Dreaming a dream as someone who hates dreams but needs sleep

Her urge along with her pull seemed to seal his fate, moving with her into her bedroom. It was even cozy in here. She moved to sit on the bed and he followed her slight pull of his hands, standing closer to her as she sat in front of him. Her question made him furrow his brow slightly, but his face soon softened up in a warm gaze with a smile. "Yeah, I really do," he admitted, giving her hand a gentle squeeze that he hoped would support his claim. "You're funny and passionate .. you're comforting and empathic .. and on top of that I find you very beautiful and attractive," he knew it was perhaps a lot to confess to, but they were in a unique setting right now. Maybe he feared that if he didn't get to tell her all of this now, then he never would be able to. "You mean a lot to me," he whispered, almost as if he was too scared to admit it. He had had his heart broken before, and he knew that putting himself in the position as a rebound was far from ideal. But he also wanted to help her. Soothe that part of her that was hurting. And frankly thinking of her going out to find someone else hurt more. At least with him she could feel safe, right? "And you don't have to say anything .. I am well aware of the situation," he assured her.

She liked him, but part of him also knew that she didn't like him in the same way that he liked her. And that was alright. He had chosen this path, and he wasn't backing out now. The pull made him follow, careful not to put weight on her stomach even if it was barely noticeable when she was pressed into the mattress. Searching her eyes he sent her a brief smile before leaning down to tend to her neck once more. His lips were delicate, but there was a need to them. Feeling her close was good, but he felt almost greedy in wanting to feel all of her. His hands moving down along her sides, grasping softly at her skin just to feel that it was indeed really happening.
His lips moved further down, kissing over her breasts as he felt his heart in his throat. Gods he wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to do what would make her feel good again. "I need to get out of my pants," he chuckled softly, leaning away to look at her. It was painfully clear just how tight they were on him. And frankly it was visible that he wasn't lacking in that area of his body. He got off of her briefly, getting out of his pants and socks before offering to rid her of her bottoms as well. If she let him, he would be rather gentle. No rush. No strong pulling. Just helping her out of them before rejoining her on the bed. He then returned his kisses to her upper body as his hands moved down, exploring the skin on her thighs and behind, grasping at the soft skin. "Do you want me to ..?" He asked, his hand moving to the inside of her thigh, his fingers just lightly teasing her.

Both of them stripping down was definitely a point of no return like no other. Seeing her he took just a second to marvel at how beautiful she looked. And while he didn't say anything, it was quite clear from his eyes just how much he adored her. Her admittance made him chuckle, smiling against her skin and kissing up to just beneath her earlobe, "I would like to feel that for myself," he admitted in an almost tender whisper, nibbling gently at her earlobe. His fingers found their way to her wet entrance, groaning softly against her ear, feeling his whole body react. Had he done this to her, or was it merely the hormones? He didn't want to think of it too long as the answer might've disappointed him. Instead he pressed two fingers into her, gasping softly at how little resistance there was, gritting his teeth as he moaned softly. His shoulders were trembling a little at how turned on he was, but it was also the nerves setting in. He wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to be what she needed.
Removing his fingers he instead turned his attention to her delicate bell, smearing the wetness around before he started to tease her. This wasn't just about his pleasure, but hers as well. And with how wet and relaxed she was, he was certain that she was going to enjoy giving herself over to the pleasure itself. "You're so hot .. so beautiful .. mhmm fuck," he moaned against her skin before pulling back to look at her. She was genuinely all he had wanted for some time. Strange when he usually wasn't one to just commit. And sure, he had seen some girls in the meantime, but it had more been to have some fun and let out some steam. Not really about having a partner. Though he also knew that she didn't want him like that. No, right now he was perhaps more akin to a dildo on legs, and he had found his peace with it.

He wanted her to just have a good time, especially after she had been crying and so down about what had happened. It seemed almost selfish, but he knew he wasn't. He wanted this; to be with her and make her moan as wonderfully as she did right now. As she looked at him, his lips pulling up in his boyish charming smile before he watched her give in. What a sight. He felt his breath hiccup softly, helping her ride out her high as long as possible before she probably needed a breather. Removing his fingers from her he didn't really mind how wet they were, but decided to lick and suck them clean just for good measure. Fuck. She even tasted good.
The remark made him chuckle, shrugging lightly, "I've had time to practice," quite the funny and snarky remark, but he didn't want this to be too serious. He wanted them to still be them. Leaning down he connected their lips, making out with her, though not too crazily. He kept it light and yet filled with need. Pulling away he looked at her before frowning lightly. "Fuck, condom?" He asked. They hadn't really discussed it. Sure, she was pregnant, but he wasn't going to take that as the answer. He wanted her consent and wanted her to voice what she wanted. He was clean, no sickness, and he made sure to get checked every now and again. "I mean .. I don't want to assume .."

