“Hie vaedrum teim,” I repeated the words I always told him in my dreams. The same words he woke me up with in the mornings after spending the whole night wrapped in blankets and orgasms.
They unleashed him. With one swift movement, Ansgar pulled my body even closer to his, if such a thing was possible, and pressed me under him, making me feel all of him, along with his desire. And I wanted him inside of me, with desperate need.
Our lips clashed, a battle of tongues and teeth, biting, licking, caressing until they combined taste and smell. Until my mouth belonged solely to him. Ansgar’s hands grabbed my shirt and pulled it quickly over my head, unveiling my breasts.
I mimicked the movement, focusing my attention on those sculpted abs I missed so much, and united my skin to his, my chest to his own, needing to feel the skin-to-skin contact. Our beating hearts recognised each other and started pumping with joy, making our bodies more relentless.
Ansgar’s lips parted from mine and explored the territory he already knew so well. From the shell of my ear to my neck, down to the valley of my breasts where his hands pulled and squeezed and tantalised, his teeth biting softly until I remained a mess under him. The pleasure was too much, feeling him by my side was so good that I almost came then and there. And he hadn’t even pulled my pants off.
“Baby,” I pleaded, unable to contain this, needing him so much it hurt.
I didn't even have to say it; he knew what I wanted. He stopped paying attention to my left breast, which casually rested in his mouth, just long enough to pull down my pants. My panties went along with a brutal motion and I remained bare under him.
He smiled and looked at my lower parts with hunger, as though he hadn’t enjoyed a meal in the year we’d been apart and I was the main course. I couldn't take it any longer, seeing him like that, on top of me made me desire him with a passion, so I stood just enough to grab the waist of his pants and make a downward motion, ordering him to pull them down immediately.
Ansgar wiggled his legs out of his pants while he returned his full attention to my breasts and as he did, his length sprang free. Hard, thick, and ready for me. Oh god, I wanted him now.
I positioned myself under him, pushing my pelvis to his own and feeling his desire onto mine. I made a motion to grab him, but he shifted away, continuing to play with my breasts.
“Ansgar,” I moaned in a threatening tone. I couldn’t understand why he was taking so long when I would have jumped him in a second.
“Don’t rush fahrenor, we have all night,” he replied from the valley of my breasts, but shifted one of his hands and trailed slowly, so torturously slowly in between my legs. The movement of his fingers immediately appeased me and I let myself feel.
Feel him, feel everything he was doing to me, the way his fingers penetrated my core and expertly found that spot that had me forget my name or what planet I lived on. By the time I came back to reality, Ansgar’s lips had replaced his fingers and my lover pushed his tongue inside me, sucking and flicking just the way he knew I liked it. Needless to say, a second orgasm burst through me before I even had a chance to say his name.
“Just fuck me already,” I couldn’t contain myself. I needed to feel him. To have him. Now. “Please,” I added and looked at him with a pleading gaze while I grabbed his face and pulled just enough to detach his lips from my slits and force him to look at me.
He grinned, but did not protest, only shifted in bed and placed himself on top of me again, pushing at my entrance for confirmation. “Please,” I whimpered again, grabbing his shoulders and bracing myself.
Ansgar did as asked and entered me so abruptly that I felt every inch, every thick vein pushing into me, forcing me to split wider for him, urging me to scream at the sheer force that suddenly possessed him. He did not stop, did not let me adjust like he normally did, but continued thrusting. Deeper, harder, until I was screaming, until I dug my fingers so deep into his skin that I drew blood. He rammed into me, impatient and abrupt, ripping every inhibition away. There was only him, the sensation of him, I could not think beyond where we united, nothing else mattered. I felt him so deep that I thought I would split apart, but the pleasure was so intense it would not matter. I would gladly die having sex with Ansgar.
Orgasm after orgasm burst out of me until the pleasure and pain changed their meaning and I did not know what to feel anymore. Still, he would not stop, would not slow down. I moved a hand from his shoulder to his face, touching the strands of sweat curtained on his skin, and forced his gaze to join mine.
His eyes shifted, awakened from trance and moved just a little bit slower, decreasing his rhythm just enough to give me his full attention.
“Feel good?” he smirked, a proud lover’s grin, knowing full well what he had done to me, that I would probably be unable to walk straight tomorrow.
“Yes, it was amazing,” I replied in between pants, hoping that my answer would calm him enough and allow him to concentrate on finding his own pleasure.
“Good, I'm getting tired,” Ansgar replied. Only it was not Ansgar, his tone of voice sounded different and his expression taut, not the sweet man I had come to know and love.
Before I had time to respond, he stopped abruptly, releasing his length from inside of me and rising from bed.
“Ansgar?” I questioned the man in front of me, who all of a sudden became very different and changed his attitude in a mere second. Had I done something to offend him?
“Go to sleep sprout, you have a big day tomorrow.” With that, Ansgar’s body vanished right in front of my eyes.
Day 14
The knock on the door came later than expected, but I was ready for it. I had an anger fit last night, after realising what had happened and wanted to run across the hall to Rhylan’s room. Until I realised that I was naked. And my insides ached from the hard-core sex I just had with my imaginary boyfriend. I barely turned the pillow and placed my head over the silk fabric that I immediately fell asleep.
But this morning I was ready and opened the door wide, preparing the blow I had wanted to plant on his face since last night. Rhylan’s cheek turned from the speed of my palm, twisting to the side along with the force I had put into that stroke.
“What was that last night?” I accused and raised my hand again, only this time his instincts kicked in and he caught my wrist. I tried to jiggle it away to no avail.
“Is this the thank you I get from giving you a night with your princeling?” Rhylan huffed, looking at me in amazement, as though he could not believe I had the nerve to be angry about it.
“You forced him in my mind. You made me believe he was real!” I shouted, still trying to escape his grab.
