Forget Me Not Read Free

spread my legs a bit more and nudged up into me. His cock slid against my slit and I could feel my juices coat his penis. I was so ready.
    He entered me with one sure thrust. I knew he was large but I was surprised at how he filled me. For once, I felt complete. He pulled all the way out and I moaned. Then he drove into me. I bucked in his arms until his slow rhythm developed into something faster and harder. Every time he slid in, I met him thrust for thrust. My control was slipping and I could already feel my orgasm building.
    I buried my face in my pillow to stifle my scream of ecstasy and I felt him surge and throb deep inside me as his hoarse cries echoed around me. We stayed joined together for the longest time. It just felt so right.
    When we finally pulled apart and sank, breathless, onto the cool sheets, doubts rushed over me. What had I done? I'd just had sex—passionate, mind blowing sex—with a stranger. This wasn't me.
    Or was it?
    Did I really know who I was?
    After the accident, I'd never had this rush of passion. When Aaron made love to me, it was slow and careful ... and boring. I knew the fault was mine. Getting hit on the head with a chunk of a building and then waking up to a nightmare of epic proportions was enough to kill anyone's sex life. Especially when the man you're married to is a stranger.
    I even saw a therapist for a little while, hoping to reawaken ardour for the man I was married to. But after six months I'd just given up and decided to play the hand I'd been dealt. Aaron and I didn't have a grand passion, but I had learned to love him despite our obvious differences.
    The man next to me snored softly. I hadn't slept next to a man since Aaron died and I missed the warmth and comfort derived from the closeness of another human being. I relaxed a bit, thinking that in the next few minutes I'd get up, rouse the stranger and politely ask him to leave.
    I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I remembered was a dream. However, in retrospect I realise it was more like a memory.
    "It's my life and I want to go.” It was my voice I heard raised in anger.
    "I have a bad feeling about this trip. Please, wait a week and I'll go with you,” a man said. I couldn't see his face. I knew it wasn't Aaron, but the voice was familiar.
    "I can't. Seven hundred thousand dollars is too much money to turn down."
    "Why don't you just listen to sense? There's a madman out there stalking you. Wait until I can go with you."
    "The offer won't be there next week."
    "How do you know?"
    "The same way I know a lot of things. They tell me.” I moved closer to the man and felt his arms go around me. It felt like coming home.
    I jumped awake and had trouble discerning the dream from reality, for I was wrapped tightly in the man's arms and the feeling of comfort extended beyond the dream.
    “Good morning.”
    His voice was husky with sleep. I normally didn't kiss anyone before brushing my teeth. But I made an exception. His hands slid down my naked body, and I melted into him.
    His morning erection was hard and throbbed against my hip. It only took a small push to roll him onto his back. I heard him catch his breath as I ran my tongue around the head of his penis then took him into my mouth. His male scent aroused me, and I sucked him vigorously, the way Aaron had liked it.
    To my surprise, I felt a tug on my hair. I looked up and met his eyes. The invitation I saw reflected in their depths was clearer than any spoken word. I straddled his thighs and hovered over his cock. The nearness of him made me throb with anticipation. He held my hips still as he brushed his cheek and mouth over the sensitive and aroused peaks of my breasts, the softness of his lips vying with the tickle of his stubble. I cried out as he pulled a nipple into the warm wetness of his mouth. Only then did he release his grip, and I slid onto his hard shaft. My orgasm hit as I encompassed his length. I could feel my muscles pulling him in tighter