This was crazy stupid, and yet he couldn't deny that he just wanted to be as close to her as he could get. No condom meant closer, right? At least that was how it worked in his mind. He kissed her again, moving up further between her legs, slowly rubbing himself against her, moaning in surprise at how good it felt. She was genuinely soaking, and he felt small shivers travel down his spine in pure delight. "I just want you," he admitted in a vulnerable moment, letting her get used to him being this close, but also making sure he didn't just go in dry. When he felt ready he took a deep breath, pulling slightly away, a hand moving down to guide his member just to be sure he didn't do anything stupid. "Tell me if something doesn't feel right," he just said in a caring tone before he slowly inserted himself.
His jaw tensed, the feeling rather immense but in the best way possible. He wasn't even all the way in yet, but focused on just being with her and not putting pressure on her stomach. Was it weird that he found her appealing despite being pregnant? He hoped not, but he couldn't really ask her in such a tender moment. He moaned softly, leaning down to kiss her lips gently as he slowly started to rock his hips. It wasn't anything crazy, but slowly and surely moving further inside of her. He had a hard time as he tried to hold back his moans. Mostly because he was afraid it would ruin it for her. Groaning softly he eventually hit her bottom, surprising him a little, and slightly panicking asking her, "sorry, are you alright?"

He really didn't want to mess this up. This might've been his only chance, so he wanted it to be perfect. Maybe that was why he felt so much panic at seeing her squirm. However she was really good at calming him down, nodding softly as she assured him that she was alright and safe. He moaned softly against her lips as he felt his member twitch within her. "It just feels so heavenly .. and I want to make you feel the same," he admitted, slowly starting to rock his hips, greeting her and creating small gentle slap sounds from their skin clashing. At this point he couldn't really hold his moans back, kissing her lips, even going as far as licking them. He wanted to taste her, have all of her, because in this moment they sorta belonged to one another.
One thing was for sure, he was thorough in making sure she was ready and well stretched out before his hips turned from rocking to thrusting into her. He swore under his breath, "you feel so good baby," he just moaned, barely thinking about what he was actually saying. But he wasn't selfish. He was actively trying to hit that tender spot within her that could make her see stars.

Happy to hear he was doing well it perhaps also encouraged him to do better. As he picked up the pace he smiled at her mutter, grabbing her hips easily and pressing her slightly into the mattress. He was basically thrusting into her rather mercilessly, moaning as he knew he could give her more. He had a great endurance, that was for sure, but he knew he could also fall over the edge in a split second if he lost focus. He looked at her, seeing how she was bouncing a little with every thrust, and while he didn't wish to hurt her, it was like he wanted to be further and further inside of her, hitting her bottom every other thrust just to not make it hurt. Cursing under his breath a few times he leaned down, hooking his lips onto one of her nipples, lightly sucking as he kept his pace up. He felt eager, virile and ready to please her. And it was very clear that he enjoyed himself very much.
Releasing her nipple, he adjusted the two of them a little. He felt rather strong as he could quite easily move her to where she needed to be. His lips pulled up in a smile as he stopped his thrusting, pulling out slowly as if he was done, only to shoot himself back in rather firmly. Moans spilling from his mouth as he did it a few more times, each time hitting her bottom, and each time making his whole body tingle with delight. "I honestly can't get enough of you," he admitted, moaning as he returned to his more merciless thrusting, just really wanting to please both of them. She felt so slippery, and it made the experience that much better. He didn't care about tightness. No, this showed that she was trusting him, that she was turned on enough for him to barely think of going too hard.

