Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I felt comfy and safe in the old fashioned bed that seemed to envelope me in warmth; shutting me in from the rest of the outside world. My body felt weightless, light…
The dream started out slow. I knew it was a dream because of the feeling surrounding me, but it seemed so real. Like I was standing off to the side looking through a glass window as the scenery unfolded.
It was this room, but there was something different. There was a table by the window with a flower vase holding a magnolia blossom.
That’s strange, that has always been my favorite bloom. The same silver brush that I’d used to brush my hair was there as well and a picture frame.
I strained to see who was in the picture but there was some kind of veil over it that obscured my view. Dream me moved around the room touching things, running my fingers gently over everything.
There was a sense of excitement building, as if I were waiting for something. Outside I could hear the sounds of the night. Insects in the grass, birds in the trees and off in the distance, the mating call of a bullfrog.
Behind me a door opened. As I turned, the firelight caught my gown. It was the one I’d worn to bed. My body was naked beneath and I could see the firm tilt off my breasts and dark hair covering the vee between my thighs.
Callan came into the room, but this wasn’t the same Callan from before, he was different. He looked the same but his clothes were from another era and so was the lantern he was carrying in his hand.
It’s just the way I’d imagined him looking earlier. My heart started beating faster and I wasn’t sure if it was the dream or the real me. Things started to blur.
In fact, I wasn’t sure if I were still asleep or in some weird state between sleep and wake. He moved quietly into the room, to the table by the window and placed the lantern there before turning to me.
There was a light in his eyes when he moved in close. My head went back, bringing to mind just how much taller he was. And when his hand came up to palm my cheek I didn’t shy away.
In fact I turned my face into that palm. It felt so familiar, so comforting. Like he’d done just that in just that way, a thousand times.
He looked into my eyes until I became mesmerized. Outside there was a loud indiscernible cry, but his hand on my face held me spellbound so I didn’t feel the need to look.
He traced a pattern on my cheek with the pad of his thumb as he held my eyes with his. Now, not only my heart, but my whole body seemed to throb and pulsate as my breath got trapped in my lungs.
I saw the intent in his eyes seconds before mine started to drift closed. Could already feel the touch of his lips against mine.
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me, the sound of need that was so foreign. I thought I saw him smile.
As he lowered his head, his lips moved and I could’ve sworn he said the words, ‘I’ve been waiting for you’. Just before his lips touched mine.
Noelle
It felt right being in his arms, getting that close. Something I would never have done in reality. But this was just a dream. Here I could give in to the attraction I felt upon first meeting him.
Here it was okay that his arms wrapped around me like a tight band in the darkened room. When my breasts pressed against his hard chest and I felt heat between my thighs, I didn’t shy away. Because it was just a dream.
The kiss was soft and dreamlike, drawing me in, making me hunger for more. My hands found their way into his curls and held, as his tongue moved deeper into the softness of my mouth.
I felt his hand move up my thigh beneath my gown, rough and hard against my soft heated flesh. I opened for him when he pushed his hand between my thighs and felt his fingers against my forbidden flesh.
I moaned into his mouth when one of those fingers rubbed back and forth over my swollen button. Pressing my flesh harder into his hand.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to move against his hand, to cry out into his mouth for more. I felt that finger pierce me and it was the sweetest feeling I’ve ever known.
Felt its every move as he stroked it inside me, leaving me feeling full and itchy, needing more. Our mouths moved together hungrily, as if we’d been starved for each other.
And when liquid pooled in his palm I pressed my throbbing flesh harder against his searching fingers as I rubbed my aching breasts against his hard chest.