Claire Ellis begins to experience strange wet dreams, with an unknown man who will show her that life is wider than what she knew.
Being an editorial assistant has never been so incredible.
The book fair is approaching, and her best and only option...
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His kisses went down her spine, sending her pleasant short circuits that ran through her entire body.
The soft mattress was perfect for the act that she was doing with that man. Wide, soft. Giving off the masculine smell of his perfume, she had never smelled it before, but the scent emitted by his body and the room warmed her even more. It was masculine, addictive; it was engraved in her olfactory memory.
The gloom of the room gave the perfect eroticism to the situation, illuminated only by the rebellious rays of the moon that sneaked in without permission.
"I want you..." His voice was hoarse. Gross. As a sexy man's voice should be. He sighed at her downward kisses, wrapping around her back to reach her waist, her navel, the mount of Venus that stood before him like a hill hiding the treasure of the goblins.
"Yes!" She panted. Pressing his head against her intimacy. He knew how to make her brush the clouds, the sky itself. My god! Her mind was clouded as she felt the fire crowding into her lower belly, it seemed that at any moment something inside her was going to explode, and she didn't care who died in the process.
She was soaked. Eager to feel it inside.
"Do it..." he demanded. The explosion was brewing. His blue eyes focused on her dark gaze clouded by desire. He stood between her legs, looking down at her from above, interlacing his fingers over her head.
Kissing her lips deeply, stealing a few sighs. The intrusion was slow, deep, confusing.
She scratched his back without hesitation, clinging to him, she needed to.
The thrusts became erratic each time, increasing a wild swaying that was stealing her breath. She opened her lips, craving the oxygen that refused to receive her body as she was penetrated once, twice, three, countless times before she felt the explosion occur.
A gasp.
A growl.
Both sweaty. Mixing kisses between thrusts. Merging bodies while babbling incoherently.
And the explosion happened.
"Shit." My voice sounded too hoarse. My mouth was dry. I turned to the side of my bed, there he was. Sleeping peacefully. I woke up uncomfortably, my genitals was damp, full of fluids. I put on my slippers and went to the bathroom. I had to use the bidet, it was too soaked to just dry with paper. I complaint. It was the third dream this week that felt so vivid.
Who was that man? I didn't remember seeing any man like that in my life. I knew that people cannot dream of unknown people, however, I was almost sure that I had never really seen him.
I refreshed my face after seeing my reflection in the mirror. I was sweaty, tired from a dream that felt real. Too real.
I had dark circles under my eyes, like I had never had before. This new series of dreams made it impossible for me to sleep peacefully, I woke up wet, tired, sweaty.