Oh she was absolutely wonderful in the way she looked and sounded, and as she said she was close he changed virtually nothing before she gave in. Well his thrusts remained the same, the only difference being that he almost cradled her. Keeping her safe to explore her own high. He moaned with her, a small bit of him spilling over, but he held back. It was almost straining him, but he liked it a lot. He slowed down for a little while, fucking her almost gently if it weren't for the fact that he still hit deep within her. Leaning down he kissed her, moaning against her lips. Safe to say he had forgotten how to suppress his sounds. "Fuck, Mari, you're soaked," he complained but it was definitely only because it felt so good. Warm and wet, and just right now his.
"You're so beautiful," he moaned, releasing her hip as one hand moved up, cupping her face as he was still thrusting into him, but it was clear he was having a small break. Just recharging his battery. "Do you want more?" He whispered almost teasingly thrusting into her a little more firmly. He smiled, humming and moaning at the sounds they were making. Fuck it was so erotic to him. If she responded negatively he would quite simply stop if that was what she wanted. If not he would move, sitting up on his knees and pulling her closer and almost up in his lap, only a hand on her hip kept her laying down. His eyes wandering down to look at how effortlessly he moved in and out of her he smiled. Then his eyes returned to her as his free hand moved his fingers down to her delicate bell, a charming smile on his lips. Dragging a few fingers around in her wetness he soon got to tease her, yet keeping up with the deep thrusts that made her squirm.

She wanted more and he would gladly provide her with all he could muster. He might've not been supernatural, but for a human he was pushing his limits. And yet he didn't feel tired yet. It was good to let out some steam. He chuckled as she was starting to show how playful she could be. He liked that a lot, and perhaps that was why he rewarded her so easily. The way she squirmed was just as good as her insides that he was so easily brushing against. The mutter made him pull up in a smile, "I hadn't noticed," he teased, thrusting further in, this time harder than before. "You're so pretty when you're eager like this," he muttered, thrusting into her once again as his hand on her hips tightened his grip just to pull her against him as he thrusted. He continued in this pace for a while, making sure she felt all of it; his fingers circling and pleasing her clit; his member faithfully stroking her insides with his well endowed length. He was moaning in delight, his muscles tensing and truly showing how strong he was. Looking to her he sent her a smile leaning down to connect their lips in a kiss. A kiss that soon enough evolved, licking her lips, making out with her as he kept up with everything else. And people said that men couldn't multitask!
In the end after everything he had to give in himself, making sure she was satisfied even if he hadn't made her cum a third time. It was very clear he was well versed, and perhaps back in Southern you might've called him a bit of a skirt chaser. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he did enjoy having a partner to please. Laying down beside her, his breath was fast, the euphoria still clouding his mind as he had a bit of a goofy smile on his lips. This had been stupid, but realization hadn't really kicked in just yet. A fine layer of sweat was on his skin, his breathing slowing down soon enough as he ran a hand through his hair. "I hope I did well," he just said, sitting up as he turned to look at her. Part of him felt saddened that it had taken her heartbreak for them to do this, but another part relished in seeing her like this. Reaching out he touched her stomach gently, just caressing it a little mindlessly. "I've always been scared shitless of having a kid," he admitted nodding a bit to himself. "I wasn't the brightest teen, got into all sorts of trouble and being from the place I was raised I was afraid I was going to end up like my parents," why was he spilling all of this now? He wasn't the father of this kid, and yet he still wanted to be in Mari's life. His eyes moved up to greet hers, "all I'm saying is if you keep it, I can help out .. I might not be the dad, but I still care for you and I do know a thing or two about raising kids," he had mentioned to her that he had basically been the one to take care of his younger siblings.

"I can't be the judge of what you would or wouldn't make," he admitted. Sure, he knew her, but kids were a different deal. He wasn't even sure he wanted kids down the road. Perhaps because he had already spent the majority of his life raising someone else's. "Besides that, fuck the dad; men are notoriously bad at handling anything to do with making a family," he smiled. There would always be those who could be responsible, and he knew that if a woman came up to him claiming to carry his child, he would have to step up too. But that hadn't happened yet and he felt thankful. "Frankly I've considered getting the snip, you know," moving to lay down once more as his body was still recovering. He felt good, but also concerned that she would throw him out soon enough. Maybe that was why he kept the conversation going?
He could hear on her breathing that it got a little rapid, but she seemed to calm down and he just reached down to take her hand. It wasn't because he was overly affectionate with her, right? He just was the type of guy to touch a lot. He hummed at the notion of studying, "that sounds good," he smiled. He wished he could do the same, but right now it wasn't really plausible with his funds. Maybe if he got a roommate or something to split the rent with it would be a different deal. "What would you like to study?" Genuinely interested in what she would want to learn about and perhaps what her career choice would be, besides barista of course.

