I was fidgeting in my seat, as I was looking at Dan, fantasizing about exploring every inch of his body. Remembering how he looked in my apartment, blood all over his body, how he looked in his hospital bed. I couldn't help myself, but all I could think about was having sex with him. I remembered a painting I saw in an art book by Odd Kerdrum of lovers kissing. I couldn't wait.

He slumped into my couch, cocooned comfortably as if he lived here. His comfort level was comforting to me, to see him like that, but out of the blue, I started to think if this guy may have had a wife that he wasn't telling me about. He said he didn't have anyone, but who really knew. Men tell you all sorts of things, while leaving certain facts out. Although I believed him, I had to not care whatever waited for him he could possibly return to.

The day turned into evening, and we left to eat at this very special restaurant. It was cozy and intimate, and had a bohemian feel to it. I wondered how many other women he had taken there. He was quite the gentleman, but all I wanted to do was to hurry back to my apartment and fall into his arms.

When we returned, he fell into the couch again, but I told him my bed was a lot more comfortable then the couch. He got up, grabbed me and kissed me hard.
We layed on the bed, slowly undressing each other. Bandages were taped on his chest and wrists, and his stomach was bandaged as well. I stroked his chest very gently, then touched his face, feeling his cheek bones, his jaw line, and his throat.

He looked into my eyes again and held his face right up to mine. He began slowly sliding his tongue over my lips from one end to the other. I then sucked his tongue, kissing him eagerly. I didn't want to hold back. I wanted him like I never wanted any other man I knew, and I didn't know why. I felt his muscular thighs wrap around me, feeling his chest rest on mine as he drew me closer to him. His weight on my body felt like a mass of muscles, and I was holding onto him tightly, while I stroked his back with my fingertips. He lifted himself up, showing me his erected penis, and he wanted me to stroke it. My hand covered it and I began stroking it, then kissing it gently. I put it in my mouth, sucking it and licking it up and down, feeling the veins from the base to the tip.

I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. He kissed my breasts with force, while holding me tight around the upper part of my body. His hands were wrapped around me, holding me tight, taking my breath away. He glided his mouth to my sides, kissing my rib cage. By now, I was screaming for him to enter me, but he waited to tantalize me all the more. At first, all I could was just lye there, and enjoy whatever he was doing to me.

He slid downward on my body and his mouth was on my vagina, his tongue sucking my clitoris gently, then licking it up and down, then harder until I came. He then entered me, and moved so rigorously, his hard penis penetrating me so deeply that I came again. He too came and with a loud moan, while I felt his cum inside me. Our fluids ran all over, saturating the sheets. I didn't want to close my eyes. I was afraid he would disappear as my 'phantom' did, and I would never see him again. I had to. I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. As we rested with his head on my chest, he lay there telling me how much I meant to him. I wrapped my arms around him with our bodies totally entwined with each other. Soon after, he made love to me again.