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I’m dreaming. I know I’m dreaming, but it’s a good one so I go with it.
I’m in his shower. Water is running down my body and I can see myself, as if I’m watching a movie of me. Dream Carly looks good. I look sexy washing my hair. The door opens, and I see him from behind. He’s moving into the shower and his naked body is absolute perfection.
Powerful muscular neck. Sexy broad back. Big strong shoulders and thick biceps. Two perfect dimples at the base of his spine above that beautiful bubble butt. My dream camera pans around to the front of him in slow-mo.
Corded forearms and strong powerful fingers on big hands. From his chest down to his waist is rippled. Muscles. Smooth hairless skin. Flat brown nipples. A small navel framed by that eight pack.
In real life he has a six pack, but dream Aiden has an eight pack. Because I’m a greedy bitch in my dreams. I’m Carly 2.0 in my dreams. And because of that, I’m not going to be shy or meek. I’m going to take what I want.
I reach for his arms and run my hands down them. My eyes follow the ridges of muscle down to the V of his hips, the sexy treasure trail, and down to a beautiful and hard cock that’s jutting out proudly. Hard. Veined. Thick. The mushroom tip ginormous. Dream Aiden is well groomed and has perfectly proportioned balls as well as sexy thighs and muscled calves. I reach out. “I’m going to touch it.”
“Good, peaches. I want you to.”
“I’m going to lick and suck it.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I’m going to climb on and ride it, Hot Sauce.”
“You wanna climb on now or you want me to suck your cunt first?”
Decisions, decisions.
“I want you to suck me first.”
Dream Carly doesn’t say the c-word, either. Because in real life it’s yucky. Why would men give such a harsh sounding word to something they love so much? Only, it doesn’t sound harsh when Aiden uses that word, for some reason.
When he uses that word it somehow serves as instant lube to me.
He gets to his knees. I back up against the wall. His hands slide from my calves up to my hips.
“Open up wide, baby.”
I step to open my legs and his thumbs part my pussy lips and then he puts his mouth right there. Right on my clit and sucks hard, eyes aimed up at my face. I grab a bar that has magically appeared in my dream above my head and hold on with both hands.
He lifts me up by my ass cheeks and I wrap both legs over his shoulders. He holds my ass in both hands and then sucks hard again, making me cry out. His tongue slides into my pussy and then he’s fucking me with his tongue.
“Aiden,” I moan.
“I don’t just wanna fuck you, Carly. I wanna love you.”
“Oh Aiden…”
My iPhone Marimba alarm starts trilling up and down, waking me up.
I sit up, gasping. “Oh fuck. Holy crow. Fucking fuck me,” I groan.
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. On that note, like that song says: Back to life. Back to reality.
***
I’d set my alarm extra-early, so I can have a bath. Right about now, though, I’m wishing I’d set it for ten minutes later, because what else would’ve happened in that dream if I hadn’t been woken up right then?
Alas, I’m up and I shouldn’t even be dreaming about him. No matter his dirty talk or his beautiful body, or the way he looks at me.
I washed my hair last night in his shower, so I pin it up to keep it dry. I’ve made a coffee and set it on the edge of the tub. I’ve also put my phone in a plastic sleeve that I use for my e-reader for when I read in the tub.
I lounge in the scented bubbly tub and scroll my social media accounts. I decide this isn’t a bad way to wake up if I get up early enough to do it.
