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Tracing the same path as when she had sucked me, she threw in little rotations of her ass, working her pussy in tight circles around the base and head. She pressed down, a straight, slow stroke for my erect cock.
Her eyes glued to mine, she begged me to see her pleasure. She meant business, but in the most tender of ways.
Gripping her hips tight, she went faster, and I held her close to assure she kept her balance. Her breasts, each topped by a hard, pink nipple, were in my hands, my fingers pinching each in turn, eliciting small shocked moans of intense pleasure.
I squeezed both of them, pinching her nipples tight, and she screamed my name as she fucked me even harder, her passion rising in her fervor, pounding herself on my cock like a jackhammer. Her swollen clit rubbed against me, as she howled out her joy.
I could feel myself getting ready. It was coming. More to the point, so was she.
Her pussy gripped me even tighter, pulsing as she prepared to release. Slowing to a near stop, she went down as far as she could.
Her pussy lightly pressed around me as pleasure rippled through her. With a final, tiny squeak of exhaustion and surrender, she peaked, laying against me again.
I could hear us, our breath deep and our heartbeats pounding in synchronous rhythm.
Rallying quickly, she got off me, her gentle hand stroking me as she squatted on all fours.
Carefully, she stroked the head of my cock against her pussy before sliding it in once more. Taking my hands one by one, she placed them on her hips and got comfortable. Not needing to be told twice, I pushed in a little more, to get better leverage, and moved in her.
I kept things gentle, at least at first, but the further we got into it, the more frantic she became.
She moved her hips in time with my thrusts, like a master percussionist as I penetrated her to her core.
Our tempo increased, reaching a crescendo, our bed on fire with passion and love.
I stroked her as she lays in a messy pile, panting, much of my cock still inside her.
“No,” she moaned, grabbing my shaft as I moved to pull out.
I halted my retreat and pushed in even deeper. She moaned her thanks and then extricated me from her soaked pussy. My cum drifted slowly from her as she kissed me, then bent down to nibble tenderly on my balls.
A boom echoed in my ears as the alarm sounded.
I reached over and flicked on the lamp. Light flooded my bedroom, reminding me of reality. I was sorry my dream had to end.
I glanced at the clock.
Shit.
Time to rise again.
I’d never had a dream that was so damned clear. Particularly about someone I didn’t even know.
But it felt right and as things should be. It was the same as when I saw her.
I was more certain than ever that larger forces were at play here.
Then a buzz came on little kitten feet, sounding like an angry wasp in my pocket.
I was careful. Once I found a snake coiled inside my guitar case. Things like that make you cautious of your fellow merry pranksters.
But when I reached into my pocket, all I found was my phone.
“Hello?” I answered it groggily.
“Varg, its Stephanie.”
“Business or personal matter?”
“What’s that now?”
“Are you calling as a friend, or about business? I just want to make sure I have the right lay of things.”
“That could have come out better.”
“Agreed.”
“I hope you see me as a friend.”
“Sure, unless we’re talking about business.”
“Fair enough. It’s a bit of both, but more in the friend zone— wait, I know that sounded funny. Don’t say it.”
“Didn’t say a word.”
It was tempting, certainly, but I wasn’t that mean. No matter what my reputation might suggest.
It was true, at least most of it. As with most things, though, there were nuances to consider.
“I got a very interesting email. Holly did, anyway. It went to the label’s main address for vetting. She showed it to me and I gotta tell you, it’s for real.”
“What is?”
“I don’t know where she came from, but it seems you caught the eye of a young lady.”
“What?” I asked, confused as fuck.
“From the looks of it, she bought an album at a show, with the label’s email address on it, and got in touch. She’s not a usual para-social, my friend. She digs you, in a way I recognize from when I first met Ragnar. It is hard to explain, but she left her phone number and I strongly suggest you at least call her. You know me, Varg. I’m never wrong about these things,” she concluded.
I smirked. I couldn’t argue with her there.
I hadn’t known Stephanie long, but in matters of family and love, it was like she was on a different wavelength, aware of things that were usually lost on the rest of us mere mortals, her name almost synonymous with prophesy.
