I gripped his shoulders, intending to push him off when he began to grind roughly against me.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” I responded and I hung up.
I tossed on my bed. One of the hardest thing I have ever faced was being in a long distance relationship. Two months after Peter and I started dating, he got the opportunity to travel to the UK that he had been waiting for for years. I knew he had to leave but I did not think about how hard it would be on our relationship when he did.
We had been doing long distance for almost a year now and it was very lonely. The relationship had grown over time and when he returned in six months, we would be getting married. I felt a momentary excitement at the thought, then remembered that he was only going to be inn Nigeria for two weeks then he would have to return. The plan was that getting married will make it easier for me to be able to join him over there. So, I only get two weeks of his company then it was back to the loneliness.
I tossed on the bed again. I hated mattresses that were too soft but this was the only place I could sleep in. I was spending my weekend at my soon-to-be in law’s house. With the wedding approaching, it became pertinent that I got to know his family so I had been spending the odd weekend here and there at their house.
Peter’s parents were very good to me. His mother always cared for me like a daughter and we have gotten quite close. His father, although not always around, usually bought me things whenever he went out. He enjoyed my company and always wanted me around with him whenever he was home. He was very interested in things like my job, family, etc. We would often watch movies together and he loved talking about his own life and achievement. I truly loved them but they were not a replacement for having my man by my side.
I thought about how amazing Peter was in bed. We started making love almost as soon as we started dating. He was gentle and sweet. He would make sure he pleased me and I did the same for him. It was the sweet thought of us being together that lulled me to sleep.
He was in my dreams that night. He always was. This time, I dreamt that he was in my bed at his parent’s house. He kissed my neck and gently slid my legs apart. His hand went slowly and deliberately under my dress and he shifted my panties aside to slide a finger inside me. I moved my hips towards the hand as he began to finger me in and out. I got wet almost instantly, riding his finger and cried out in pleasure when he slipped two fingers in. He pumped into me harder and harder until I was pleading for him to fu ck me.
He soon retrieved his fingers and pulled my panties down. I spread my legs even further apart for him, opening up my cunt. He knelt between my legs, unzipped his trousers and slid smoothly into my wet, tight hole. I moaned, gripping his shoulders.
The dream was so intense that I felt myself shifting with desire in bed as I awoke from it. I nearly cried out in surprise. There was actually someone on my bed, lying on top of me and fuc king me. I felt startled and was about to scream when he leant towards my neck and whispered, “Shhh…”
I knew that voice. It was my father-in-law. His co ck was sliding smoothly in and out of me and at first, I was in shock. How did I not know when he entered? What do I do? I gripped his shoulders, intending to push him off when he began to grind roughly against me. I melted as soon as he hit my G-spot. I really did not want to stop. Not right now
I kept my hand on his shoulder but did not push him away. His moves became even faster and I started panting until I came hard around me. He began thrusting into my cunt faster, nearing his own climax and cum ming inside me.
We lay that way for a while, him on top of me.
“Why did you do that?” I asked him eventually.
“Did you not like it,” he said, sounding victorious.
I shook my head but kept silent. He slid out of me and got dressed. Before he left, he bent to kiss me. I felt my arousal building again as he did. He withdrew, smiled and walked out.
I knew I would not be able to survive for six more months and I hated myself, because, at that moment, I hope this will not be the last night-time visit from my to-be father-in-law.
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