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“Have you missed my cock, Abby?” He whispers the same thing he always whispers in my dreams every night.
“Yes,” I moan, lifting my hips and rubbing my wet mound against the muscles in his stomach. “So much.”
“How much have you missed it, baby?”
He crawls up my body, until he’s hovering right above me. Using one hand, he lifts my hips more and rubs the length of his cock and balls over my dripping pussy, making sure to hit my sensitive clit along the way, but not sliding inside like I want him to.
“I feel like I’m dying without you, Colt.” I always tell him the truth in my dreams. I don’t have to worry about revealing too much. I still want him just as much, but I’m safe in this world. My pain doesn’t exist.
“What about me? Do you miss me too? Or do you only want my cock?”
My brows pucker with confusion. This is new. He’s never asked me this before. It’s usually always about sex. But as confusing as this different dream is, I only have one answer for him. And again, I give him the truth.
“I miss you. I miss everything about you.”
He lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist. Dipping down, he kisses me softly on the lips, then murmurs, “I miss you too, Abby. Come back to me.”
I pull my head back and look up at him, my confusion mounting. “I’m right here,” I tell him.
He slides just an inch inside, stretching my body deliciously around his. “No. You left me. You pushed me away.”
He goes in another inch, bringing a moan from my
lips. What he’s saying isn’t making sense, but it’s hard to think when he’s slowly sliding in deeper. Why is my dream changing all of a sudden?
“I don’t understand,” I murmur, trying to hold onto what he’s saying, but also chasing the pleasure. “You’re here with me. We’re together.”
He smiles down at me, sadness marring his face. “No.” He touches my chest, right above my heart, at the same time he pushes his hips forward until he’s seated fully inside me. “Right here, Abby. I need to be right here. Let me back in.”
Tears prick my eyes, but I still moan when he hits something deep inside. He pulls back and shoves his way back in. He grinds his hips against mine, putting pressure against my little bundle of nerves. I cry out, but I don’t know if it’s because of what he said, or if it’s the immense pleasure I’m feeling from the stimulation.
He doesn’t say anything else, but keeps his eyes on mine as his movements become more frantic. His arms are by my head, caging us in, putting his face only inches from mine. His breathing becomes deep, just as deep as the emotions I can see in the depths of his eyes. He’s looking at me like he can see all the way to my soul. I look back at him, and I know he’s seeing the same thing I am. I can’t hold my emotions back from him, just as he can’t hide his. Not in this dream anyway. His eyes are filled with so much love that it’s nearly blinding me.
My walls clamp down on him as he continues his relentless pounding. He’s fucking me now, but it’s also a tortured kind of love making. I want to look away, but I can’t. My body tingles with awareness, and my heart slams against my chest. Blinding light flashes above us and explodes into a million tiny sparks. Pinpricks start in my fingertips and travel down my arms, my chest, my stomach, and settles between my legs. Colt’s jaw clenches and his eyes flare with desire as my pussy starts convulsing with the beginning of my orgasm. Still, we keep our eyes locked on the other. I moan and pant as the sharp sensation takes over my body.
Colt keeps up the rhythm of his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, and thundering back inside. He grunts and groans, the sound coming from deep within his chest. My nails dig into his biceps and I moan long and deep when I feel the warmth of his release. I’ve always loved feeling him come inside me. It always seems so much hotter than what it’s supposed to. Is it normal for a girl to feel a man come in her? I’ve always used a condom, except with Colt, so I have nothing to compare it to. But each time Colt comes inside me, I feel it, and it’s one of the best feelings in the world.
I slip my fingers in his hair and drag his head down to me for a kiss. We devour each other’s mouths, but this time, it seems more desperate, like it’ll be our last one. I don’t want to think of it being our last one. It makes me so unbearably sad.
When Colt pulls back, I try to bring him forward again. I don’t want the kiss to end yet. He lays his forehead against mine and uses his thumbs to wipe away the silent tears I didn’t realize were leaking from my eyes.
“Let me back in, Abby…”
I groggily blink open my eyes, not ready for the day to start yet. My alarm hasn’t gone off, but by the amount of light shining in the room, I know it will soon. I want nothing more than to stay in bed and sleep all day to avoid what I know is coming later. I barely stop the panic that’s at the surface, ready to break free. I need to get through the work day first, before I let it grip me. How in the hell am I going to function now that I won’t have the drugs to depend on? I’m no closer to finding the answers than I was last night.
Images of my dream from last night seep in, both igniting my blood and sending a sharp pain in my chest. I’ve dreamed of him every night, and until last night, they’ve always been the same; with him making passionate love to me. Last night’s dream has me a bit freaked out.
I reach out to grab my phone to turn off the alarm before it can blare loudly, when I feel a heavy weight on my waist.
What the fuck?
Hot breath tickles the back of my neck, and I look down and see black ink in the form of an unraveling rope. My body gives an almighty shiver at knowing the only man it wants is snuggled up to my back. My fucking pussy actually spasms at the thought.
What in the hell is Colt doing in my bed? Moving faster than I normally do this early in the morning, I flip around and face him. He has his eyes open, watching me warily.
He damn well better be wary. He’s not supposed to be here. He’s done enough damage as it is. How in the hell am I supposed to get past this thing between us if he makes it impossible by being here? No, I am nowhere near getting over him, but him being here will set back any and all progress I’ve made.
Fucking hell! I want to scream, but at the same time, I want to crawl over his body, devour him whole, until my body is completely and utterly sated, which will probably be never. I want to snuggle back up to him and have him warm the sudden chill in the air. I especially want to reach over and kiss the living daylights out of him and beg him to never ever leave me. He looks so fucking good, and I try my hardest to not let my eyes eat up the sight of him.
