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ERIK

“ T his is a dream.”

“Do you think so?” comes Anastasia’s gentle voice.

“How can you tell?”

“I’ve never been to the beach.”

Opening my eyes, the bright light forces me to squint.

Blinking quickly clears the glare and warmth beats down on my naked body.

I’m reclining back on a lounger, basking in the hot sun’s rays while resting underneath a square cabana.

Sheer white fabric drapes over the top and down the sides, lazily drifting in a light breeze that kisses across my sunbaked skin.

White sand warms under the single foot I have resting down on the ground, while the music of the rolling ocean waves reaches my ears.

Anastasia stands near the entrance, wrapped in a light pink robe that hangs loosely from her shoulders.

The wind catches in her hair and lifts the strands like the caress of delicate fingers.

“How have you never been to the beach?” She turns to face me, leaning back against one of the wooden supports.

“Everyone has been to the beach.”

Her eyes glint like gemstones.

The sight of her draws an unexpected pulse of tension across my chest and I glance down at her abdomen, expecting to see…

something.

The thought is gone as soon as it appears.

“Never had a reason to go to the beach.”

“That’s so weird.” She laughs softly.

“I love the beach.”

“Do you?” Pushing against the pillows, I rise from the lounger and approach.

My toes sink into the sand and just beyond Anastasia’s head, I glimpse the deep blue, rolling waves of the ocean.

“You never said.”

“Didn’t I?” She tilts her head.

“I’m sure I did.”

“I would have remembered,” I murmur.

“I remember everything about you.”

“You’d have to know everything to remember everything.” She tilts her head back slightly to look up at me, and a gentle smile plays across her plush lips.

“You don’t know everything.”

“Tell me, then. Tell me every detail.”

“Why?” Anastasia lifts one hand and skims her fingers against my cheek.

“It doesn’t matter in a dream.”

“So this is a dream.”

“It must be because I’m the woman of your dreams, right?” Her brows lift playfully, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.

In one move, I catch her in my arms and press her up against the wooden support.

Kissing her deeply, peacefulness overtakes my soul and every other lingering, uncertain thought in the background melts away.

Nothing matters but Anastasia.

Her soft lips part against mine, inviting me into the heat of her mouth.

Her body radiates warmth through the thin robe, so I run both my hands around her waist.

I keep one sliding around to the small of her back, bringing her close against me while the other lightly cups the side of her neck.

Her pulse races under my touch, and we kiss until the burning need for air forces us apart.

“Wow,” she breathes out, panting slightly.

“Are you alright?”

“Never better,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You’re kissing me like you haven’t seen me in forever.”

“Feels like I haven’t.”

“But I’m right here.” Both of her hands caress my cheeks and she looks me right in the eye.

“I’m always right here.”

“I know.” And yet as the words leave me, it feels like a lie.

As soon as the uncertain thought rises, it fades into nothing so I kiss her again.

My tongue dances with hers, weaving together as if we are one.

She moans softly, pressing into me, and as she adjusts herself, her stiff nipples peek through the fabric and brush against my chest.

“Anastasia,” I say, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

Her face flushes red, and her swollen lips glisten with saliva as she licks her lower lip and nods.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know.” Her smile is so warm that my heart aches.

Lifting her into my arms is effortless.

She wraps her legs around my waist and tightens her thighs against my hips, then grips my shoulders as her robe falls away to reveal her beautiful, naked body.

I turn and walk through the sand, lowering her down onto the lounger I woke up on.

Her long, sleek legs fall open, exposing her pussy to my wandering, hungry eye, and who am I to resist?

“Erik?” Anastasia caresses my cheek as I shift over her and settle between her legs.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

Her head tips back into the pillows and she stretches her arms above her head, elongating her body.

I kiss every inch of her like she’s a work of art and I’m the brush.

From her collar down to the swell of her breasts, I lay open-mouthed kisses with every breath.

My tongue swipes over her nipples and I take each one into my mouth, sucking until they’re reddened and flush.

