Page 12 of More Than I Can Bear

Chapter6

Freya

Having a vivid sex dream was embarrassing. Having one in the bed you grew up in as a child was worse than that. The guy from the cafe had driven me home and I should’ve been grateful, especially when I arrived in one piece, but that gratitude was somewhat diminished by the fact that I’d ended up in this bed because of him. And then, once I’d settled under the covers of my narrow single bed and went to sleep,hecame.

“I know what you need,” I told Adam, raking my fingers through his hair. Had it been this silky the night we were together? I couldn’t remember clearly. What I did know was that in my dreams, I was bolder, wilder. I saw his eyes gleam and felt the need to make them shine brighter, so I spread my thighs wider. “So take it. Take me.”

This was something I fantasised about (when I let myself). A good old-fashioned ravishing. And this dream Adam? He knew the score, and he lunged forward, ready to show me. It wasn’t just his tongue on my clit that drove me insane, making my back arch off the bed in reality as much as in my dream, but the fact he wanted to do it so much. He was into this, growling into my skin before latching onto my clit and sucking. I felt the vibrations all the way through my body and my cunt clenched down immediately in response, onto a distressing nothing. I’d known what it felt like to be filled before I’d been with Adam. I had a box full of toys that had seemed perfect before that night, but now I needed more.

Him.

“Adam, please…”

“Something you need?” he asked. There was a darkness to his voice that hadn’t been there that night: his voice had turned ragged and growly.

“You, Adam, I need… Uh!”

He suddenly was in a different position, with the fluidity that happens in dreams. When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling between my thighs. Every muscle was standing proud, his skin golden, making him look like some kind of pagan idol as he gripped his thick cock. Had it been that big the night we’d been together? My eyes widened as I shifted up onto my elbows to stare at him in all his glory. And then as I looked up at his face, I saw it. The crooked smile—part cocky bastard, part sweetheart—that spread across his face as he watched me watch him.

This was what I needed. The pictures of Adam in the newspaper or footage of him on the TV had never done anything for me. I understood he was attractive, could even acknowledge, academically, how the line of his jaw or the angle of his cheekbones were aesthetically pleasing. But it was the passion in him, here, his eyes on mine, his head being thrown back slightly as his hand worked his swollen length, that had me transfixed. We were locked together in this little bubble and that made my need for him bite deeper until I ached with it. Right now he wasn’t a pretty boy on a screen, he was mine.

“Adam, please…”

He was on me in a second, one hand slapped down by my head, the other between our legs. I felt why almost instantly, my eyes slowly closing.

“Eyes up here, beautiful.” He stared into mine, smiling when he had my attention, then delved a little deeper. I felt that terrible stretch again, but this time it was all pleasure, starting to fill up the part that craved him. “That’s it. Stay with me.”

“What?” I shifted, somewhat confused now.

“I want to see it, the way you respond when I push myself inside you.” He watched me pull in a breath as the fat mushroom head of his cock slowly pushed in, following the movement of my lips as they fell open, drawing in air. “I want to see exactly how I make you feel as you take my cock.”

Fuck, dream boyfriends were always the most perfect. I needed this, the way that some kind of connection snapped into place as we gazed at each other, his smile growing wider as I tried to keep my eyes open. He was so hard, thick and relentless, forcing me to give in and surrender, as I let him in. And once he was there, it was impossible to ignore him, especially when he started to rock his hips.

“Adam…!”

I slapped my hands over his hips, feeling that intense drag inside me, rubbing over some part of me that seemed to come to life at his first thrust. Like he was stroking my clit, but deeper, less direct but, somehow,morebecause of it.

“I know.” God, the way his voice broke and his head dropped down, his lips getting closer to mine, but tantalisingly out of reach. “I know, Freya. It’s gonna be like this always, I promise, baby. Me and you…”

I didn’t know why I was conjuring a dream boyfriend that would say those sorts of things. In my heart of hearts I knew how this would go. I’d tumbled into bed with a stranger, when even the thought of that was the antithesis of who and what I was. And now that it had happened, I knew how things would be. The real Adam had gone on state television to make clear he was looking for me, simply because I was the one that got away. I knew that if I just kept my head down he’d lose interest and find someone else better suited to the life of a WAG. The problem was… when I slept? Part of me reached out to part of him, wanting to reclaim the magic of that night.

“That’s it, beautiful.” His thrusts grew deeper, harder. And each time he buried himself in me, it felt like fireworks going off inside. “You’re gonna come on my cock. You feel so fucking tight, squeezing me with everything you’ve got. Makes me want to fill you up.”

I stared openly at him, an unintentional flex around his length making us both groan.

“You like that idea?” he said, his smile turning lazy. His spare hand grabbed my wrists and stretched them over my head, increasing the feeling of powerlessness. Just what I wanted. Because one of my favourite kinks was exactly this.

Being filled, being bred, forced to take his cum, not so much for the violation or loss of choice, but the connection. His entire focus would be narrowed down on me as he made me take everything he had to give. I shifted restlessly against his grip, a huge wave of pleasure starting to rise.

“You like the idea of being filled with my cum?” I nodded quickly, not able to do anything else right now. “You want it all, don’t you, greedy girl?” My heels dug into his butt cheeks, dragging him closer, not letting him pull away as far now. “You want everything I’ve got to give. Well, it’s yours…”

Dream Adam was offering me so much more than mere bodily fluids. It was as if this whole thing was his mind, his body, reaching out to mine and that just had me clinging harder.

“But you’ve gotta take it from me. Come when you can, love, because the minute I feel your tight little cunt gripping me hard, I’ll explode as you wring every single drop from me.”

“Yes…!”

Such was the nature of dreams. Usually it took a whole lot more foreplay than this. But, freed of my body’s constraints, my mind grabbed at the idea. In the dream, in reality, I arched up into him, absorbing every stroke as he pulled me closer and closer to the edge.

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