“Oh,“ I groaned, tipping my head back into the pillow. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here or even who precisely it was between my thighs right now, but it didn’t matter. I was finally getting the release I had craved so deeply for so long, and it was good.

His hands sank into my thighs, and I looked down to try and figure out who it was. His face was buried in my pussy, and he seemed to have no intention of coming up for air. I closed my eyes again and let myself get lost to the feeling of it.

He was good at this. So good at it. I couldn’t even specify what it was about his technique that was working for me, but it was. It was as though he couldn’t possibly get enough of the way I tasted, like my body was a feast and he had been starving for weeks. He was lavishing me with attention, sucking and licking and tasting and trying me like I was the most delicious thing in the entire world, sucking on my lips, on my clit, tracing his tongue over my slit and slipping it briefly inside of me. My entire body was shuddering and shaking, and I tried to remember how I’d ended up here, how I’d managed to convince a man so talented into my bed, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember how I’d gotten him here. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was already on the brink of making me come, and my body was grateful for the attention it had been so lacking the last few months.

“Mmm,” I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, silently urging him to tilt his face up to me so I could see him, but he didn’t move. He slipped his hands beneath my ass and squeezed roughly, letting out a moan that echoed all the way up through my body. I sank back against the pillow, helpless, and the only thing I could do right now was let him pleasure me. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied, until I was satisfied, and I was hardly going to pull away from that to get a look at him.

My legs were beginning to tremble as he drew his fingers to my pussy and slipped them inside, not fucking me with them, but rather stroking the inside of my pussy in time with the strokes of his tongue on my clit. I let out a gasp, and suddenly, the pleasure crested and exploded all over me, cascading over my body in waves, my muscles shaking and my body clenching as the relief finally came. How long had he been going down on me for? I felt like I’d been here for hours and seconds at the same time, the notion of distance distorting in my head.

While my eyes are still closed, he climbed back on top of me and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth, taste the sweetness of us all mingled up together, and I pushed my tongue against his hungrily. I hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time, that urgent, desperate making out that came from two people who didn’t only want each other but needed each other. This strange mix of satisfaction and deep need flooded me, as though I could stop here or go on all night. He was naked suddenly, and I could feel his hard-on nudging up against my thighs. It was thick, impressive, and my stomach fluttered as I realized what I wanted now.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned into my ear, and I ran my hands over his back, feeling his muscles move as he shifted to plant kisses all over my shoulder and my neck. His breath was hot, and his need was obvious. I wanted to give him what he so clearly wants. I turned my mouth to his ear, making sure he could hear me, knowing this was the only thing that mattered right now.

“I want you inside me,” I moaned, and he didn’t need telling twice. He pulled back, but before I could get a look at him, he flipped me over and pulled me up so I was on all fours. Fuck, yes—I loved this position. I wiggled my ass back and forth, wondering if this man could read my mind since he seemed so adept at giving me exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed.

I felt him pressing against my slit, and I arched my back to make it easier for him to enter me. He slid a hand around my belly and let the other come to rest on my hip as he guided himself inside of me, and I forgot about the fact that I don’t seem to know who this man was as we fit together for the first time.

“Oh my God,” I groaned. He felt even better than I could have imagined. The warmth of his hands on my skin felt familiar, and for a moment, I tried to place where I might know it from, but then he began to move inside of me, and it slipped from my brain once more.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured, his fingers sinking into my ass as he held me steady. He was as big as I imagined, and I was so full with him inside me like this, like we were perfectly built to go together, as though he were made for me.

He ground himself into me, going in circles, keeping himself deep, and he moved his hand up my back and weaved it into my hair at the nape of my neck, tugging lightly. I went limp, my arms and my legs shaking as I struggled to keep myself upright. How did he know exactly how to touch me, exactly how to get me there? Every move he made, it was like he had crawled inside my head and teased out all those things I had been too nervous to tell the other men I’d been with. Or maybe I had been the one to tell him. I couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter.

I began to rock my hips back against him, taking him as deep as I could manage as he moved the hand on my belly down between my legs and on to my clit. He let out a low groan when he found my hypersensitive nub, as though my pleasure morphed into his.

Before I knew it, I was growing close again. The mix of stimulation had me helplessly careening toward orgasm once more, and, even though I had just had one, I found my body craving it, pushing me toward him, arching hungrily toward the one that I needed now. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me as I came, wanted to let him know how good this was for me every way I could. I was panting, pushing myself back against him, listening to his breathing as it grew more ragged. I could tell he was getting close too, and I wanted to feel him come along with me, at the same time as me. His hand was still in my hair so I couldn’t twist my head around to look at him, but that didn’t matter. I could feel him, not just his body but his energy, and that was all I needed.

“Come inside me,” I demanded, my voice taking on an edge I had never known I had in me. He moved harder, faster, his fingers moving with more purpose against my clit, and that was when it hit me.

The first orgasm had been intense, but this one was something else entirely. It felt as though my body was having trouble keeping together, the shake spreading out from my pussy and moving across me in waves like aftershocks punching through my system. The noises that came out of me, I had never heard them before, had never had call to make them before. My pussy tightened around his cock over and over again, and he continued to move into me mercilessly, extending the pleasure until I wasn’t sure I could take any more. My jaw was hanging open, my lungs gasping for air, my body tingling. I felt as though I had been torched, set alight, and now my body was doing everything it could to make sense of what had happened and to figure out exactly how we could get there again.

A few moments later, he pushed himself hard into me as he came, his body tensing and relaxing as he let out a long, low growl of pleasure. He held himself steady, deep inside me, for a long moment, as though he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. I knew how he felt. I wanted this to go on forever, the two of us never pulling apart. But eventually, with some apparent reluctance, he slid his cock out of me and slid down on to the bed beside me. I collapsed forward next to him, and I felt his hand skim up my back as I leaned in to kiss him—

Then I saw his face, and I woke up with a start.

I was panting hard when I came back to the real world, the memory of the dream so fresh that it felt real. I could feel his hands on my skin, the way they had traced over my body like he was drawing me into existence. I touched my belly, the back of my neck, the places he had laid his hands on me. I wasn’t sure if I had come or not, but my body felt limp and satisfied, as though I somehow truly had.

And then his face drifted back into my brain once more, and I clapped my hand over my mouth. There was no doubt who it had been.

Holden.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time, until my breath had gone back to normal, and reminded myself that it had been a dream. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time—I had never been fucked like that in my entire life, but still—and Holden was a man in my life, so my brain was extracting the data and offering me up something it thought I would like. Nothing to read into more than that. Nothing serious.

Yet the memory was so vivid, I would have a hard time looking him in the eye next time I saw him, but I would get over that. I needed to push those thoughts to the back of my mind. In fact, what I needed to do was set him up with someone. Now that I had spent time with Hunter and him, I should get a move on and find someone for him to go out with, someone who could act as a block in my brain between the two of us. I couldn’t handle having any more dreams like that if I ever wanted to talk to him again without blushing like a damn beacon.

I sighed and turned over in bed, staring at the wall opposite me. Despite it all, as I began drifting off once more, I found myself hoping I would slip into the same dream all over again.