She gasps, panting heavily by the time I kiss down her abdomen, but something at her navel makes me stop.

Something I feel like I’m forgetting.

My hesitation lasts until she thrusts her hips up against me with a whine of need, and the moment passes.

I kiss over the angular rise of her hips, nibble along her pelvis, and kiss down the curve of her thigh until my face is between her legs.

Her sweet, earthy scent fills my lungs.

I intend to tease her, but as I kiss her outer lips, that urge dies.

I can’t resist anymore.

Anastasia moans loudly and arches her back hard, burying both hands in my hair as I shove my face against her pussy and devour her.

My tongue seeks out every inch of her slick, wet pussy, lavishing attention over and between her folds until her clit is swollen and sensitive.

Each nudge with the point of my tongue makes her gasp.

When I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she whines loudly and digs her heels into my back.

She’s an instrument that only I know how to play.

And I never want to stop.

Her body rolls and rocks as I eat her out, drinking down each gush of juice that floods from her and driving her pleasure higher and higher.

Her fingers turn to claws, and each sharp tug of my hair drives heat down to my own tight core.

My cock, already stiff from just a kiss, rubs against the pillows beneath me and soon, I’m panting and moaning against her pussy just as eagerly as she’s whining and gasping above me.

She comes with a scream, convulsing under me and lurching forward as the pleasure is almost too powerful for her.

Ripple after ripple of ecstasy moves through her like the rolling waves outside, then she collapses back onto the lounger, panting.

But I’m not finished.

I want more.

I lift myself up, licking my lips as her juices cling to my skin and paint me with ownership.

She looks down at me through her lashes and then spreads her legs wider, giving me a full view of her gorgeous, swollen pussy.

“Fuck me,” Anastasia demands.

“Fuck me like you own me.”

“You already own me,” I whisper, crawling up to her face.

“Every single inch of me.”

“Good.” She cups my face and kisses me, then gasps and whimpers as I thrust my aching cock into her tight, wet heat.

Her pussy grips me like she never wants me to leave.

She wraps her legs around my waist, winds her arms around my shoulders, and grips on as I fuck her with all the power I have in my thighs.

“Fuck!” Anastasia cries out.

“Fuck, fuck!”

I fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her as if I can imprint myself inside her where I belong.

Her slick pussy is a dream, wet and comfortable, yet she flexes around me and tightens rhythmically, pulling pleasure right to my core.

Peppering kisses over her throat and shoulders, I close my eyes and focus completely on her breathy moans, her body against mine, and the sweet way in which her moan lilts every time my thrusts reach exactly where she wants me to go.

This is my heaven.

My thrusts increase in pace until my lower back aches, then I wrap my arms around her and lift her from the lounger.

Keeping my cock inside her, I place her back down in a seated position where I can get better leverage against the ground.

With her ass hanging off the lounger, Anastasia releases me so she can brace her arms on the lounger to support herself.

I resume fucking her with my knees planted in the sand and my hands tightly gripping her thighs, keeping her body exactly where I want it.

Her head falls back and I admire the slope of her kiss-bitten throat, the arch of her lips, and the glazed, dark lust in her eyes.

I can’t think.

I can barely breathe.

I want to stay here forever, inside her, watching pleasure contort her face and feeling this constant peace in my soul.

She reaches for me with one hand, and I clasp it, lacing our fingers together.

The moment she tightens her grip, her pussy clenches around me and she loudly cries out as she comes for a second time.

I find my end inside her at the same time, slamming my cock as deep inside her as I can reach as pleasure courses through my body.

“Fuck!” I gasp, grinding against her with a deep moan.

“Fuck…”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Anastasia gasps, panting heavily.

I lean down and kiss her, then ease her fully back onto the lounger.

As my cock slips from her, I stand up and take a step to lie down next to her.

Only, it never comes.

Suddenly, darkness sweeps in from all angles and my gut pulls south as if I’m rapidly falling down into the depths of nothing.

I blink, and Anastasia vanishes.

I blink again.

This time, I don’t wake up.