“What do you mean?” he genuinely looked puzzled.
“Well, I mean, I’m not the first girl a guy would ask out.” She gestured at her body. “Or the second. Or the third.”
“Why not?”
“Because of the way I look.”
“What about it? Guys where you are don’t like attractive women?”
Oh, that was so cute. Her hallucination was pretending that he thought she was a hottie! She was really enjoying this whole experience way more than she should.
“I’m fat,” she said bluntly. “I’m a large woman. The girls that get asked out are the skinny, pretty cheerleader types. That is not me.”
“You’ve got an amazing body,” he said sincerely. “I mean, pardon my being so forward, but you’ve got a delicious, sexy, full figure. The men where you’re from must be blind.”
She threw back her head and laughed.
“That is exactly how I know I’m hallucinating. Everything that I’ve experienced since the accident proves it. You’re way too strong. I swear, now that I think of it, that you pulled the car upright and then yanked the door off with your bare hands. You’re also way too hot. I mean, you are just absolutely perfect. If I were going to dream up the most handsome, perfect man in the world, it would be you.”
“Well, thank you.” He looked both amused and pleased.
“And finally, the fact that you’re acting like you’re attracted to me. You’re even acting like you’re flirting with me. Are you flirting with me?” she asked him point blank. She’d normally never been this bold, but hey, none of this was real so she could say or do whatever she wanted.
“Maybe a little bit. Should I stop?”
“Oh, dear God, no. By the way, you know what the best thing is about this dream?”
“What’s that?”
“I can say anything that I want, without repercussion.”
“Yes, you can. So what do you want to say to me?” Those blue eyes were so intense, so hungry, they tempted her to throw caution to the wind. “I want to tell you exactly what you’re going to do to me,” she said.
Chapter Two
“Oh? What’s that?”
“First I’d like you to kiss me.”
“Something like this?” He slid a finger under her chin, tipped her head back, and claimed her mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. His lips were meltingly soft, his tongue probing and passionate. He swirled his tongue around hers, leading her in a firm but tender duet.
She felt a rush of warmth sweep over her. His strong, muscular arm circled around her waist, pulling her up against him. She pressed up against him, reveling in the feeling of his strong, solid body. The kiss went on and on, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He tasted warm and sweet.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth and reached up and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her in place as he kissed and kissed.
Finally he pulled away.
“Then what would you tell me to do?” His low voice came out in a growl.
She flushed. This was her fantasy, right? There was no shame here, because he was imaginary. Was this heaven? She imagined that this what heaven must feel like – all alone in a cabin, his body up against hers, and the way he looked at her.
“I’d want you to take my clothes off.”
He stripped off her shirt. She kicked off her boots and stood up, and he peeled off her skirt and tights.
He sat there, drinking her in like a hungry man looking over a delicious banquet. A slow, sexy smile curled his lips. “I love what I see,” he said, as his gaze roved over her rounded tummy and soft, dimpled thighs. “I’m just waiting for your lead.”
Yep. Heaven.
“Then I’d want you to take your clothes off.”
He stripped off his shirt, his shoes, his pants, his underwear…oh dear God. He had a massive erection jutting from a thatch of dark curly hair. So that was what one looked like in the flesh, she thought.
She’d seen porn. She’d oohed and aahed pictures of hot naked guys in Playgirl. She’d just never seen one in the flesh.
She looked over him the way he’d looked over her – slowly, with appreciation, drinking him in with her eyes. His thighs were massive and muscular, his abdomen was perfection, with every square of his six pack abs standing out as if carved out of marble. There was a light dusting of dark hair on his broad chest, and a treasure trail of dark curly hair leading from his navel downward.
“Now, kiss my breasts,” she commanded.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He knelt down and took one nipple in his mouth, sucked it, nipped at it. She sprawled back on the couch, reveling in the sensations. His warm mouth on her breasts sent rivers of pleasure flooding through her veins.
