Fox #3
“You’re so close,” Elsbeth’s voice calls from the other side of the door. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
It’s a dream.
Of course, it is.
And as long as I know that I’m dreaming, why not indulge in the fantasy?
I step inside and find her lying in my sheets, her pale skin a stark contrast to the dark olive fabric. Untamed red waves flow down her shoulders and over her chest.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” I tell her from the edge of the bed. I lean over, but she slips away.
“Hold me.” She reaches out, her fingers raking through my shaggy hair, and pulls me into her.
It feels like we’re tumbling through a cloud for a long moment, and when we settle, her head is nestled into my bare chest. Her warm skin presses to the length of my naked body under the sheet.
She’s never been this close. I shouldn’t be able to feel her like this.
Maybe the connection we shared earlier today has tricked me into thinking I know this woman’s body this intimately.
That lie convinces me to slip my hand beneath the light linen and follow the curves of her side from her shoulder down to her ass. I cup the supple glute, guiding her on top of me. She plants her chin on the back of her stacked hands and looks up at me.
“It’s so comfortable here.” She hums a sigh. “Why do you ever leave?”
“Who else is going to make you breakfast to refuse?” I run the pad of my finger, featherlight, down the bridge of her nose. “You do that to drive me crazy, don’t you?” The apple of her right cheek tightens and the smallest amusement tips her lips. “I knew it!”
She squeals with laughter as I scoop her body under mine and jab into her sides. “That’s not fair!” Her laugher is muffled by the mountain of pillows and blankets taking us in deeper. “I hate being tickled.”
Her legs wrap around my waist as I hover over her. Light from the lamp filters through the linen enough that I can see the moment she realizes how close our bodies really are.
“Let me make it up to you.” I lean down, kissing her lips, soft, slow, and deep.
She rocks her hips and her needy pussy coaxes my throbbing cock.
“I need you.” She whimpers into my mouth. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
“We can’t.” I hear myself say it, but my body isn’t listening.
The length of my cock grinds down against her clit, her arousal coating me.
“I want to give you my cock so bad, venom,” I grit out between her wanton gasps for air. “Gods, I want to fill your pussy with every inch of me. But we can’t.”
“Yes.” She pants. “We can. We can. Please.”
My ears ring with her desperation. The head of my cock notches at her wet center, but I plant my knees into the plush mattress, refusing to obey her body’s demands. She fights for the power. Bucking her hips, clawing at my back, and attempting to slide her hand between us.
When she finally gives up, she relaxes and peers up at me with a defeated pout on her blushed lips. “Kiss me.”
That, I grant. I flatten my chest to hers, and she wraps her arms around my neck. Pressure shifts and the world spins. Her legs spread and straddle me as my back sinks into the down.
The view of Elsbeth triumphantly mounted on top of me has my cock rock-hard. Her slender fingers wrap around my shaft and she lines me up where she wants me. I grab her hips and hold her still. “We can’t. Not all the way.”
She nods, and I loosen my hold so she can pulse up and down. It’s not enough for either of us. No relief or semblance of it in sight.
It’s a dream. Sex dreams are normal.
But she feels so real and so good.
“More. A little bit more.” She moans and sinks down to where her hand is still holding my shaft.
I reach up and cup her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers. “You want more, venom?” My voice is husky and thin as she sinks lower. “Want to feel me fill this tight pussy for you?”
“Uh-huh.” She whines, placing both of her hands on my chest. “I need all of you.”
All of me. Or all of us.
“Take me.” I raise my hips, hitting a deep ache. “Take all of me.”
Lust overtakes her. She bites into her lower lip and rides my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, getting too close to my own climax.
Even if this is a dream, I can’t leave her unsatisfied.
I focus on the stinging trails her nails are leaving on my chest and not her pussy clenching around me. She’s so close.
“Are you going to come for me, venom?”
She nods, biting back a scream as I force her hips to rock harder. “Yes, fuck. Right there.”
“Scream for me. Tell me how good I make you feel.” The tips of my fingers dimple her flesh.
Her pussy convulses and I spiral into ecstasy along with her. My cock jerks as my balls tighten then empty. And in the post-orgasm clarity, I can only think, At least there’s no messy cleanup.
She’s spent and sleepy when she swings her leg over and stretches out next to me. The space between our bodies is too vast and cold. Like she’s slipping further away from me with every one of her heaving breaths.
“Stay with me.” I reach out for her, brushing the tips of her fingers with mine. “Stay.”
“I’m right here.” She hums with contentment, her face fading into the dark.
“Stay.”