The Strangest Dream

He was still dripping from the rain. I looked at him and, without speaking, asked him to follow me. Something in my eyes must have been clear, because he stepped closer, pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck, and whispered against my skin,

“Okay… I’m coming with you.”

The bathroom felt smaller once we were both inside. I stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his wet shirt. My hands were not steady. I kept my eyes on his the entire time.

“Say it again,” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I love you.”

He said it simply, like it cost him nothing and everything at the same time.

When my fingers reached his belt, he lifted me onto the edge of the sink as if I weighed nothing. The cool porcelain against my bare thighs made me shiver. He pulled me forward until there was no space left between us and kissed me. I kissed him back harder than I meant to. I was already addicted to the way he tasted, to the quiet way he claimed my mouth.

He undressed me so carefully I only noticed each piece of clothing when it was already gone. Then he spread my legs, gave me that small private smile, and lowered his head. The first touch of his tongue on my pussy made a soft, helpless sound leave my throat. Pleasure spread through me so strongly I had to grip the edge of the sink.

“I like what I’m doing to you,” he murmured against me.

I watched him. I couldn’t look away. Watching him take care of my pussy like this made the excitement sharper, almost unbearable. After a few minutes I slid down, turned him against the wall, and took off the rest of his clothes. Kneeling in front of him felt both natural and terrifying. When I took his dick into my mouth, I could feel how hard and warm he was. I moved slowly at first, then faster when I heard the low sounds he made. His hand rested gently on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding me there. After a while his breathing became heavier and his fingers tightened slightly in my hair.

“I’m close…” he warned in a rough voice.

I stayed. A few seconds later his whole body tensed. He came in my mouth with a deep, broken sound. I felt the warm pulses on my tongue. When it was over, he looked down at me with soft eyes and slowly stroked my hair. The way he touched me after felt even more intimate than the act itself.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

Instead of answering he pulled me into a hug so tight I could feel how hard his dick already was again. We stepped under the shower together. Hot water poured over my skin and for a moment I only felt safe. We kissed slowly, almost lazily. It felt fun and light, like we were allowed to be soft with each other.

Then he soaped his hands and washed every part of me. No place was left untouched. When one finger pressed against my butthole I tensed, a small flash of fear running through me.

“Shh… just feel it,” he whispered.

He was patient. After a while the fear turned into something else. He added two fingers inside my pussy and moved them carefully while his other hand held the side of my neck and his mouth stayed on mine. Even then I was completely lost in him.

He turned me to face the wall and slapped my ass. The sharp sting mixed with pleasure and pulled a surprised sound from me. He did it several more times. I liked it more than I expected. Then I felt the thick head of his dick press against my butthole. It hurt.

He held my waist firmly and spoke close to my ear.

“Be patient a little. It won’t hurt that much. You will like this.”

I believed him. I wanted to believe him. He pushed his dick inside my butthole slowly at first, then deeper, then faster. One hand held my breast; the other rubbed my pussy. The double feeling was almost too much — reckless and overwhelming. He kept a steady rhythm for a long time, almost an hour, never rushing.

The pleasure started building in a different way. It was slower, heavier, and almost overwhelming. My legs began to shake first. Then a strong wave started from deep in my stomach and spread through my whole body. I came hard. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my butthole tightened around his dick, and my whole body trembled. My ears started ringing and my legs felt completely weak. For a few seconds I couldn’t even stand.

He felt it immediately. He stopped moving, turned me around carefully, and held me up so I wouldn’t fall. While I was still shaking, he kissed me with so much care it almost hurt, as if he was protecting me through the aftershocks. Then he lifted me into his arms because he knew I could not walk. I still don’t understand the feeling that filled my chest in that moment — something between safety and surrender.

He carried me to the bedroom, sat me on the chair, and covered me carefully with a towel. Then he gave me one of his soft t-shirts.

“Put this on.”

The way he looked at me made me suddenly shy. He pulled on a pair of shorts and led me to the bed. Under the covers he touched my waist and kissed my forehead with quiet attention.

“Are you tired?” he asked again.

“A little,” I answered.

Only then did we eat the food we had ordered earlier. We sat in bed and talked about ordinary things. He fed me slowly, bite by bite, as if I were something precious. I felt like a child being cared for by him. Every time his fingers brushed my lips I felt the same thought rise again:

*I still don’t understand why this man loves me so much.

But I am completely addicted to him now.

And he knows it.*

After we finished eating, he picked up his laptop and placed it on the bed.

“We still haven’t watched the film,” he said with a small smile. “Come here.”

