Page 8 of Even In Our Dreams

Thump. My heart beats faster as I tug my dress down. Lust plays between us as he helps me strip. As my bra falls, he stares at my breasts with a look in his eyes of utter temptation before dipping down to suck a nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze my sensitized skin, nipping as he toys with me. It’s as if he has a direct link to my clit with the singular act.

My head falls back and before I know it, I’m beneath him, bared to him and the head of his cock presses gently against me.

He kisses me once, before pulling back, his eyes piercing into mine as he pushes himself steadily and deeply into me. The slight pain of being stretched is far outmatched by the pleasure of being filled by him. He stays there, buried deep inside of me as my head thrashes from one side to the other as I adjust for him. He kisses my neck with a tenderness as he pulls out slowly, before thrusting in with a skill that pulls a moan of pleasure from me that I did not consciously give.

“I always told myself if ever I had a chance with you, I would go slow,” he whispers at the shell of my ear as he withdraws slowly once again but then quickly thrusts, forcing me to hold onto him, my nails digging into his back. Pleasure wraps around me all at once, making my head dizzy and my breathing ragged. He finishes the thought, “I can’t though, not when you feel this fucking good.” And with that, he ruts into me, pistoning his hips and a cold sweat breaks out along my skin as pleasure takes over.

He groans once as he thrusts harder, the sexiest sound. He grips my hips, keeping me where he wants me and as he intensifies his pace, he fucks me like he already knows every inch of me and exactly how to bring me to the highest high.

As I come undone, pulsing around his thick length, he groans in the crook of my neck, “Fuck, Bree,” and thrusts himself one more time before finding his release.

AUBREY

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need you to tell me that one more time…” Lauren starts, “You didn’t get the wining and dining, you just got the sixty-nining?” With a raised brow my closest friend for over a decade smirks at me from where she’s perched on the porch swing.

With their glasses of prosecco and sangria respectively Marlena and Gemma eye me from their seats across from us. Both of them are still giddy from the tidbit I let slip. In black leggings and a sleeveless button down with a black and white floral print, I let the swing rock once and pause. The wind blows by and I swear not a soul on Marlena’s porch dares to breathe.

“First of all, no judging,” I start, leaning back in the swing and pulling my legs up so the heels of my feet rest on the edge of the swing. Lauren is the only one in PJs, she’s been in them all day. The flannel pants are at odds with the work attire the other two wear as they let out squeals of joy.

“Not judging, I’m impressed-” Lauren states with a grin. Her wide eyes don’t leave me and the heat rolls up from my chest to my temples.

“What’s the second of all?” Marlena questions behind her glass. I bet her cheeks hurt; she’s grinning so wide.

It’s been a while, a very long while, since I’ve been with someone intimately. And last night… well I can still feel him. The sweet ache reminded me of last night every time I sat down or adjusted in my seat.

“We’re going out tonight. In fifteen minutes.”

“Seafood?” Gem questions.

“A drive in actually.” The swing creaks as it rocks.

“To see a movie?”

“Yeah. It should be fun.”

“I bet you guys are going to do it in the back of Steve’s truck,” Marlena comments around a snicker.

“Oh my God Marlena!” Lauren scolds comically.

Gemma only laughs and then asks how many sangrias she’s had and if Lauren put extra liquor in tonight.

My cheeks heat and I wave her off. “It’s Steve’s truck so that’ll be a big no.”

“You two got it on the first night… like damn.”

“I mean it’s a decade or more of sexual tension. Flood gates had to come down sooner rather than later,” Lauren shrugs.

I’m going to have to agree with that. “I honestly don’t know what came over me.”

Little moments from last night flick through my mind. From the way he made me come undone, to the moments after when he kissed my shoulder and held me.

“How did he get out of taking you to dinner?”

“What do you mean? It was–”

“Like I get it, you’re hurt, the doctor’s hands are all over you. It’s totally the minimal plot to a porno, but-”

“Oh my God, take her sangria away,” Lauren jokes as Marlena barks out a laugh.

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