Dreams.

As he pulls me closer, my heart races. I can feel my body responding to his touch. But as he begins to remove my clothes, I become conscious of my scars.

They remind me of the past and of the wounds I have suffered. I feel vulnerable and exposed as if he can see all of my flaws and imperfections.

But he continues to touch me with a tenderness that is both comforting and arousing. I begin to relax, letting go of my insecurities. In his arms, I feel safe and loved.

As we explore each other's bodies, I realize that my scars are just a small part of who I am. They are a testament to my strength and resilience. And with him, I can embrace my scars and all that they represent.

He laid me down on the bed with care, his hands running over my body, causing me to shiver. He leans in to kiss me, his lips trailing down my neck and chest, his tongue teasing my sensitive skin. I squirm with need, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

He continues to explore my body with his lips and tongue, his hands roaming over my skin and eliciting moans of pleasure from my lips. I arch my back, offering myself to him, wanting more.

Finally, he takes my cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, making me gasp with pleasure. He moves his mouth up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until I can't hold on any longer. With a cry of ecstasy, I release into his mouth, waves of pleasure washing over me.

He pulls away, a satisfied smile on his face, and I lay there, spent and content, my body still humming with pleasure. A few seconds later I crawl on top of him.

I kissed and licked Wang's body, exploring every inch of his skin with my tongue. I teased him, tantalizing him until he asked for more. I pleasured him with my hands and mouth, exploring every inch of his body until he could no longer contain himself and exploded into my mouth. It felt amazing, and I could feel the intensity of the moment as I savored the pleasure.

Wang turned me over and licked my butthole, sending pleasure waves through my body. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue explored my sensitive areas, teasing me and driving me wild. His touch was gentle yet passionate.

He inserted a finger into me, which felt strange at first. However, when he began moving, I felt amazing pleasure, and my toes curled involuntarily. He then inserted another finger after a while, and then another, until I moaned with pleasure and enjoyed this new sensation I didn't know existed. He moved his fingers in and out of me, exploring me in ways I had never experienced before. I was in ecstasy as he pushed me to the edge, and I could feel the intense pleasure radiating through my body. He then stopped and kissed me as I lay there panting with pleasure.

As he settles between my legs. I can feel his warmth and anticipate what's to come. He positions himself and leans down to kiss me. I eagerly respond, feeling the passion between us grow stronger with each passing moment. As he pulls back, he pushes himself slowly inside me. The sensation of him filling me up is nearly overwhelming. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer.

I felt a sharp pain erupt in me, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain. He immediately stopped and looked at me with concern. He asked me if I was alright, and I nodded, trying to catch my breath. He stayed still for a moment before slowly resuming his rhythm. He went slower this time, being mindful of my body's reaction. As I adjusted to the sensation, I started to enjoy it more, and the pain soon subsided.

I moved to match his pace as his pace picked up, hitting my sensitive spot. He moaned and growled between kisses as I built toward the edge of climax. I dug my nails into his back and clung to him tightly, my breathing becoming more erratic as I felt my body tremble. Finally, I exploded in pleasure, crying out in ecstasy as I experienced wave after wave of pleasure.

The experience was intense as he continued to change positions while I lost count of how many times I had climaxed. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. Every position he took brought a new level of stimulation, and I was completely lost in the moment. His skillful movements and the rhythm of his thrusts were perfectly synchronized, making me feel an incredible sensation of pleasure.

As I lay there, my body still trembling from the intense experience, I couldn't help but think about how satisfying it was to have such a skilled partner. His ability to switch positions effortlessly and bring me to climax so many times was truly impressive. But I couldn't help the jealousy that burned in my heart, wondering how many people he had done it with before me. I felt a twinge of rage for those who experienced the same pleasure I had felt. However, I quickly pushed it away and embraced the moment I was in.

He started thrusting sloppily, and I knew he was close. His breathing became shallow, and I could feel his muscles tense up as he let out a guttural moan. He finally came inside me, filling me with his warm liquid. I closed my eyes, feeling my pleasure build up as I felt his body relax. We lay there in blissful silence until I finally spoke. I looked up at him smiling and said, "That was incredible."

He lies beside me and kisses me softly. His lips are gentle on mine, and I feel a warm rush of emotion flooding through me. As I look into his eyes, I feel peace settle over me.

"You don't need to be jealous of anyone," he whispers, pulling me close. "You have me all to yourself."

I smile, snuggling into his embrace. I feel safe and loved, knowing that I am the only one he wants. With him, I know that I can be myself and that he will always be there for me.

As we lay there together, I felt his heartbeat against mine, and I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. With him by my side, I feel like I can take on the world. Together, we are unstoppable.

He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. After a few minutes, he emerged and swept me up into his arms, carrying me bridal-style into the bathroom. He set me down in the bathtub, lit some candles, and dimmed the lights. Then he joined me in the tub, and we soaked in the soothing, warm water with lavender bath salt for 30 minutes. When we emerged, he dried me off, dried himself, and returned to the bedroom.

The room was dimly lit as he gently laid me down on the bed. He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Open your legs for me." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the command but eagerly complied, spreading my legs apart.

He reached over to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a tube. I couldn't see what it was, but the way he held it made me feel nervous and excited. As he applied the tube contents, I felt a cool sensation spreading through my body. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but one I quickly loved.

When he was done, he placed the tube back in the drawer. "It's a soothing balm; it would help with soreness." He then got up, put on a new pair of briefs for me, and wore one for himself.

He lay down beside me and pulled me against his chest, kissing my forehead. "I love you," he said softly, before leaning in to kiss me more. His lips were soft and gentle, enveloping me with a warmth that emanated from my core. He hugged me tight, and I knew, at that moment, that I was truly loved.

I love you too, I whisper as I snuggle into his chest and let sleep carry me to the deepest dream.