“Hey, Daddy,” I hummed as Harlan kissed my shoulders. I rolled over and buried my face in his chest. He squeezed me tighter and his chain pressed into my forehead. “This slutty-ass chain strikes again.”
I felt Harlan’s laugh in his chest. “My, excuse me, what?”
“Your chain is slutty. You know it is.”
“No, I do not know that,” he objected. “When did you make this decision?”
“It’s a known fact! You always stick it in your mouth and tongue it around and shit. I’m sure some fifteen-year-old has made an edit about it on the internet.”
Harlan laughed harder. “I think in that case, you are the fifteen-year-old. No one else thinks about my chain like that.”
“Chains are inherently slutty! It was in my sex dream about you before we got together.”
“Wait a minute, that’s way more important. What sex dream?”
I squirmed away from him and he pawed after me. “Nothing! I’m going to the bathroom, bye.”
“Don’t think that’s getting you out of this!” he called after me.
When I returned to the bedroom, Harlan had the sheets artfully draped over one leg, his hands folded behind his head, and his erection on full display. “Did I look like this in your sex dream?”
I cracked up, folding at the waist. “Oh my god, what are you doing?”
He laughed and touched his tongue to his teeth with a wink. “Making your dreams come true, princess.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned it. God. This is mortifying.” I ran a brush over my hair at his dresser.
“No, no. Pose me. Tell me what I did. I’d love to know how your brain objectified me when I was just your coworker.”
“Harlan,” I whined at him, flapping my hands, “it’s not my fault what I dream about.”
He sat up and absently palmed his cock. “I mean, if you were thinking about me all day, that’s gonna transfer to nighttime. I was in your head before I even meant to be.” He turned on his best bedroom eyes. “Come here. Show me. Show me what I did.”
I stood by the side of the bed, wringing my hands.
“Shy now? You sat on my face in your hot tub the first time I came to your house.”
I covered my eyes. “I don’t know! It’s embarrassing. The deepest parts of my brain.”
Harlan sat up and opened his knees, tugging me between them. “And I love your brain.” He leaned in to kiss my breastbone. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just guess until I get it right.”
I tipped my head from side to side. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.”
He rolled his eyes and clutched my hips. “Brat.”
Harlan tossed me onto the bed and pinned my wrists to the mattress. “Did I do this?”
His mouth traced down my neck, nibbling and licking. He took his time getting to my breasts, hemming my hips down with his own. “Did I do this in the dream?”
I gasped, overwhelmed by what he did to me. “Sorta.”
“Ooh, so I’m getting closer.” He continued kissing and licking down my body, gripping the tops of my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the bed. He licked a stripe at the crease of my leg, the pleasure making me jolt. “Did Dream Me love eating your cunt as much as I do?”
He spat on my pussy before stroking his tongue broadly up my center. He did this incredible thing I’d only ever experienced with a toy, sucking my clit and flicking it at the same time. I moaned out his name and rocked my hips into his mouth. I lifted my head off the bed to watch him, his eyes trained on how my stomach and breasts rose and fell. When his eyes met mine, he opened wider and flattened his tongue against me.
“Did Dream Me make you come twice?”
I writhed under him, starting to dance with my edge. “I don’t remember. I was so turned on the whole time.”
