In Her Dreams by Bolryder, Terry (short novels in english TXT) 📗

“Yes. Like that. Let me know how badly you want more.”

I’m curled tight around Reve like it’s a monsoon and I’m climbing a tree for safety. Only, it’s not because of bad weather. I just can’t unclench my hands, my chest, my legs. Anything.

All my nerves are going haywire as he slides up and down my clit, using my own wetness to make the friction even better.

I come in practically no time at all, calling out his name desperately while everything in me tenses and releases like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.

Reve just starts to kiss up my neck while he goes back to stimulating my clit, a little slower this time. But he catches me completely off guard as he withdraws his hips a little, just enough to give me a taste of his hardness and the way he slides inside me and makes me feel so full I can barely take him.

And though I want to start moving, want to see him come and see those teal irises roll back in pleasure, I find myself only further aroused at the thought that he could probably just hold me here in his arms and make me come for hours with that self-control of his and that he would probably enjoy it.

I know I would.

Oh… I’m already coming again.

Bright lights illuminate the space behind my eyelids as wonderful, torturous release rolls through me, crashing like waves over and over. By the time I come down, my head is spinning, almost in a euphoria of still-building pleasure and heady release.

I can smell Reve on me, around me, burnt sugar cookies mixed with the sand and ocean and sex. If it were possible, I’d bottle it up and have it on my counter forever.

My clit is throbbing. My pussy is aching against his shaft, needing more release because just having him inside me is erotic enough to have me coming even without the expert way his finger is making little circles around me.

Above us, the sky is starting to darken, further giving me the sense of utter aloneness as he begins to rock into me with long thrusts.

“How’s my queen?” he asks into my ear, knowing full well how crazy he makes me feel.

“Can’t… words… Yes.” My sex-addled brain forms about three audible words, then gives in to the motion of our bodies as he pushes into me in earnest now.

Thankfully, he only pulls one more orgasm from me with his finger before he finally wraps both arms around me, shielding me from the darkness and the cold air.

For a moment there, I really was about to wonder if this was a dream. But then the chilly sand beneath me brings me back to reality, the feel of our skin clinging wherever we touch, the sight of his very real, utterly gorgeous body almost too much to take in.

“You’re so hot not even dreams could do you justice.” He reaches a hand up to pull several loose strands of hair off my face, then cups my cheek to kiss me while he continues to thrust in to meet me.

After so many orgasms, I’m just holding out for the finale. Like a fireworks show that’s left me breathless for every minute.

Wet, slick sounds with increasing speed mix with our rushing breaths, and I’m left panting as he pushes into me harder and harder, taking me to the very edge of reason as our bodies clash.

Then with a final thrust, Reve takes me over the edge.

I hold the air back in my lungs, everything stopping for a fraction of a second. Then as he jerks inside me, I fall with him, both of us coming together in a heap of encircled limbs and searing pleasure.

I’m almost too hoarse to scream Reve’s name. So instead, I just pull my body to his, burying my head against his shoulder as he grunts in release, only further stoking my own.

By the time I fall back against the towel, utterly exhausted and pleasantly sore from all the arousal, it’s almost nighttime.

High above, the moon is starting to rise over the ocean, casting the clouds in an ethereal blue glow.

I sigh happily as Reve slowly pulls out, then helps me get my clothes back on. “When I pictured sex on a beach, I can’t say I imagined it being so…” I think out loud, watching Reve as he poofs another blanket into existence and wraps it around both of us.

Thankfully, Joey will be at his friend’s house until late, so we have time to just enjoy the darkness and the ocean.

“So what?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me as I sit up to look out at the moonlit waves with him sitting behind me like some overprotective guardian.

“So mind-blowing.”

He smiles against the back of my neck where his lips are nipping my sensitive skin as his hands slide down the sides of my hips.

“Dream fae are renowned for that.” He nuzzles against me cutely. “But even more specifically, it’s just the effect you have on me, sweetheart. The effect of our bond strengthening.”

He’s spoken of bonds and all that, and it leaves me wondering how this will somehow all work out.

But instead of facing the dark questions that rise in my chest every time he brings up the fae, I just take his hand in mine and kiss the center of his palm.

I relax back against him and just let the ocean fill my ears while the only man I could ever want holds me.

16

Jen

The next few days pass so breezily, so pleasantly, so easily, that I almost wonder if this is how life should have been all along.

Reve wakes me in the morning with breakfast and coffee and insists on driving with me to and from work even though he has to then dematerialize.

In the evenings, we hang out with Joey and play board games or talk or even game with Jerrek.

We eat dinner as