I not sure what it was. I don't know if it was the fact that mum decided to take Fred for the weekend or if it was that meatball sub that I had for dinner but I found myself having the oddest dream. I was sleep and I felt the soft touch of a hand. It barely touched my arm but it was enough to get my attention. Then I felt nice and gentle kisses on my lips and then it trailed down my check to my neck and back up to my ear. Why the ear. Whomever it was in my dream they knew where to touch to get my heart pumping fast. Then they pulled the strap of my night-gown down off my shoulder and began to kiss me. By now I am letting out little light moans. I awake in my dream to see who this is but I can't see his face. I close my eyes again and we begin to kiss very passionately and just as this mystery man began to rid me of that confining night-gown I was awaken by George.

"Ang, are you all right. I heard you down the hall."

"I'm ok. Just a mini nightmare." I lied, I couldn't tell him I was dreaming of some man kissing and touching me. I hadn't even noticed that my heart was beating kind of fast and that I was sweating a bit. Man I really need to get a boyfriend or a 'fuck buddy'. It doesn't help that this man keeps walking around shirtless. Sometimes he is just in his boxers and he is always coming in the bathroom while I am showering to shave and tells me that it isn't anything he hasn't seen before. I started repaying the favor to him. Walking around in my sexy night gowns that show off more than a bit of my legs. I wonder if he is uncomfortable with that or maybe thats why some nights he goes to bed early because he can't take it any more. Maybe he wants me just as bad as I want him.

"George, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you…. I mean have you …. Since that night?"

"Hmmm.. ohhhhhhh, well not with another women, if that what you're asking." Just then I attacked him. Not really attacked I would say slightly assaulted him, I really don't think he minded because his hand were pulling and tugging at my night-gown as if he were a mad man we were kissing fiercely. All I could think about was ending my 11 month drought. He was kissing my neck caressing my breast and I was pulling his hair and playing with his ear. I felt his hand playing with my knickers, I guess they weren't coming off fast enough for him because he ended up ripping them off. I'll have to get on him about that later, but right I couldn't think about that because of the beautiful things his skilled fingers were doing to my soppy wet folds.

His thumb was making a circles on my sensitive nub, while his fingers were pumping in and out of me. Oh man,it won't be long. As I was nearing my release he stopped. "What the hell?" I protested and he just laughed at me.

"Good things come to those who wait." Damn him and his waiting. I needed this now. I figured if he wanted to play games then I could get in on the fun. I attacked his lips hungrily, and began to stroke his length through his boxers. Oh how I missed teasing him this way. I continued my ministrations only stopping to divest him of the offending cloth that came between me and the flesh underneath them. I began a slow torturous trail from his lips to his stomach. When I got to his ripped abs, I began to lick my way to that magnificent appendage. I proceeded to tease him by licking that sensitive spot around the head. That sweet gasp that followed as I engulfed him slowly in my mouth. I had him twitching, turning and begging. "Ang, stop teasing..."

Before I could tell him no, he pulled me up to him and began kissing me again as we switched rolls of dominance. Oh there it was, that thickness, always finds its way to the sweet spot. His thrusts were urgent and rough, but it didn't care it felt so good. I wasn't going to last much longer. I don't know how I've lasted this long. After months of being mad at him, here we are again. Oh, but I can't think about that right now. "George, I'm..." I couldn't even get it out before the best orgasm I've had in a long time over took me. All my nerve ending came alive. I saw stars, the earth moved, and Jesus high fived me. Well maybe not that last part but damn it was a good one.

Moments later George let go with a loud "Oh fuck!" We lay there, breathing heavy, trying to catch our breath. No one said a word, so I took it upon myself to initiate our second round. Hell if we're going to regret it later, I might as well get a couple more orgasms out of the deal. There was moaning, scratching, hair pulling, back arching toe curling. After about two hours and three go rounds we just laid there with our hands entwined thinking.

"Ang?"

"Shut up just let it be what it is. No analyzing tonight."