CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
The days leading up to our high school reunion were relatively uneventful and mundane. For the most part, I went to work, came home, read, scrolled through TikTok, and would see Noah whenever we could. His work schedule had been crazy lately, but I was realizing more and more that I didn’t mind just being in my own company.
It was Thursday night, our reunion looming less than twenty-four hours from now, and the weather had taken a turn for the worst. Thunder rumbled in the distance and brief flashes lit up the sky. The rain had barely started and was still a soft pitter-patter, lightly landing on the ground. I had always loved a good thunderstorm. I opened my front door and leaned against the frame, enjoying the smell of the fresh rain. Taking a deep breath, the cool air brushed my face—there was something about this weather that just cleared my head and enveloped my senses. I allowed my eyes to close while I focused on my breathing, trying to let all thoughts and worries leave my head. I stood still for many minutes, enjoying my weather inspired version of meditation. A gust of wind sent a chill through my body and I wrapped my arms around myself before closing the door.
I laid down on my chaise lounge and grabbed the blanket from across the back of my couch, pulling it up to my chin and snuggling in. My fingers curled around the remote as I tried to decide on whether I should watch something or get lost in a book. A yawn escaped, and I tossed the remote aside again, scooting myself further down the couch while reaching for my Kindle before I settled in, getting lost in the pages before me.
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A boomof thunder startled me out of my sleep and I patted around on the couch, looking for my phone. The bright screen illuminated, and I tried to shield myself with the arm that was draped across my eyes. The clock read just after 11:00PM. My Kindle laid on my chest from where I had dropped it when I had fallen asleep. Rolling over, I tried to re-situate myself on the couch before thinking better of it and forcing myself to my feet.
Within seconds, I collapsed on the bed and snuggled into my duvet, not bothering to plug my phone in before I fell back asleep.
Soft kisses started at my ankle and slowly moved upward. I could feel him everywhere, tingles racing through my body. Rough hands moved hastily over my breasts, thumbs rubbing my peaked nipples in a delicious motion.
I was aching, panting, and desperate to feel him everywhere.
A moan escaped my lips, the sound encouraging him to continue nipping and sucking at my body. His mouth hovered over my core, hot breath panting heavily against my panties as I writhed below him, silently begging for his mouth on my sensitive flesh.
A gasp escaped me as I felt teeth scrape against my lower stomach and my eyes snapped downward to him, a wave of satisfaction rolling through me as I saw him biting at the edge of my panties, using his teeth to pull them off me. Once below my knees, I stopped watching, my head falling back to the pillow, back arching. I felt him rip them away at the same time as his mouth crashed against where I needed him the most, licking and sucking expertly, teasing me just the way he knew I liked it.
I could feel the climax building as my heels dug into the bed, his arm draped across my stomach, pinning me down as his tongue continued its rhythm. I looked down at him to find his eyes blazing, staring at me with a look of pure and raw desire. The look alone ripped a moan from my lips and my head crashed back to the pillow again as he began fingering me while still swirling his tongue on my clit. I was so close, I could feel the orgasm coursing through my veins…
A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as my eyes violently snapped open and I realized what had just happened. My hand was beneath my pajamas, fingers firmly in place on myself. I ripped my hand out of my pants and sat up, inching back until I was sitting up straight against the headboard.
I had just had the most realistic sex dream of my entire life, masturbated in my sleep, and orgasmed.
What.
The.
Fuck.