Page 101 of Last Fall

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I dreamt about you every night.” His left hand caressed every curve from my shoulder to my clit. “I woke up so hard and hugging my cold, sadpillow.”

Sohard.

“What didyoudo?”

He pressed into my clit, massaged it slowly, ran his fingers down my labia and around his cock as I moved up and down his length. “I got in a nice hot shower, lathered up, and closed my eyes. I pretended you were with me. I pictured this. You. Head back, breasts up,skinpink.

My inner musclesfluttered.

“Yes,” he hissed. His fingers clamped around mynipple.

The tug and pull as I rode him sent electric jolts to my core where his other fingers became as wet as his cock. They moved in long lines, then up and around my clit and back again. I took him deep, enjoyed thestretch.

“Damn,” he moaned. “I’m coming.” He grabbed my hips with both hands, pulling me down hard on his cock as he came, his whole body shuddering, his shoulder muscles straining inrelease.

It was all so erotic, so sexy that, mixed with the kick of his orgasm, I was oh, so close. I spread my legs wider, ground closer, leaned down until our bodies melded together,andcame.

“Oh god!” I cried out, my inner muscles clamping hard around him. He still felt like steel. So hardandfirm.

I collapsed onto his chest,panting.

“See?” he gasped. “Closer.”

I laughed, causing him to move inside me, sending another, much weaker but still wonderful, cascade of flutters through my core. “Wow.” Would road trip sex always be this intense when he came home? “Confession.”

“Yes?”

“I think I like hearing what you do to yourself when youmissme.”

His hands tightened on my hips again. “Ohreally?”

Picturing him in the shower, touching himself, wishing I was there?Hot.“Really. You can bring me home shower storiesanytime.”

Suddenly I was on my back again. He pressed into me one last time. “Ditto. Did you have any hot dreams about me while Iwasgone?”

Oh yes.“I’ll tell you all about them when you’rerecovered.”

“I’mrecoverednow.”

“No you’re not. I promise,” I held up my hand, “to tell you all about my wet dreamsnexttime.”

“You won’tforgetthem?”

“Nope.” They were too sexy to forget. And I may have, possibly, scribbled a few down to use for futurebooks.

Maybe.

“Ifyou’resure...”

I kissed him. “When I tell you about my dreams I want you to be able toreenactthem.”

His eyes widened. “Well okay then. I guess we better gocleanup.”

We hurried through the process in the bathroom and I crawled back into bed first while Erik went to get us water from the kitchen. He set the glass down on the nightstand but I noticed hedidn’tmove.

I opened an eye and found him standing with his head down, a finger on my notepad, reading. “What’sthis?”

I sighed because I was exhausted. “What you wanttoknow.”