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My mattress dips as the big monster joins me on my bed. Still increasingly gentle, he lays his palms on my thighs, easing my legs open so that he can wedge his massive shoulders just beneath my spread thighs.
I shudder when his warm breath hits my exposed pussy. “OhGod,” I moan.
He picks his head up. “I am Sammael.”
He can be whoever he wants to be in my dream so long as he uses that amazingly warm tongue on me.
I don’t think my fever is quite gone. Then again, maybe it is. His touch earlier definitely did something to stop the strange cramping I was suffering from all day, but compared to his heat, I’m so cold. I need his heat.
Shit, I needhim.
And when he drops his head again,
“Oh. Your mouth was delicious,” he says in a low tone, “but your cunt… it isdelectable.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Like it? Iloveit.”
To prove he means it, Sammael lowers his head, nuzzling his entire face against my curls, my clit, my pussy lips before burrowing past them, sucking my labia into his mouth.
A keening sound escapes me as pleasure rushes through me. Sammael pins my hip with one of his huge hands, trying to keep me in place as he dips the point of his tongue just past my entrance.
Freaking hell, that feels evenbetter.
I start squirming. I can’t help it. Not even his one hand can keep me still, though that’s probably more because my dream monster doesn’t want to use his impressive strength against me.
Instead, Sammael follows my wiggling hips, almost desperate to keep his mouth on me. Since that’s what I want, too, I try my best to get control but, yeah… that’s a lost cause. All I want in that moment is to come. Between his enthusiasm and the oversensitivity from my earlier sickness, I’m getting close already.
I’m panting. At some point, I start saying, “I need… Ineed…” without actually verbalizing what I want from him.
I don’t have to. As though he knows exactly how to work my body despite my fantasy conjuring a monster who didn’t even know what a kiss was—I guess that’s what happens when I hyperfixate on two different versions of Peter Pan for weeks—Sammael knows instinctively what to do. Using the side of his thumb, he puts a little pressure on my clit.
I arch my back at the sensations rushing through me. That last touch pushes me over the edge. My legs start to twitch, my climax starting at the juncture between my legs before traveling all the way down to my toes.
My whole body clenches, then relaxes as I ride out my orgasm—and the monster’s face.
* * *
This is my dream.As soon as I got off like that, I figured that it would be over. That the strangely familiar monster would disappear because he played his part. After he did, I could either knock out again or have that same recurring dream I get all the time about it being closing time at the library but there’s always one more patron coming in, shouting, “I know exactly what book I need.”
Spoiler alert: they never do.
That’s not what happens, though. Once I finally have to use the heel of my bare foot to nudge Sammael in the shoulder so that he would stop lapping at my pussy, I burrow cozily against my mattress as he gets up, running his hand over his mouth as he paces at the end of my bed.
His eyes don’t leave me. Feeling more than a little flattered by that, I don’t bother covering up with the blankets.
What a guy. He’s innocent enough to think an acorn is a kiss, while bold enough to just come out and offer to go down on me once he gets the gist that, when it comes to kissing, tongues are involved. He calls me his mate, inferring that I’m his wife, and acts like that’s some great gift to him if I really am.
Too bad he’s only available in my dreams…
I sigh, watching him stalk from one side of my room to the other. “God, I wish you were real.”
He pauses. “But I am real.”
“In my dreams, maybe.”
Shaking his head, his long, thick black hair whispering over his bare shoulder, he says, “It’s true, my mate. I exist.”
