Chapter 10
I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or thankful for the pleasurable experience.
Olive would probably have nothing to do with me if she knew the details of my dream.
I can still remember her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
The feel of my hands wrapped around her perfectly shaped thighs, molding well in their place.
Her legs are quaking, begging for my touch.
In one swift movement, her legs were resting on my shoulders.
I placed one kiss on her left thigh; her body trembled beneath my grip.
I was now in control of her sacred body.
And respectfully, I wasn’t stopping until her undoing had us both gasping for air.
The look of lust and desire played across her face. Almost as if she had never experienced that kind of touch before. Seeing her need for me only fueled my burning desire for her. I trail my fingers down her smooth, toned stomach, goosebumps rising with each touch.
Both of us wanted, no, needed this moment. I swear she was in that same dream with me for a split second. Together, like our souls had already met in a past life.
Her eyes were so telling, letting me know what she wanted at that moment.
I gently twirled small circles around her clit.
She instantly hitched her back; it was so fucking hard not to cum from her body’s reaction to me.
Her delicate hands found their way into my hair, gently tugging.
I then, without hesitation, slid a finger inside of her.
She was so tight around my finger and already wet for me.
An enticing moan escaped her delicious lips.
This told me she wanted more, so I placed another finger deep inside her. I could feel her strong inner walls expand and tighten around my fingers. It took all of me not to remove my sweats and fuck her like a proper gentleman.
But right then, I wanted to watch every movement of her brilliant body while I pumped in and out of her.
I desired to continue feeling her tight pussy beg for more.
I so badly wanted to taste her on my lips.
God, I know she tastes so fucking good. I stopped myself by lightly biting her inner thigh.
Her skin was silky and smelled of coconut.
I could sense her climax approaching with every thrust I gave her. If she only knew the things, I could make her feel. I couldn’t help but to delicately suck and bite her thigh. I wanted to bite down harder. Honestly, I think she would have loved it if I did.
She quickly covered her mouth as muffled moans seeped through her fingertips.
Holy fuck, just her cries alone could have made me crash in pleasure.
Just as I felt her inner walls collapse around my thick fingers, I woke up and realized it was nothing more than a dream.
I was left in my bed with a rock-hard dick and blue balls.
Maybe I’m a little ashamed to admit that I replayed the dream in my head while jerking one out. It’s a piss poor excuse, but I wouldn’t have been able to go back to sleep if I didn’t finish the deed. And I plan to take that to the grave with me.
The fucked-up thing is that I’ll never be able to look at a girl the same since Olive crept into not only my life but my dreams. At least, not until I see her again.
She doesn’t realize the imprint she has already left in my mind.
I won’t stop until I know more about her. I want to touch her and hold her.
This desperate need for her presence is scaring the fuck out of me. I haven’t felt whole since meeting her at that party. Like she unintentionally snatched a piece of my soul and took it with her.
Friday needs to show its face; the waiting is eating me alive.
It doesn’t help that she’s a tough cookie to break.
Something tells me she’s been through unimaginable events in her life.
It sounds crazy that I hardly know this girl and want to be there for her in ways she’s never known.
The thought of someone hurting her awakens a raging beast that sleeps deep within my soul.
There’s a reason we found each other, and I’m determined to claim what’s mine.