Dreaming About You

MARISSA

“You’ve been dreaming about me?” I asked, struggling to keep my train of thought from running away with me when his lips closed over a hardened nipple.

“Mmm,” he hummed, causing ripples of goosebumps to raise on my flesh. When he released me, it was to look up into my eyes from my chest. “So many dreams. So many dirty, filthy dreams.”

I didn’t know if it was simply something he said in the heat of the moment, but I would be damned if it didn’t turn said heat up to mercurial levels. As he kissed a path down my stomach to where I was wet and achy for him, I could only whisper, “Show me.”

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he breathed, gripping my thighs to spread them to make space for his shoulders. There was a beat where his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, almost as if he were savoring the moment, then he leaned forward and expertly licked and sucked me into two orgasms before finally relenting.

I was spent, but somehow still needy. There were tiny droplets of sweat dotting his