“Tell me about these dreams that turn you on so much,” I murmur, pulse throbbing with anticipation. I want to hear all about the fantasies her subconscious might dream up.
“Well, for a long time, it was just some man whispering romantic things to me. I liked it when we… got intimate, even though I never saw his face. But lately…” Stephanie falters, her blush intensifying, and she shakes her head as if she’s about to clam up again.
“Lately what?” I press gently.
“Well, lately… it’s been you in my dreams,” she whispers, and she bites her lower lip, her expression suddenly shy.
God, this woman is going to be the death of me.
She makes me feel as if my heart might just burst inside my chest.
I’m overcome by the idea that maybe she’s been dreaming about me—her subconscious remembering our time together, even if she doesn’t.
And when I came back into her life, maybe that’s when, on some unconscious level, she could remember I was the one she was with.
I want it to be true so badly that it hurts.
I want to be the man in her dreams, the one who can bring her to climax without even touching her.
And the fact that shehasdreamed about me drives me wild.
Peering into the deep green depths of her eyes, I soak up the nervous anticipation there, the hope that her confession won’t somehow drive me away.
And I can’t resist her for another second.
Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, my tongue stroking out, demanding entrance that she gives me willingly.
Our tongues tangle, and I groan as searing need burns through my veins.
Her thighs are already spread for me, my hips resting against their peak from our momentary wrestling, and my cock swells between us, pulsing to be inside her.
Stephanie seems just as eager, her body rolling beneath me as she grinds her hips forward.
Her lips are so inviting, soft and sweet like honey as our kiss turns violent.
Her fingers curl around my thumb, reminding me that I’ve trapped her hands above her head, and I take advantage of her defenselessness.
My lips trail down the curve of her neck and chest to take one taut nipple between my teeth, and with my free hand, I reach between us to stroke the slick line of her seam.
Stephanie gasps, the sound sensual and alluring as her back arches, her breast pressing against my mouth.
“Oh God, Gio,” she whimpers, then she moans as I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s still wet from our last simultaneous release, and I glide easily into her channel, curling my fingers to stroke that spot I know she likes once I’m buried in her to the knuckles.
With a sharp inhale, she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against the heel of my hand, and I smile against her soft, supple flesh.
Then I bite down softly on her nipple.
She cries out, her walls clenching around my fingers, and I stroke more adamantly, shifting my hand so I can circle her clit with the pad of my thumb.
I can tell she’s getting close when she starts to tremble, her thighs quivering around me as her breaths come in shuddering gasp.
Switching to the breast that hasn’t received my attention yet, I suck the taut nub between my lips, suctioning it there as I flick it with my tongue.
“I’m gonna come,” Stephanie exhales, her voice laced with pleasure and relief, and a moment later, she’s throbbing around me, her pussy milking my fingers, guiding them deeper.
I can feel the tension in her body unwinding beneath me, and my cock throbs.
