The fogginess in her brain wouldn’t dissipate. The room spun again and she knew then that she’d had way too much wine. A lot more than normal if even in her dream things were unstable. She fought the gravity and dizziness. Instead she helped him take her top off and watched him with awe. He licked a slow trail down her collarbone to her chest. Breaths struggled into her lungs. His hot lips sucked on her nipple.
“Oh my…” She gasped. “God!”
Loud heartbeats hammered in her chest. Goosebumps broke out all over her skin at the tiny bites and hard sucks. What a dream. If this was something new she never wanted to wake up. Ever. Shit, they might find her asleep for three days so she could make it last.
“You taste fucking delicious, Cici,” he growled. “All these curves have been driving me crazy for years. I want to fuck you until I am the only thing I smell on you.”
Dear lord, yes!
“Oh, Ryker…”
“That’s it,” he groaned, biting and sucking her flesh. “I want my cock deep in you. Feeling your pussy wrap around me tight.” He bit her again. “I’ve waited so long for you. Too long. You’re mine.”
His large hands squeezed her sensitive flesh at the same time he rocked his cock between her legs. Arousal dampened her shorts to the point of being soaking wet. She licked her lips, moaning once again at his amazing skill sucking her nipples. Each suck felt like an electric tug on her clit. Her pussy throbbed, wanting to be filled.
“Please…oh yes…”
“You like this, sweetheart?”
“I love every single touch.” She replied honestly. What did it matter anyway? This was a dream. And because it was her dream she felt uninhibited. “Lick my pussy, Ryker. I’ve waited forever for you to finally touch me. To take me.”
He growled, a deep vibration that coursed through her body from his mouth on her tit. He sucked on her nipple hard and her pussy grasped at nothing. Oh, she wanted him so bad.
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” His deep rough voice melted all her brain cells into putty. “Tell me to fuck you, baby. Tell me you want me in you.”
“I do. I want your face between my legs, licking me. Fuck me with your tongue.”
Her shorts were yanked off her body. She glanced down at the foggy vision of him. Thick muscles shifted under his lightly tanned arms. Those bulging biceps pushed her thighs wide open as he settled between them. Their gazes met. Possession brightened his blue eyes, making them glow with the power of his wolf. Blazing need made her body shudder.
“Mine,” she whispered. This might be the only time she could say that. And she knew the word had deep meaning with shifters. Even though it was a dream, he had to know how badly she wanted him.
His nostrils flared. The lines of his face tightened and sideburns appeared out of nowhere. Another growl and she knew he had a hard time holding his wild side back. Not today. This was her dream.
“Man and wolf, I want you both,” she said, still caught in his dominant gaze. His fingers bit deep into her thighs. His tight grip told her he fought to hold on to his human side, to keep the beast at bay. Maybe she was a sick person, but that knowledge increased her lust by too many degrees to count. It was her fantasy and by God he was going to give her all of him.
“Ciara…” The word was an unintelligible garble. Nothing had ever made her feel as powerful as knowing that she made Ryker lose control. Even if it only happened in a dream.
“Eat my pussy. Make me come.” She licked her lips. He glanced down at her wet folds. His eyes glowed brighter. “Then, make me yours.”
His head dropped between her legs. With a single lick from ass to clit, he strung the tension in her core so tight that she readied to snap. Her eyes shut on their own accord. Stars burst behind her lids with each flutter of his lips on her pussy. He swept his tongue up and down in quick flicks. Dammit. She’d never had a man with a tongue that could work that kind of magic. Then he twirled it in slow circles around her clit, driving the fire in her blood to boiling. Her grip on the dream went out the window at that point.
Time and space blurred into a bunch of flashes of light and sound. Whimpers, groans, and moans, all coming from her, echoed around the room. Ryker dipped two fingers into her pussy, fucking her with them, driving in and out harsh and fast. The same way she imagined he’d fuck her with his cock. Her grip on the sheets loosened. Before she knew it she was pinching her own nipples, adding friction and a bite of pain to the increasing pleasure.
“God, yes. Keep going,” she moaned. Screw it. She might wake up on a wet spot out of her own wet dream, but she didn’t care. This fantasy had just turned so hot there was no stopping. Forget waking up. She wanted to keep it going.