As soon as the words left her lips, she suddenly took a step forward, lifting her other hand to gently push against his chest. The touch was as light as a tickle, yet Jamie found himself uncontrollably leaning backward.
He was still holding her hand, unable to let go in time. Mid-air, she fell into his arms, tumbling down with him, just like a replay of that afternoon's scene.
But this time, there was no suit on her back to provide a barrier. She lay completely naked on top of him, who was equally unclothed.
Their bodies were intimately touching, and the two soft mounds felt even more sensual than in the afternoon, with delicate skin and Sara's slightly higher body temperature, each stimulating Jamie's brain and causing a back-and-forth alternation between the illusory and real sensations. For a moment, he was unable to tell if this was a dream or reality.
What was worse was that Sara had touched his underwear when they fell down, and now he had no more cover to hide his shame. His erect member, which was even harder than in the afternoon, pierced through the woman's legs and stood up straight, the shaft firmly pressed against the slightly moist vulva. Jamie clenched his fist tightly, feeling that he was on the verge of losing control.
Just as Sara was continuing to tease him, she softened her voice and coquettishly asked, "I want it, can you give it to me?"
She raised her hips, and her labia wrapped around the shaft as she slid down a few times. The warm, slippery touch and her seductive teasing were rapidly eroding Jamie's self-control, his reason quickly being consumed by a growing desire.
He spoke in a hoarse voice, not sure whether he was asking Sara or himself, "Can I?"
Sara continued to tempt him, "Of course, you got hard several times today, don't you want to fuck me in your heart?"
Jamie closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then uttered an "mm" after a moment.
How could he not want? The girl he'd yearned for all these years, even after just reuniting, every movement she made effortlessly stirred his desire.
Sara rubbed her pussy against his cock again, her voice seductive, "Then fuck me, I won't refuse you, after all, you're my future husband..."
This sentence was like a trigger that extinguished all of Jamie's reason, he could no longer control himself, and his hands on either side of her body suddenly bent her hips on both sides and fixed her, and he raised his waist and pushed his cock in whole.
Sara let out a lovely sigh of exhalation in his arms, "Ah ha... baby..."
Jamie grunted, and was about to fully carry out this spring dream.
"Ring—ring—"
The seductive cry suddenly turned into a piercing alarm clock, Jamie slightly stared blankly and opened his eyes. After a moment, he gasped slightly and raised his arm to cover his face.
He had actually had an erotic dream, and in it... he had made love to Sara!
To be precise, he had only penetrated her.
A few seconds later, Jamie let out an ambiguous "tsk." Without even looking, he stretched out his long arm and tossed the alarm clock from his bedside table into the trash can.
After throwing it, his hand hung in the air for a moment, then moved to the tissue next to the alarm clock.
The sensations from the dream were still lingering, the wet, warm, and tight feeling of him just being inserted, the pleasure of his genitals being enveloped, and the feeling of her naked body on top of him, her moans echoing in his ears.
So seductive, calling him baby and asking him to penetrate her.
Jamie sat halfway up the bed, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, thinking about Sara's voice, face, and body. In his hand, he held a stiff sexual organ and stroked it quickly.
In the darkness, his breathing became more labored, until finally he quickly pulled out a few sheets of paper to wrap around his penis and jerked off violently, his body convulsing as he ejaculated.
Jamie's sexual desire was actually not very strong, at least before Sara returned, with the exception of morning erections. He had almost no erections due to spring dreams or other reasons.
As for the number of times he masturbated, it was even fewer. There were only a few times when he masturbated to satisfy his physical needs, and most of the time, he finished it quickly.
But it seems that the stimulation from Sara was too great that after he finished masturbating once today, his mind became even more restless, and his sexual organ stood up again within just two or three minutes.
Unfortunately, he had to grab his unruly penis again.
He had to do it three times in a row before he could calm down his desire. The sky had turned pale, and he looked at the time. It was already past 6 am.
He didn't need to sleep anymore, so he took a shower in the bathroom and opened the closet door to get dressed.
As a rule, Jamie always dressed himself in a mature style, with a row of dark suits in the closet, regardless of the season.
Anyway, aside from Westbrook Hamlet, his life was just a routine between the office and home. Staying in air-conditioned rooms, wearing a suit wouldn't be too hot.
He reached out to grab a set of navy blue suit, but his fingers stopped when they touched the hanger.
The image of Sara naked and wearing a suit appeared in his mind again, and Jamie felt that he was reacting again.
He quickly closed the cabinet door and opened the other side, taking a white T-shirt and a casual white shirt from inside and putting them on over the white T-shirt.
He couldn't touch suits for a few days, it was killing him.
