I raise my eyebrows, watching midnight blues, waiting for them to dawn with understanding. My skin hums with awareness of our nudity, of his strong arms around me. I have no idea how long I've been asleep, how long ago we made love, but laying here in bed with him, after that dream, I'm having a hard time not climbing on top of him just like in my subconscious fantasy.
"Rory..."
"Yes?" My voice has grown breathy again.
"Was I in this dream by any chance?"
I bite my lip and look up at him through my lashes. "Maybe."
Sam's fingers start trailing up and down my side and he moves so he's on top of me. He captures my mouth in a kiss and I sigh.This is exactly what I wanted. And I can feel that he's in complete agreement with me. In fact, I can feel it against my thigh. I push my tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. His hands become more bold, molding my breasts, his lips trailing down my neck, eliciting a lustful moan.
"Tell me about this dream," he urges, pulling back just enough to look at me.
"It's the first good dream I've had in over a year," I whisper.
Sam smiles wistfully. "I'm glad, Ror."
I nod. "Me, too."
"Why do you think that is?" he asks cautiously.
I laugh. "Well, considering the nature of the dream, I think it may have something to do with you," I tease.
"Yeah?" he asks hopefully, and I nod. "So why don't you tell me a little more about this dream?" He smirks as his hands renew their exploration of my overheated skin.
"Hmm..." I pretend to think about it. "Nah."
Sam pouts adorably and I smirk right back at him.
"I could...showyou," I offer instead.
His eyes brighten as I push at his chest so he rolls off of me, and I begin to play out my dream.
The real thing is far better.
****
Icollapse on top of him and catch my breath, my face buried against his neck. I'd never been in charge before, and though I was uncertain at first, Sam guided me, and,God,he certainly knows what he's doing.
"I think I have a new favorite pastime," Sam drawls as he catches his breath.
I giggle. "I'm pretty sure sex is every guy's favorite pastime."
Sam lets out a short chuckle. "Not just sex, baby. Though I'm not gonna lie, I've always been a fan," he says through a smirk. "It's watchingyoucome apart under me, or on top of me, or-"
"Sam!" I cut him off, playfully slapping at his chest, but I can't help another giggle.
He grins. "I mean it. It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen." He throws his head back onto his pillow with a sigh.
I both love and hate these incredibly romantic comments. I wonder if he'd be so recklessly saying such things if he knew how I felt about him. Probably not. He'd probably be running in the opposite direction.
"Don't say things like that," I whisper, careful to hide my face against his shoulder.
"Why the hell not? It's the truth," he retorts.
I sigh, scooting off of him and under the duvet, suddenly very aware of my nudity. Sam turns to face me, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his eyes cautious. "You have no idea what you do to me," he says carefully, gazing at me intently.
"Yeah? And what's that?" I ask under an arched brow.
