Page 81 of Dreaming of Dawson

“There were no condoms in my dreams.”

“Dreams?” I say, looking down at her. “You said you’d imagined how I’d look. You didn’t mention anything about dreams.”

“Well… there were dreams. Lots of them. And none of them featured condoms.”

“Would there have been a need?” I ask, feeling intrigued. “I mean, were we doing anything in your dreams that would have required condoms?”

“Oh, yes,” she says with a smile. “All sorts of things… in all kinds of places.”

“Like where?”

“Like downstairs in the bar… on one of the tables.”

“Sounds exciting… as long as there was no-one else around.”

“There wasn’t. We’d closed the bar, and you kissed me, then you lifted me up onto the table and… the next thing I knew, I was naked.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah. It was a dream, and I guess I wanted to cut to the chase, not waste time getting undressed.”

I can understand that, and I nod my head. “What happened once we were naked?”

“You made me come.”

“How?”

“In exactly the same way as you did just now. On your tongue.”

“I dreamed about you coming on my tongue, too?”

“You did?” she says, her eyes widening. “You dreamed about me?”

“All the fucking time,” I say and she giggles. I can still hear those bells, but I keep quiet this time. It seems that’s something I’m just gonna have to get used to, and it won’t be a hardship.

“Was there a need for condoms in your dreams, too?” she asks, her eyes sparkling, even in the moonlight.

“There certainly was.” I lean over to the nightstand again, but she grabs my arm, just like she did before, and I gaze down at her, lowering myself to my elbows and caressing her cheek with my fingertips. “This isn’t a dream, Mace, and no matter how much I wanna make love to you without any barriers between us, this is real life, and in real life, there are consequences to doing things like that.”

“Not when you’re on birth control, there aren’t,” she says and I stop, my fingers stilling on her cheek and my breath halting in my throat.

“Birth control? You’re on birth control?” She nods her head. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

She chuckles. “Because you asked about my dreams.”

“Who needs dreams?” I murmur, kneeling up and palming my cock, rubbing it along her folds a couple more times and then pushing inside her. She’s even tighter than I imagined she would be, and I take a moment, getting my head around that. “Lean up,” I say. “Lean up on your elbows. I want you to watch this.”

She does as I say, her eyes and mine both fixed on the point between us where the tip of my cock is joined with her.

“That looks so good,” she whispers, mesmerized.

“How does it feel?”

“Big. Bigger than I expected.”

I can’t take my eyes from our bodies as I whisper. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. It feels so good.”

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