his hand. With his palm flattened against her clit, he pushed the tip of a finger just past her entrance. With slow circles, he had her breathing harder and heavier, faster and hotter, with every passing second. “Not yet,” he finally whispered, pulling his finger away from her.
Slowly, he raised it to his lips and kissed her scent, then rolled his eyes back and let out a slow, deep growl that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. With his body against hers, the vibration of his growl pulsed through Laney, and somehow felt even better, even deeper, than his finger had just a moment before.
“I can’t stop,” he whispered. His voice took on a slightly dangerous sharpness. For the first time, Laney noticed that his eyes were so blue, so burning, deeply blue, that it looked like there were fires burning instead of just glittering irises. She stared into them, just drinking in the color, the fury, and relishing the way he made her feel inexplicably safe and secure and... wanted.
“Why?” she moaned as he ran his fingers down both sides of her sex, squeezing her gently. “Why... me?”
He kissed her belly softly, cupping her breasts in his hands as his lips moved down her body lower and lower. He tickled the tuft of hair with the tip of his tongue and pinched her nipples softly between his thumb and forefinger with each hand. Laney let her head fall back against the chair, as the breath caught in her lungs.
Spreading her legs wider, Laney got them around her visitor. She draped them on either side of his head, and let out a soft trill when his tongue found her button. With soft, methodical circles he sent swirls of pleasure snaking up Laney’s stomach. Her nipples prickled harder and stiffer, and grew more sensitive with each passing second.
A spider’s web of electricity spread all over her body as every single nerve flared to life. She clutched him, holding tight like she knew he’d fade at any second.
A suck.
A kiss.
Fingers gripping her, pulling at her.
And then the whole world went white.
Hot breath slid out of Laney’s nose and mouth as she exhaled her pleasure, and her climax shook her to the core. Almost as soon as her white heat began to fade into the background, she felt him slipping.
“No!” she whispered, clutching for him. “Don’t go, just... just this once.”
Suddenly, her words were echoing in her mind. This wasn’t the first time she’d dreamed this, and she had the feeling it wouldn’t be the last. At least, unless she stopped needing this dream.
“Not long,” a ghostly voice whispered. “We’re meant for each other. We always have been. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but...”
“Soon,” she finished for him as he faded completely. “Yeah, soon. I’ll believe that when it happens.”
“Trust me,” the voice came again, a whisper on the wind. “It’ll be worth it.”
BZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT! BEEEEEEEEEP!
Reality flickered each time Laney opened her eyes. Sensing the location of the enemy, she lunged over, throwing her hand on top of her phone and clumsily mashing at buttons until the alarm finally gave up the ghost. She fell backward, collapsing into her chair.
There was a hint of sweat lingering on her chest. She wiped at the moisture, and then went to clean her palm on the shorts she’d been wearing the night before.
“What the hell?” Laney asked the empty room, standing up quickly. Her shorts were gone, and so was the shirt that should have been on. She still had the gray bikini briefs she always wore to sleep, but that was all, and that was... not normal.
“Dreams don’t undress you,” she announced. “Well, not unless you’re really into them I guess.”
Glancing around the living room, she found her shorts and her shirt, both hurled unceremoniously into the corner. She never did that. Never . The only thing in the world Laney hated more than hangovers was de-wrinkling clothes. It was almost an obsession with her, bordering on