He leaned his head down and grabbed my breast in his mouth, rolling my nipple between his teeth as I cried out in some mixture of pleasure and pain. He sucked hard as he thrust back into me, and I screamed out, unable to control the animal instinct to yell out in satisfaction even though we were at his parents’ house.
He pushed me higher and higher, and my body clenched tightly in delicious anticipation with each hard drive. I screamed out his name as he yelled mine back at me, and when I felt that snap that happens right before my body was going to splinter into a million tiny pieces of fantastic gratification, I awoke with a start.
I was hot for Jesse; that much was obvious, but now my panties were soaked with need for him all from one ridiculously provocative dream.
The next morning I woke to lips pressed against my neck and scruff tickling my skin as Jesse spooned me. My body ached for release, and I knew that I would need to find some alone time to take care of that since I couldn’t exactly proposition Jesse, as much as I wanted to.
Sleeping next to him was becoming a little too much for me. It was obvious that I had needs that only he would be able to fulfill, and based on the erection that was currently pressed against my lower back, he clearly had needs that he needed to take care of as well. And I’d be more than happy to take care of those needs for him.
So obviously we were both hot for each other, but there was little we could do about it until June.
“Good morning,” I whispered, thinking about what a good morning it was, indeed. I could tell through the shadows that the blinds on the windows provided that it was a sunny day outside, and I couldn’t wait to start our first full day at the beach together. I vaguely wondered what time it was, and then I realized that I was on spring break for the next two weeks with this dream of a man, and time suddenly became something so completely irrelevant.
“How is it,” he asked, “that you manage to look so goddamn beautiful in the morning?”
Those flutters that I was feeling back on that night at happy hour before I’d told him about Richard and me? They were back in full force.
“How is it,” I asked back, turning in his arms to face him, “that you know the exact right words to say in every situation?”
He grinned down at me. “It’s my specialty.”
“You are quite the expert,” I said, and he pressed his lips to mine.
“Did you have a bad dream last night?” he asked, pulling away.
“No,” I said. “Why?”
“I remember you groaning and then waking up out of breath.”
I blushed. I didn’t want to because I knew it completely gave me away, but it was one of those damn things I couldn’t control.
“Wait just one hot second,” he said, a wide smile slowly forming on his very kissable lips. “Was it a sex dream?”
I averted my eyes as I felt the blush spread from my cheeks down my neck. Suddenly I was quite warm. “Maybe,” I admitted, throwing the blankets off of me as I tried to get some cool air.
“So, Miss Freemont,” he said. “You catch me indecent as I’m changing my clothes and then you have a dirty dream? Was it about me?”
The blush moved from red into purple territory, and I felt a buzz in my head. I didn’t say anything.
“No denial. I guess I’ll have to assume that it was, in fact, about me.”
“I plead the fifth,” I said, moving to get up and get away from this mortifying conversation.
He grabbed my arms and pulled me back. “I don’t think so, V. You’re not hiding from me.”
I rolled my eyes uncomfortably. “Fine. It was about you.”
He beamed in victory. “I kind of figured.”
“Oh? Why’s that, Mr. Arrogant?”
“Because you screamed out my name.”
Oh. My. God.
I buried my face in his chest so he couldn’t see the ridiculous shade of red I had certainly become, and he gently stroked my back and kissed the top of my head.
“V, I can’t think of anything more flattering. Don’t be embarrassed about it. I’ve had dreams about you, too.”
“You have?” I asked, shifting to peek up at him.
He nodded. “Fuck yes, I have. Really, really dirty ones.”
I grinned. “Tell me about them.”
“Oh no. If you’re pleading the fifth, so am I.”
“Then show me,” I said. I wasn’t sure where that sudden bold statement came from, but I was glad I said it.
“I plan on it,” he whispered, his gaze smoldering down into me.
I gazed back for one hot moment. “I’m sorry we have to wait,” I said.
“Why?”
“Why am I sorry?”