He moved on to her other breast, first caressing the swollen bud of her nipple with his tongue and then taking it between his teeth and tugging at it ever so gently. She let out a helpless whimper of pleasure.
He cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, his fingers moving and caressing as he suckled at her.
Then, he worked his way down her stomach with a trail of kisses. She flinched, thinking about the rolls on her stomach, then relaxed.
This is a dream, she reminded herself firmly. I’m in some strange afterlife that I’ve never heard of before.
If it wasn’t a dream, she’d die of mortification. She’d just told a stranger to take off all his clothes and suck her nipples!
But it was, so there was no shame about how she looked and no shame in telling him what she wanted.
“I want you to kiss my pussy,” she said boldly.
“We want the same things out of life, apparently.” He flashed her a devilish grin, and then slid down on the couch. He firmly placed his hands on her thighs and opened them wide. She sank her fingers into the couch fabric, tensing with anticipation.
He drew the moment out, nuzzling the inside of her thighs, the light scruff of five o’clock shadow scraping against her exquisitely sensitive flesh, as he lightly traced his fingers along the seam of her pussy.
Then he spread her open and lightly ran his tongue along her, and she shuddered with pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
He flicked his tongue against her clit as he slid one finger inside her. The anticipation was killing her.
He sucked on her clit, his mouth like warm velvet on the small, engorged pearl of flesh. She felt all the pleasure in her body gathering up in a tightly furled bud, deep in her abdomen. His finger stroked inside her, and he licked and nibbled at her until the bud of pleasure unfurled, exploded, and she cried out.
“Oh, God, yes!” she shrieked, as the orgasm shattered through her, drenching her in hot, wet ecstasy.
He moved up, his muscular body covering hers, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her tight entrance. He thrust hard, then pushed again, and broke through. There was a short, sharp moment of pain, and then the sensation of delicious fullness.
He paused, a look of shock on his face. “You were a virgin?”
“Yes. Is that bad?” Shame flooded her. She was a virgin because nobody had ever wanted her in that way before. Maybe he wouldn’t want her now that he realized just how undesirable she really was.
“I-no, it’s not bad. I just didn’t realize, I – Roxanne, I’m honored to be your first.”
He began sliding in to her, slowly. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
She wasn’t using any birth control, but of course, it was okay – this was a dream. In a dream, you didn’t have to use birth control.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I love how you’re squeezing my cock.” He pumped into her, harder and harder, one arm wrapped around her, hugging her to him.
His thickness filled her up, and she could feel how she was squeezing him, clamping like a glove around him. He moved in and out, and every thrust was like the stoking of a fire inside her. His breathing grew harsher and faster, until he let out a mighty roar and plunged all the way in, and exploded. There was a sensation of heat, and sticky warmth, liquid and seeping out between her thighs.
He held her for a long time, his fingers stroking her back and drawing circles in her flesh.
“Again,” she begged shamelessly.
“Are you sure? You’re not sore?”
“Of course I’m sore. You’re huge. But I like it,” she said.
He looked in her eyes, and she could see the firelight reflected in them, the dancing flames flickering. “You’re my kind of woman.”
Well, of course, I dreamed you up, she thought, as he slid inside her again. She loved the feeling of his thrusts, of his testicles slapping against her flesh, and the earthy musky smell of him.
She felt the heat rising inside her again, with every pump of his hips. He thrust so hard that the couch rocked, and like lightning, bolt after bolt of pleasure forked through her.
“Faster. I need it.”
Gripped her hips and slammed into her, fast and hard, until she exploded again, drowned under a tidal wave of sensation. She could feel her muscles clamping down on his cock.
“Baby. Oh, God. Oh, yes,” he groaned as he shuddered and she felt yet another rush of cum filling her.
When the tremors inside her stilled, he slid out. “I’ll get you a towel,” he said. “And I’ll make you dinner. There’s cans of soup and there’s pasta here.”