Chapter 1: The Midnight Awakening
I woke up in the dead of night, my heart pounding, a sheen of sweat on my brow, and an ache so deep in my core I could barely breathe. The dream I’d just had—of you, my fierce, untamed goddess—was still vivid, burning through my veins like wildfire. I turned to see you sleeping beside me, your curves barely hidden under the thin sheet, your lips parted just enough to tease me with memories of what you’d done in my mind. I had to tell you, had to relive it with words, even if I couldn’t touch you yet.
‘Babe,’ I whispered, my voice rough with need, nudging you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, sharp and curious, a smirk already playing on your lips as you sensed my desperation.
‘What’s got you so worked up at 2 a.m.?’ you teased, your voice a low purr, rolling onto your side to face me, your gaze piercing through the dark. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost—or something a hell of a lot naughtier.’
I grinned, my breath hitching as I leaned closer, the heat of your body already pulling me in. ‘It’s you. I had the wildest dream, and you were the star. You were on a mission—a fucking relentless one—to make me lose my damn mind.’
Your smirk widened, and you propped yourself up on an elbow, the sheet slipping just enough to reveal the swell of your breasts. ‘Oh, really? Tell me everything, lover boy. Don’t skimp on the details. I want to know exactly how I wrecked you.’
I swallowed hard, my cock already stirring under the covers just from the way you were looking at me, like a predator sizing up her prey. ‘You were on your knees, babe. Not because I asked, but because you wanted to own me. You looked up at me with those eyes—fuck, so determined, like you were gonna steal my soul through my dick. And then you took me in your mouth, wet and sloppy, no hesitation. Deep. So deep I could feel the back of your throat every damn time.’
Your laugh was low, wicked, and you bit your lip, clearly enjoying the effect your imaginary self had on me. ‘Damn, I sound like a pro. Keep going. Did I make you squirm?’
‘Squirm? Babe, you had me fucking begging,’ I growled, my voice dropping as the memory flashed hotter. ‘Your hand was on my shaft, stroking hard, pulling back my foreskin like you owned every inch of me. And then your tongue—Christ, the way you swirled it around my throbbing helmet, teasing every sensitive spot. It was torture. Perfect, soul-stealing torture.’
Your eyes darkened with lust, and you shifted closer, your breath hot against my neck as you whispered, ‘Sounds like I was hell-bent on making you cum harder than ever. Was I dripping for it? Horny as fuck just from having you in my mouth?’
‘Hell yeah, you were,’ I rasped, my hand itching to reach for you as I painted the picture. ‘Your lips were glistening, your chin wet with spit, and I could tell you were panting for more. You were sweating, focused, forcing yourself to take me deeper with every thrust of your mouth. I was so hard it hurt, and you just kept going, like you wouldn’t stop until I exploded.’
You let out a soft, hungry moan, your hand sliding under the sheet to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I was already aching. ‘Fuck, that’s hot. I bet I looked unstoppable, didn’t I? Like I was gonna drain every last drop out of you.’
‘Unstoppable doesn’t even cover it,’ I said, my voice thick with want as I stared into your eyes, the tension between us electric. ‘You were a goddamn force. I was so close, babe. So close to losing it right there in your mouth.’
Your grip tightened on my thigh, and you leaned in, your lips brushing mine as you murmured, ‘Then let’s make that dream real. I’m awake now, and I’m just as determined as dream-me to make you cum harder than you ever have.’
My breath caught, my body already on edge as you pushed the sheet away, your eyes locked on mine with that same fierce hunger I’d dreamed of. This wasn’t just a story anymore—it was about to be a fucking explosion.
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