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I rarely dream, but when I do, it's a beautiful dream. Tonight is no exception.
I can feel strong hands slide underneath my backside and grip at my panties. Eager to indulge my fantasy, I lift my hips to assist in removing the barrier between my dream lover and me.
Once my most intimate parts are made bare, everything stops. I don't want to wake up. I don't want it to stop, but the pleasure fades away. And I'm alone again.
I attempt to roll over to sleep on my side but can't move. Something or someone is holding me firmly in place. Before I can determine what's happening, I'm filled with the familiar sensation of a long tongue teasing my bud, forcing moans of pleasure to release from my throat.
This. Mm.This isn't a dream.
My eyes open slowly, plunging my mind from fantasy into the realm of awareness. The floor lamp is on, allowing ambient gold lighting to set the room aglow. The pink lace panties I'd worn to bed lay on the bed beside me, and there is no mistaking Wayne's curly honey-brown tendrils moving in a rhythmic pace as he buries his face in my center.
I want to bound from the bed, scream, hug, kiss, and congratulate him at once, but he has me pinned to the mattress under his control. All I can do is moan, "You're here."
He answers by inhaling my clit into his mouth.
That move removes all thoughts from my mind. I can't think of reasons Wayne is home and not at camp. I can't think of anything from the past that has caused us pain. These moments weren’t made for thinking. They were made for feeling. There is only Wayne taking me on an adventure from the subconscious to the conscious realms. I move to his rhythm, giving in completely to the moment.
Our eyes meet, and I see the apology in his. He's expressing regret with his tongue, and there is so much power in his tongue. Wayne wants to make things better, and he's doing that with the powerful way he holds me in place and looks up into my eyes. I arch my back, allowing him full access to do what he will with me.
His mouth releases my clit and drops feather-light kisses on my netherlips. I'm holding on by a thread when he inserts a finger in my core and sucks my bud into his warm mouth again. Trembles start in my legs and work their way up to my hips. His hands hold me in place as an explosive orgasm turns me into a heap of quivering flesh.
He lets out a satisfied groan and eases up my body until his heated skin blankets mine. The burning intensity of ourconnection causes tears to slide from the corners of my eyes. Wayne is home, making love to me.
He drops chaste kisses on my lips and cheeks and rubs his face against mine, wiping my tears away. "Don’t cry, baby. I’m here. I’ll always be here,” he says as he maneuvers his muscular arms underneath my legs, spreading them apart, and enters me. “I love it here,” he grunts before capturing my lips again.
Every time with Wayne is passionate, but this feels sweet, meaningful, and so damn good. I angle my hips to allow him deeper access, and he groans in appreciation.
Wayne leans forward until his forehead touches mine. We’re so close, staring eye to eye. “I missed you so much, Les,” he murmurs as he moves in and out of me at a maddeningly slow pace.
“I missed you too. So glad you came home,” I manage to get out before gasping for air as his strokes overwhelm me to the point where I can say no more.
He absorbs my gasp as his lips cover mine, devouring my mouth. Likewise, his very capable dick ravishes my core. I love the way my body adjusts to his size. I love the way he strokes me slowly. I love everything about our lovemaking.
“I had to get back to you. To us, like this,” he says.
The tears flow again. Happy tears. I meet his thrusts in kind. Another orgasm brews inside of me. A light tremble surges through me as the bundle of nerves in my vagina throb with pleasure. Wayne releases with me, and our moans become a beautiful symphony.
Breathing heavily and spent, he rolls over onto the bed and pulls me close. A sheen of sweat makes his skin glisten, and he looks good enough to eat.
I stroke his beard and ask, “How did you get away? I thought you would be gone until next week.”
“Coach took mercy on us and let us have a few days off.”
“So, I have you to myself for two days?”
“I’m all yours.”
I sit up and smile. “Wayne, I heard what you said in your interview with Mallory.”
“You did? I had to let everyone know my head would be in the game next week. I’m not going to let the score get so close this time,” he professes.
“No, not about the game. About me.”
Wayne scoots up until his back is against the headboard. Intense brown eyes stare back at me. “I can’t lose you, Les. That’s what I learned this week. It bothers me when you’re upset. Even though I disagree with what you’re asking of me, I will give it to you if it will make you happy.”
“It will make me happy. Trust me, Wayne. I can handle the heat.”
He looks concerned. “Babe, I’m not ready to share you with a bunch of nosey-ass people. I will kill someone about you. That’s what I’ve been trying to avoid.”
