“I want all of that, but I cannot think when you’re doing this,” he… Complained?
“Please?” I begged, completely and maybe a bit pathetically begged as I pulled away and took off my clothes. “I need to know I didn’t ruin this.”
Worry filled his eyes and he moved over me. “I’ve been a total git if you think that isremotelywhat—”
“No,no, I’ve just ruined too much lately and I need…” I frowned. I wasn’t sure there was a good way to say it and not make it worse.
That I was worth being loved? Feeling good after fucking up so bad?
Being treated well and treasured after I’d done such wrong?
“You are too hard on yourself and all I can think of is you,” he muttered before burying his hands in my hair and attacking my mouth. He kissed down my body and said what I needed to hear even if I had been too scared to say it.
Yes, I was worthy of being loved. I was easy to love and good at my core.
No matter what I’d done, we all fucked up, and that didn’t change that I had the right intentions. That always mattered, and it mattered a lot to him.
And he always treasured me. No matter what I did, even when I hurt his feelings. We could celebrate Valentine’s Day next month and get it right.
We could get it right a million more times as long as I never cried again and I understood that he had wanted me to understand I was special.
I cried out as he licked me where I needed most. My body gushed for him as I arched off his bed. I felt Mason licking me in real life too while I was still asleep and it made everything so much extra for me. I’d already given him permission anytime I was being dirty in the dream… But it was probably also his way of apologizing for overstepping.
Fine, I’d been crying and yes, he’d felt something bothersome and was worried.ButEvan wasn’t wrong that Mason needed to butt out of our relationship too.
I mean… Right? That had to be a rule or something.
Mason kept eating me while I flipped things on Evan and swallowed him down. I gave him a world-class blowjob that he came a bit too fast from.
But then another.
After thethirdtime, he stopped me, saying Mason knew what was going on somehow and was trying to come back into the dream.
“Really? Even in here? It’s not like I can get an upset stomach from too much cum even,” I grumbled as I rolled to my knees.
Apparently, that was the exact right thing to say somehow because Evan burst out laughing and tackled me to the bed. He said the fact I could make him care so much to be hurt over anything he built up in his head and yet make him laugh so hard over our fun and my antics proved I was the perfect woman for him.
I honestly had no idea how that could work… But also sort of did.
Wasn’t it the same for me? What made them the best fit for me didn’t really make logical sense? Or it wasn’t something I could explain well to others.
Not everything checked the boxes, but it made sense in my head.
He took me deeply while we stared at each other the whole time. It was overwhelming way beyond how good the sex was, but he wouldn’t let me turn away. He’d stop and wait for me to settle my emotions, my need to hide.
Evan waited patiently until I could come back to him and be on the same page as him.
The message wasn’t lost on me. I heard him loud and clear.
Which was why I didn’t push for a second round. He needed me on the same page as him.
The finish was beyond fantastic. How a dream could so effectively mimic real life and maybe even more was beyond me, but it was beyond bliss.
We cuddled for several minutes without even saying anything, but then I worried the dream might break before we actually talked. I didn’t want him to think… Valid things to think but weren’t true in this instance.
At least this time.
We sat up and I told him what had been going on, snuggling in closer when he comforted me at how I’d messed up.
