Something caressed her, tickled her, stroked her, and pulled her out of her sleep. Whatever it was, it didn’t scare her. It traveled up and down her calves, stopping at the knee and moving back down to her ankles. It caressed her bare stomach, dipping into her belly button and chasing in lazy patterns.

But then there was something else. Something warm and wet. It lapped over her nipples, dragging at the fabric of her t-shirt.

It felt good. God, did it feel good. When it disappeared, she moaned and wiggled, but it returned to lavish attention on her other breast.

The hand on her other leg traveled higher and higher until . . .

“No panties and no bra,” a warm voice whispered in her ear. “Naughty minx.”

Mila shot awake and gasped when Rashid slipped a finger inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed when his knuckles scraped across her clit. After Rashid had told her that he wanted to stroke her until she screamed, she’d been completely wet, but that felt like hours ago, and exhaustion had claimed her.

But now she was wide awake.

“Miss me?” Rashid asked with a wicked grin. Her nipples puckered under the wet spots of her shirt, and she moved restlessly against him.

“Yes,” she whimpered. He stroked her higher and higher, but just before she could find her release, he moved his hand.

“You must not have missed me that much. You fell asleep,” he teased as he worked her shirt up and over her head. His eyes darkened with lust as he leaned over and kissed her neck. His fingers tugged at her nipples, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

“I wanted to dream of you again,” she gasped.

“You dreamed of me?” He replaced his fingers with his mouth as he rolled his tongue around her. Pleasuring her, he pushed her shorts down. She lifted her hips easily and kicked them off.

Naked and splayed out on the couch, she felt so wanton.

“I took a nap after work,” she admitted as she pushed him away and sat up. Widening her legs, she scooted to the edge of the couch until she could reach the buttons of his shirt. He gripped her hips while she slipped the buttons out of their holes. Occasionally, his thumb would just barely graze her skin, and she shuddered.

“And you dreamt of me?”

Biting her lower lip, she nodded. “I did. We were in the shower.”

“And?”

She spread his shirt apart and traced a finger over his chest. He moaned softly, and she tugged at his shirt until he moved his arms to make things easier for her. Peeling the shirt down his body, she leaned over and kissed him. “And I wanted to make sure that every inch of you was clean.”

He stood, and she reached for the button on his pants. He strained against the zipper, and she worked it carefully down. “Even after the soap and water, I wasn’t sure that it did the trick,” she continued. “So I thought I might use my mouth, instead.”

Pushing his pants down his body, she leaned over and gave the tip of his magnificent cock a quick lick.

Rashid gasped and took a step back. “Did you finish the job?” he asked thickly as he sat down on the couch. She quickly straddled him and settled against him. His cock teased at her entrance, and she was content to slide up and down, letting him feel how wet she was.

“I did,” she whispered.

He wrapped his hand around her hair and brought her down for a kiss, slow and languid. His tongue stroked hers in the barest of movements, and it drove her wild.

“Is that the end of your dream?” he asked as he lifted her so that her breasts swung right at his face. He stroked the insides of her thighs, playing in her wetness, and darted his tongue out to lick the tips of her nipples.

Mila sighed in pleasure and moved just a little against him. This was a slow burn, one that threatened to destroy her, but it felt far too good to stop. “No,” she moaned. “You said that I had to be cleaned, too. You used your tongue on every inch of me.”

“Every inch?” he repeated as he slid a finger inside her once more.

“You left no stone unturned. Ah, fuck. Rashid. Deeper.”

He obliged her and added a second finger. “Keep going.”

“You were very thorough,” she panted, squirming around as his fingers pleasured her. He continued to tease her nipples, and she tried to focus on the dream. “So good.”

“Did you come?”

“In the dream?”

That made him stop. He lifted his head and stared at her. “Did you come after the dream?” he demanded.

She flushed. “I was so turned on.”

“You touched yourself?”

Biting her lower lip, she nodded. “I thought of you. And I . . .”

She couldn’t get the words out, but she didn’t have to.

He kissed her hard and lowered her body until she took every inch of him. Slowly. Deliberately. Deliciously.

Completely sheathed, he groaned and rocked his hips just a little. “One of these days, I’m going to want to experience that.”

“Fun in the shower?” Mila flowed against him, moving her hips, squeezing her muscles around him.

“Fuck, yes.” He moaned. “The shower, but I would love to watch you touch yourself. I bet it’s beautiful.”

Kissing him deeply, she continued to rock slowly against him. Time passed slowly, but she barely even noticed. She was so wrapped up in him, so content to have him inside her, that she didn’t give a damn if they slept at all that night.

The orgasm built slowly. When it finally hit, it was a soft cascade through her body, but it felt like it lasted forever. She trembled and cried out, but he never stopped loving her.

* * *

It wasn’t easy, but Rashid stood and carried her to the bed without ever leaving her warmth. Still hard and pulsing inside her, he lowered her to the bed and followed her down. Her orgasm had subsided, and she was slick with sweat.

“Mila,” he whispered as he wiped the hair from her face. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”

“That’s okay.”

It wasn’t. He wanted to make her come again. He wanted to make her come all night. Regretfully slipping out of her, he ignored her protests and kissed his way down her body as he settled between her legs. She opened for him, and he pressed his lips against her.

He’d planned to come home and fuck her until she begged for mercy, but something had changed when he’d listened to her breathy moans while she was still asleep. He wanted to draw this out and make it last.

She’d touched herself and thought of him. It was almost his undoing.

“Rashid,” she gasped. “I want to play, too.”

“Can’t,” he grunted. “I won’t last.”

She pushed him away and crooked her finger. “Come here.” She patted the spot beside her.

Wanting to make her happy, though he could not help feeling disappointed for himself, he crawled up next to her, but then she kissed him and moved to straddle his face. Rashid held his breath as she lowered her body and stretched across him before slowly sliding her mouth down his cock.

This woman was perfect.

His woman was perfect.

His moans were muffled as he pulled her hips lower and went back to the task of pleasuring her. Her own cries vibrated against him, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long. Gently scraping his teeth against her clit, he continued until he could feel her knees start to shake. Then, he flicked his tongue rapidly over her, again and again.

She screamed against his cock, and that was the end.

Quaking, he released it all into her mouth as he lapped up her juices. He’d never felt anything like it before. It was so different to be with someone who had opened up to him so completely.

She trusted him with her body.

Did she trust him with her heart?

“Come here,” he whispered as he turned her body and pulled her back up against his chest. Her legs fell around him, and she cradled his cock against her pussy and wiggled in pleasure. He kissed her slow and deep and ran his hands along her spine.

They fell asleep just like that, and when he woke up again in the middle of the night, he was inside her, and she rode him all through the night.