Say my name.
Sinking back onto the pillows, I relaxed as I submitted to the dream.
Theron.
I do not second-guess what I am doing when I pat the cold, empty spot next to me on the bed.
Come.
A click of the latch.A gust of cold air.He was standing by the bed, staring down at me.
How did you unlock my door?
It made no sense.I’d been attacked only a few hours before.It was not like me to ever leave the door open.
A flash of silver-white teeth as he grinned down at me.
You left yourself open for me, Aila.
Even in my entranced state, he was able to make me smile.
I… I’m wide open.
It was one of those dreams when things happen inexplicably.When I looked down at my body, my drawstring pajama pants and white cotton tank top were gone.I was naked, my body prickling with exposure to the sudden cold.
It was such a relief for me not to have to wrestle with clothing.All I wanted to do was revel in his sensual presence.
Reaching down to touch me, he ran one finger over my skin.Starting at the wide cleavage of my breasts, he traced a line down to my bushy mound.And then went past it.
I gasped when his finger stopped on that electric spot, on my precious lovebud hiding under the pouting hood.
His touch is rough from the calluses on his fingertip—a warning that he might be a savage lover.But all I could think about was how wonderful it was to be skin on skin with him.
There is such skill in the way he stimulates me.A quick suck of his finger and then he thrust it back inside my tight cleft.The kneading, rolling motion of his fingertip against my clit made the air catch in my throat.
“Oh!”I felt my mouth form a circle as I tried to express the sensual pleasure engulfing me.“Please don’t stop.”
Heh.
I recognized that short bark of amusement.It was Theron.And yet it was also a fantasy.
A gush of heated wetness gathered at the entrance to my pussy.All he had to do was penetrate me to release it.He could use his finger or his cock, I no longer cared.
But he was a biker, probably a member of some dangerous motorcycle gang.Who knew what kind of diseases or drugs he carried around with him?
Removing his finger from my throbbing clit, he stepped back.Do you want this or not?
There was no argument from my side.My passion suppressed all reason and doubt.
Lifting my arms, I reached for him.Come back.
I watched his silhouette against the moonlight streaming through the window; the magnificent breadth of his shoulders and the brawny pop of muscle made by his deltoids.His body was thick and ripped, with perfectly defined tendons and muscles: neck, chest, torso, legs.
I would give anything to see you naked.The words came out of me in a longing sigh.
Hooking his arm behind his neck, Theron pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Somehow, I was too paralyzed to move.I tried to sit up so that I could run my hands over his proud chest and taut six-pack, but I was immobile.
