Dreams

I stared at him as he looked deeply into my eyes. We were both on his bed, in his room. How we got here, I had no idea. My phone played Goodbyes by Post Malone softly in the background. His fingers caressed my face, and I smiled. The look in his eyes told me different things—love, desire, longing, guilt, and emotions I couldn’t even begin to name.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed quietly, his hand still cradling my face. I kissed him again, and this time, he responded by deepening it. His tongue swept into my mouth, taking control, while his fingers tightened their hold, keeping me right where he wanted. He always won.

His lips trailed down my jaw, then to my neck. He kissed and sucked, leaving marks that I was sure would be there tomorrow. I moaned softly, my body betraying me. He licked the sensitive skin before returning to my lips, capturing them again in another heated kiss.

My legs were bare, exposed because I was only wearing his shirt and a G-string. A G-string? Seriously? Where the hell did I even get that?

He kissed down my thighs, then lower, all the way to my feet, where he bit, sucked, and licked his way back up. My body shivered in response, but when he stopped right before where I needed him most, I almost cried out in frustration.

He came back up, kissing me again, but this time, his hands cupped my breasts. He broke the kiss to capture one of my hardened nipples between his lips, biting just enough to make me gasp.

“Baby,” I moaned, my back arching as he slowly pulled my shirt up with his teeth, leaving my chest bare.

He gripped my wrists, keeping them apart as his mouth trailed down, worshipping my body. His tongue flicked over my nipple before sucking it deeply, sending waves of pleasure through me. My legs squeezed together involuntarily, the growing ache between them nearly unbearable.

I tried to free my hands, wanting to clutch the sheets or his hair, but he didn’t let me go.

His mouth left one last kiss on my skin before he moved lower. I felt the thick hardness of him pressing against me through his briefs, teasing me, making my frustration peak.

His fingers traced over my lace-covered heat, rubbing slow, torturous circles.

“So wet,” he muttered, his voice husky. “It would be so easy for me to take you right now.”

I whimpered as he moved my G-string aside, and then his mouth was on me.

My hands flew to his hair, my nails digging into his skin as he worked me with his tongue, flicking, sucking, teasing, drawing pleasure from me until I was a shaking mess beneath him.

“Oh, God,” I gasped. “Please…”

He hummed against me, the vibration making my stomach coil tighter.

I tried to push him away, the intensity too much, but he only held my thighs wider apart. My body trembled, my moans echoing in the room, but I no longer cared.

He feasted on me, dragging me to the edge, keeping me there, until finally, he pulled back. I barely had time to catch my breath before he crashed his lips against mine, making me taste myself on his tongue.

I was still dazed when I felt his thick finger slip inside me. I gasped against his lips, but he swallowed the sound, keeping the kiss going as he moved slowly, stretching me, teasing me.

I needed more. I needed him.

“Please,” I begged when his lips left mine.

He chuckled, amused by my desperation.

“I want you to do something for me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Hold your thighs apart and don’t let them go. I repeat, Rosita—don’t let them go.”

He guided my hands to my thighs, forcing me to keep them open for him.

A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face before I felt his breath against my sensitive skin again.

Oh, God. Not again.

I bit my lip, trying to hold myself together, but when his mouth met my core once more, my body jerked. I tried my best to follow his order, but my legs trembled uncontrollably. His fingers played with my breasts while his tongue worked between my thighs, driving me to madness.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I let go of my thighs, my body giving in to the pleasure, and immediately, he stopped.

I barely had a second to recover before he pulled off his briefs, his thick, hard length springing free. He kissed me deeply as he lined himself up, then, with one swift thrust, he was inside me.

I moaned into his mouth, my body stretching to accommodate him. He stayed still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine.

His eyes held something intense—something that made a shiver run down my spine.

Then, he moved.

Slow, deep thrusts. Torturously slow.

His lips captured mine again, muffling my cries as he drove deeper, faster, harder.

My hands clawed at his back, holding on as he took me over and over again. I felt him reaching deeper, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate.

“God… ohh,” I moaned, my body spiraling toward release.

I felt him tense above me, his thrusts becoming erratic, and just as I reached my peak—

I woke up.

My chest heaved, my body burning with lingering desire.

What the hell was that?

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the dampness between them.

This was the fourth time in a row I’d had a dream like this about him.

Oh, God.