I moved closer and rested my head on his chest while the movie started. For a while we just watched in silence, his fingers slowly running through my hair. The sound of the rain outside mixed with the soft voices from the screen. Halfway through the film, his hand slid under the t-shirt I was wearing. His touch was gentle at first, then more deliberate. I turned my face up to him and he kissed me slowly.

The movie kept playing, forgotten.

He pulled the t-shirt over my head and laid me down on the bed. He kissed my neck, my breasts, and then moved lower. When his tongue touched my pussy again, I shivered. He licked me slowly and carefully for a long time, making sure I was completely wet. Then he added one finger, then two, moving them gently inside me while his tongue kept working. He was preparing me so it would not hurt too much.

After a while he looked up at me.

“I want to be inside you,” he said softly.

My heart started beating very fast. I felt nervous and excited at the same time.

“Arjun… this is my first time,” I whispered.

He stopped and looked at me with soft eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, cupping my face.

I nodded. “Yes… I want it to be you. Please go slow.”

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll be careful.”

He positioned himself between my legs and very slowly began to push his dick into my pussy. The feeling was tight and strange. A sharp burning pain spread through me and I held onto his shoulders, burying my face against his neck. He immediately stopped moving and just held me close.

“Breathe, Priya… I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, trying to relax. He stayed completely still for a long time, only kissing my forehead and hair, giving my body time to adjust. When the sharp pain slowly turned into a heavy, full feeling, he started moving with the smallest, gentlest strokes. Every movement was careful and controlled. He kept watching my face the whole time. One hand held my waist while the other gently rubbed my pussy to help the pleasure mix with the pain.

Gradually the burning faded. The stretch still felt intense, but it was no longer only pain. Soft moans started leaving my mouth. He kept the same slow, deep rhythm for a long time, never rushing. When I finally came, my pussy tightened around his dick and my whole body trembled. He followed soon after, holding me tightly as he finished inside me.

Afterwards he pulled me against his chest and covered us both with the blanket. I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

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**The next morning**

I woke up slowly. Soft light was coming through the curtains, and the first thing I felt was warmth. Arjun’s arm was wrapped around my waist, and my head was resting on his chest. For a few seconds I didn’t move. I just listened to his steady heartbeat and felt the quiet safety of being held.

When I shifted a little, his hand tightened gently.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice still rough from sleep.

“Yes…” I answered, suddenly shy again.

He kissed the top of my head.

“How do you feel?”

I thought about it. My body was a little sore, especially where he had been inside my butthole the night before, and also a little sore between my legs from my first time, but it was a warm kind of sore. More than anything, I felt calm.

“I’m okay,” I said. “Just… a little tired.”

He smiled and slowly sat up, pulling me with him so I stayed against his chest.

“Stay here today,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to go back to the boarding house yet.”

My heart beat faster. Part of me wanted to say yes immediately. Another part was still scared of how much I already needed him.

“I have lectures…”

“Skip them,” he replied, brushing my hair away from my face. “Just for today. Let me take care of you.”

I looked at him for a long moment. The same eyes from my dream. The same calm voice.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He ordered breakfast and we ate in bed again. This time he didn’t feed me like a child, but he still watched me carefully, making sure I finished everything. Afterward he made me lie down while he gently massaged my lower back and hips with warm oil. His hands were firm but careful.

“Does it hurt?” he asked when his fingers passed near my butthole.

“A little,” I admitted.

“It will feel better soon,” he said. “Next time I’ll prepare you more.”

The words “next time” made something flutter inside my stomach. He already believed there would be a next time. And the strange part was… I wanted it too.

Later in the afternoon we sat by the window watching the rain that had started again. I was wearing only his t-shirt. He had one arm around me, and every now and then he would kiss my shoulder or the side of my neck for no reason.

“Arjun…” I said after a long silence.

“Hmm?”

“In my dream… you were like this too. Controlling, but also careful.”

He looked at me with quiet interest.

“You’ve dreamed about me before?”

I nodded, cheeks warm.

“Before I even met you.”

He didn’t laugh or look surprised. He just pulled me closer and rested his chin on my head.

“Then maybe it wasn’t only a dream.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. My heart felt too full.

When evening came, he finally took me back to the boarding house on his bike. Before I got down, he held my hand for a moment longer.

“Message me when you’re inside,” he said. “And Priya…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t overthink what happened. You’re mine now. I’ll take care of the rest.”

The way he said it calm, certain, without any force made my knees weak again.

That night I sat on my bed in the boarding house, still wearing his t-shirt, and opened my diary. I wrote everything. The rain, the bathroom, the way he made me come while his dick was inside my butthole, the movie we half-watched, my first time after the movie, and the strange peaceful feeling that was still in my chest.

At the end I wrote one line and underlined it:

*I think I am falling in love with him.*