She nods. “I want more. I want you inside me.”
I know we should slow down, but I think another part of me knows I’m dreaming. I hop up on my knees and flip her onto her hands and knees. Then I pull my cock from my pants and slowly slide it inside her.
“Oh god! Ash, you’re so big.”
“Is it too much?” I ask, my hands on her bare ass.
“No. I want you to fuck me,” she says, and I don’t need more than that. My hips press into hers, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Harper moans, biting the pillow and gripping the sheets in her fists.
“Yes. Fuck, yes! Ash!”
“Yes?” I grit out as my hips crash into her, driving my cock deeper and deeper.
“Ash…”
“Yes, baby. What do you need?” I ask.
“Ash?”
My eyes flash open, and I realize it was a dream. “Fuck.”
“Ash, why are you on my side of the bed? And what is that?”
I blink several times to get my bearings, and then I realize I am on her side of the bed.
In fact, I am right behind her, pressed against her back.
And my dick is hard as a fucking rock.
Chapter 6
Harper
Imay not have much experience with the male anatomy, but I’ve read enough and heard enough about it to know a little something.
I wake up when I hear Ash moan softly behind me. Right behind me. He’s got his arm around me, his toned body perfectly melded to mine, and right in the middle of it all something hard.
“What are you…oh my God!” I throw his arm off me and stumble out of bed so fast I land on my ass. “What are you doing?”
“I didn’t…I wasn’t…” he stutters, but then he looks down at himself. “Fuck.”
That confirms it. I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
“Are you for real right now?” I snap, throwing a pillow at him. He bars his arm in front of his face and it bounces off.
“It’s not what you think,” he says defensively.
“Oh really?” I ask, hopping to my feet and crossing my arms over my chest. “And what is it you think I think?”
“That I was going to try something. Which I would never,” he says as he sits up. Our eyes go to his lower half, and he covers himself with the pillow I threw at him.
“Oh really? Because your dick says differently,” I tell him, and heat fills my cheeks.
“It was a dream, Jesus. I can’t control what I dream about,” he argues.
“Maybe not, but you can control where you put yourself while having your dirty dreams,” I snap, pulling a pair of leggings on.
“Is that the first time you’ve ever said the word dick? Out loud, I mean. I’m sure you’ve thought it. All those books you read–”
