Chapter 25

Sarah

The moment I close my eyes, Graham is everywhere. I’m trying to fall asleep, but when I close my eyes, Graham flashes before me. We are still sleeping in separate rooms, taking it slow. Half of the time, I feel like I know exactly where we stand, like we are at the beginning of a serious relationship. The other half, I have no idea where we stand, and I don’t know if he’s serious about me, or if this is just a fling, if circumstance is throwing us together temporarily.

Tonight, I can’t get the way he kisses me out of my mind. When his lips are on mine, the world melts away. His hands are hot on my body, and I can still feel the imprint of him on my skin. Slowly, sleep drags me under, but that offers me no escape. I’m not sure escape is what I want.

Release is.

At the back of my mind, I know I’m dreaming, and I give myself over to what’s happening. Dream Graham is in front of me, fire in his eyes, and I know exactly what he wants. Me. I want him, too.

In no time, Dream Graham has me naked. My skin is on fire, aching for his touch, and he obliges. He puts his hands on me, and I gasp for breath, the lust so thick in the air, it feels like it’s replacing oxygen.

The next moment, Dream Graham is inside of me. We went from an introduction to foreplay to full-on sex in seconds. I’m on my back, breasts moving back and forth, and he’s on top of me, fucking me hard. I gasp and moan, feeling the orgasm build. Every single time Dream Graham touches me, I know that pleasure will ensue. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Dream Graham’s mouth is on my neck, nibbling and sucking the skin, and his fingers tweak my nipple, tugging and pulling. I cry out, the sensation building as I get closer and closer to orgasm. At the last moment, when I’m just about to tip over the edge, he pulls out of me. I’m left reeling, and I moan in protest.

“Why are you stopping?” I ask, but Dream Graham doesn’t answer me.

I wake up drenched in sweat and still hovering on the edge of the orgasm I never got in my dream. I’m yearning for a release, aching for sex. I want Graham’s body all over me for real. The desire that I’m feeling now is even worse than what it was every time we were interrupted. This time, in my dream, I’ve been denied my orgasm, and I want it now.

I run my hands over my own body, feeling my curves, touching myself. I am wet and horny, and no matter what I do to myself, it’s not enough. It will never be enough unless it’s Graham.

I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s only two in the morning, hours before sunrise. The darkness wraps around me, and the cabin is silent, apart from the light creaking brought on by the wind. Graham’s room is just across from mine, and I can’t stop thinking about him. Should I go to him? For a moment, I wonder, but then I tell myself that the worst that could happen is a rejection, and I’ll have to play with myself for my orgasm. Yes, it will sting, but it’s worth a shot.

I slip out of bed and tiptoe to Graham’s room. Inside the door, I strip myself of my pajamas, but leave my panties on, and make my way slowly to his bed. I can taste my heart in my throat. Nerves bunch in my stomach, but the ache for sex overpowers everything, and I walk over to the bed.

Despite the cold outside, Graham sleeps with only boxers and the thick covers. I peel back the blanket and look at his body in the semi-dark of the room. I clamber onto the mattress and snuggle up to him. This is all or nothing. I lean in to kiss him and that wakes him up.

Graham kisses me back before he breaks it.

“Sarah?” he asks. He runs his hands over my body and realizes I’m naked except for my panties. I can feel him harden next me, his cock pressing against the silky material of his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

Graham answers me by kissing me again. He pulls me against him, and my naked breasts brush against the skin of his chest. He runs his hands over my back to my ass and squeezes my ass cheeks. He starts pulling at my now-sopping panties and I quickly take them off, not wanting to wait any longer that I already have. After I am naked, I straddle him. He grinds himself against me, my wetness soaking the material of his boxers.

“I’m making your boxers wet,” I say to him.

“Then we better take them off,” Graham says, and I lift up so that he can work his boxers down his legs. I help him, getting rid of the underwear completely. He is naked and hard, his cock straining and proud in the dim lighting. I’m straddling his thighs, his hard cock right in front of me. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lower my mouth to him. When I close my lips around his head, he groans.

His hand moves to my hair, and I started bobbing my head, taking him into my mouth. For a while, I focus on sucking him off, cupping his balls with my free hand. I can feel him shudder and twitch beneath me, signs that he’s getting closer. I don’t want him to come yet. I want him inside of me. It’s the whole reason I barged in here, and I’m not leaving until I feel his thick cock plunging into my depths.

I’m about to pull away, and Graham grabs my head and stops me. I guess I read him well. He lifts my head, and our gazes meet. His eyes are dark in the night, and he’s breathing hard. I don’t need him to tell me what I already know. I make my way up his body, straddling his hips again. I plant a wet kiss on his lips, and then I sit down on his cock.

But I don’t take him inside yet. I slide his length up and down my slit, coating him with wetness, even though it’s hardly necessary. The combination of my saliva and his pre-cum already has him lubed up and ready.

I sit up, guide his cock to my entrance with my hand, and thrust him inside my aching pussy. I throw my head back at the sensation of being filled up. It’s better now, in real life, than it was in my dream. The feeling is exquisite, and it’s exactly what my body has been crying out for desperately. My moans are loud in my ears, but I can’t hold back the sounds of my pleasure. Graham’s cock just feels too good.

I start riding him, bucking my hips. The orgasm that started in my dream flares up almost immediately, and I’m shaking on top of him. His hands are on my hips, guiding me back and forth as I fuck him harder and harder.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I moan.

The sound of my words seems to turn him on more, and he lifts his hips when I come down, slamming our bodies together and plunging his cock as deep as he could go. Electricity roars through my body, crackling and sparking with pleasure.

Judging by the feel of him, Graham is getting closer, too. The last time we did it, he held out a lot longer, but tonight, I did wake him up almost naked and suck him off.

My clit rubs up against his pubic bone, and I’m working myself up into a frenzy. His cock strokes along my G-spot, and the combination drives me crazy. It doesn’t take very long before my orgasm shatters through me, and I cry out.

My body curls forward, and I lean on Graham’s chest to hold myself up. I shudder and convulse as pleasure washes through me in wave after wave. Graham cries out, and a moment later, he’s orgasming, too. He grips my hips, shoving himself into me as deep as he can, and I feel him release, emptying himself inside of me. We come together, crying out, breathing hard, our bodies shaking and shivering.

Finally, my orgasm fades away. Graham is still twitching inside of me, and I lie on top of him, gasping for breath. His heart hammers against his ribs under my ear against his chest, and he’s breathing as hard as I am. Both times we had sex, it was relatively quick, but both times, it was absolutely mind-blowing. I lift myself and clumsily get off Graham. My legs are numb and trembling, and it’s a wonder I can move at all.

I collapse next to Graham on the bed. He sits up and pulls the covers over us both. He pulls me against him, his body hot. I’m already starting to fall asleep, exhausted. I’m not going back to my own bed. Graham doesn’t look like he wants to let me go, and to be fair, I don’t want him to.