The mention of men made her shrug lightly. "That's not very comforting." she chuckled. At least it was a little funny, even if was in an absurd; how could this even be a thing?-kind of way. She looked at him as he mentioned a vasectomy. That was a little interesting to her somehow. It wasnt something you heard often. "Well if you dont really want children, then you at least dont have to worry that they'll suddenly come along." she remarked. If it was possible and reversible had she done the same.
He took her hand and she gave it a soft squeeze. It was quite nice that he was here and not just leaving. She probably needed that more than what they had been doing before. She smiled as he seemed to agree that it was a good idea. But she didnt know what yet. "I was thinking anything that could give me an office job. Maybe as a secretary. I'm not sure yet." she pondered before she looked at him. "What do you imagine I would do well as?" she asked, looking a little serious like his input mattered.

"Very true," he smiled at her remark. He knew that vasectomies could be reversible if he ever changed his mind, but he wasn't sure he would. Not at his age at least. But maybe it was true what they said, that he just hadn't met the right girl yet. But believing that would be like believing that waking up tomorrow that pigs would start flying, so very unlikely to say the least. Holding her hand was perhaps more of a comfort to himself, but it felt good to feel how she squeezed it gently. He didn't like when other people weren't feeling good. It was maybe something he had kept around ever since his rocky childhood and neglectful parents.
She went on to explain what she thought she wanted to do and he hummed, nodding as she explained a job that was simple on paper but maybe harder than one realized. However he would commend her for at least having some sort of direction. A direction he felt he had lost some time ago. Her question made him turn his head, looking at her. He still found her very pretty, even if she was covered in sweat, it seemed to only make her more appealing. "I don't know .. I could imagine you doing something creative like writing or maybe opening your own book shop and café sorta deal?" He pondered out loud, sending her a smile, "like one of those cool ones that always smell so nice of coffee and tea, and there's small book reviews written for those for sale."

George smiled, pretnding to imagine it with her, though he obviously couldn't truly. The mention of a spin with drinking from your own cup made him smile and nod, "that's really cool," he said. He had never tried pottery, but he had seen it in movies and it looked a little complex for him. However she was quick to put herself down, making him frown a little confused. He turned over on his side, looking at her with serious eyes, "and why wouldn't you be able to do that? I mean you could always make a startup with someone who might have experience." Which was a fair point. Running a shop on her own might be a bit too big, but she could always start with a small team of maybe two or three including herself. "Hell, I'd come help clean up .. you wouldn't even have to pay me," he smiled.
But then something hit him hard and that was the sentence she spoke next. He felt a little saddened for some reason. "If I'm sweet then I really don't want to meet the assholes you've met," he confessed, his lips pulling up in a trying smile. "I mean I'm barely over the bare minimum," he argued. He wasn't always sweet. He could be an asshole too, but it just depended on who he was with. And Mari made him want to do better. He leaned in, giving her a soft peck on the lips, "you want to come with me and get cleaned up in a shower?" He asked. He had made the mess and he intended on cleaning up after himself at least.

"C'mon now you're just selling yourself short," he argued. Of course there would be someone who was willing. Hell if he knew anything about anything he would've gladly offered for this pretend scenario. His strength would perhaps come in the math department, but not really in management he would say. He couldn't help but chuckle at her tease, just shrugging his shoulders as that was just fun to him. But he did mean that he would help if the time came and she wanted someone to come and do a bit of free work. "I mean, you could pay me in a good cup of coffee?" He said with a big smile on his face.
The whole talk about the guys she had met or been with made him feel sad, and rather embarrassed by his own gender. Maybe some day she would find a few more good experiences, or at least he hoped so. At least he felt like she deserved that much after everything she had been through.
She agreed to a shower and he got up with her, however reaching out as she seemed sorta wobbly, "you alright?" He asked a little concerned, but as she complained about what was now effectively leaving her body he just chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I could get used to the view," he teased in a low murmur. It seemed that that part of their friendship was still standing. Out in the bathroom he looked at himself in the mirror, seeing all of his curls wild around his ears making him look a little goofy in his own opinion, but what the hell, she had probably gotten used to him. Turning on the water, he waited for a bit until it got warmer, getting in with her. It wasn't the biggest shower, but he would make do. Making the water fall down over them made him smile in bliss as the sweat was washed away. He loved sex, but he also enjoyed the aftermath of cleaning up, even if that was perhaps weird. There was just something refreshing about it.
"Need a hand?" A charming smile on his lips as his hand moved down her side, fingers now resting at her pubic bone, "I promise to behave." Quite the promise, but it was also obvious he wasn't sure he could keep it.