“Didn’t I tell you I’d catch you, bunny?”
Her face burrowed into his neck.
He pressed his lips to her brow.
“You’re mine to care for now.”
Forever and always.
It had to have been a dream.
A fantastical concoction of repressed longings that resided somewhere in her head.
Replete, Gina curled into the cool, soft linens, ignoring the light that seeped through her eyelids. She didn’t want to wake. Once she did, the dream would have to end.
He carried her from the shower, laid her on his bed, then took his time rubbing a woodsy, aromatic oil into her damp skin. She couldn’t move—didn’t want to. Her limbs felt far too heavy. Matt cradled her, naked in his arms, ice-cold water at her lips, soothing her scratchy, dry throat, made raw from running and panting and screaming his name.
But she needed to touch him. So, with great effort, Gina lifted her hand to stroke the stubble along his jaw. He turned his head, and soft lips brushing her cheek to meet hers, Matt kissed her.
It was as if he’d woken her from a long winter’s slumber.
With renewed vigor, she held Matt’s face, plundering his mouth with her tongue. Wedged against her belly, his dick grew hot and hard. He took her lip between his teeth, and slick with a need of her own, she pulled back.
The feeling was visceral.
She wanted to devour him.
Matt licked the blood from her lip, and as she laved a trail down his chest, Gina smiled.
His cock twitched.
She tasted his skin, inhaling the subtle scent of him. Warm and sweet and spicy, an ambrosia of cypress, citrus, and fresh herbs commingled with an alluring masculine musk. Drawn to it, her nose pressed into his navel, and breathing in deep, she stole the pearly drop that leaked from the smooth mushroom head.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And that negative noise, the constant hum she’d heard in the recesses of her mind these past three years, went quiet.
Gina sucked him like she was dying for his dick.
Because she was.
They made love in his nest of a bed all night long, falling asleep in each other’s arms as the first signs of morning appeared in the eastern sky. Gina couldn’t count how many orgasms Matt had given her. His fucking was intense; wild and savage one moment; gentle and tender the next.
Unleashed passion.
She got it now.
Vivid and raw and so incredibly real, it couldn’t have been a dream. Besides, her imagination was never that good, anyway.
With his arm draped across her middle, Gina gave in and opened her eyes. From the paint colors to the artwork, black and white and cream covered the bedroom walls. Animal-print throws and an assortment of accent pillows lay scattered on the floor where he’d tossed them. She stared at a portrait of Queen Elizabeth II mounted beside a stuffed faux zebra’s head, and giggled.
The hand on her stomach moved, his fingers reaching for her nipples. She felt the contact in her clit. One touch from him, and her needy, swollen cunt was ready to be filled again.
“Mmm, fuck me.”
With your fat cock, your fingers… anything.
Even the sandalwood candle on the table would do. The way she was feeling right now, she’d gladly take all three.
