any longer. Day in and day out, he was missing her like a crazy mad man. Now that he found her, laid like a feast, all for himself, he could never believe that this is reality. It was a recurring dream for him. He thought about her everyday, he missed her everyday. But today it was different, it was much realistic. She was so submissive too. He never actually liked her all arrogant and demanding. He liked his woman a bit submissive, waiting for him to help her get what she wants, what they want, together. But Adria would never wait for him to express it, to let them burn slowly to the end, she just took control and rode away the tension between them. But now as she was there, just like he'd like her to, he couldn't bring himself to stop. To tell her how he missed her. How angry he was. How he decided he'll lock her away in a room only for himself and for no one else to see. How he was scared that he'll never see her again. He just saw her lying there, and this time, let his body express how badly he wants her.

He sat on the bed, and the bed dipped with his weight. Ajia, who thought that this is a dream, decided to let all happen to her. Real or not, this is Max, the guy she loves like crazy, and if this dream is what she gets to live, subsiding her pride, she'll live it.

He touched her cheeks, and bent down to kiss her. She closed her eyes in anticipation, and he saw it ,thinking, "Mine, so pretty all for me" . He kissed her hard, to let her know how much he is carving her right now. There was no gentleness in his actions, just pure carving for his love. She was just letting herself experience it, having given up her pride, she just wanted to be in his arms forever, on his side, going through all the ups and downs together.

He stripped her and himself naked, discarding her and his clothes one by one. His t-shirt was hanging on the bed frame, and her lingerie was lying on floor, looking so pathetic. He begin to kiss her low, on her cheek, her neck, her collar bones, deeper, and more deeper. Sucking on her mounds, he felt like he was in heaven. She was so different, so gentle today, like she was melting when he was touching her. Her moans were all too needy, and all of this was hitting differently.

He decided to test the waters. He slowly slipped a finger inside her wetness, and pulled them back, drenched with her juices. She just moaned loudly and arched her back in his embrace. This encounter made his so proud of himself. "Preety Doll, so needy for me today."

She couldn't believe that Max actually said that to her. It was him, it was really him. It wasn't a dream. She began to wiggle in his arms with this sudden realization. He began to feel bad about this. "Doll, do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment to come? Please, stay, I promise I'll make you feel good about this. "

His words dripped like honey in Ajia's ears. She could not stop him, love of her life begging her to let him have her way with her. She was going crazy, it's Max, really Max. Calling her sweet names so endearingly. Her heart felt so full, and she could never ask him to stop. She tilted her head, in his arms, and gave him a chase kiss on his lips. This was the sign Max was waiting for. He began to touch her again, this time gently, like she is his most precious treasure. She felt so good about this, her dreams are coming true, what more could she ever ask for. She tried her best to co-operate with him, even though she lacked real experience.

Max knew something was off. Adria, she wasn't so inexperienced, so clumsy and messy. But he wasn't in his right mind. It was Adria anyway, and even if she comes back as a different woman with her face, he'll accept her. The attraction of face and body, it never let's us accept the person. You love their face and want them to be your doll. to play according to you. But that's not what love is. Love is different.

Ajia wasn't aware that how heartbroken she's going to be.