“Come for me, baby,” I growled into her ear, following it up with a quick nibble of her ear lobe. “I want you to show me how good my cock feels inside of you.”
That was all it took. Her pussy clenched around me, and she threw her head back.
“Oh myGod!” her scream blasted through the house, and I held on tight, making sure she felt all of me inside of her as the orgasm took hold.
She brought her head back down, looking into my eyes with those gorgeous blues of hers.
“I want to feel it, Noah. Please, come inside of me.”
I grabbed her ass hard one more time.
“You’ve got it.”
Beep, beep, beep.
The horrible sound of my alarm clock brought me back into the world of the living. I sat up sharply, looking around and taking in the sight of my bedroom.
I sighed in frustration.
Just a dream. And the same damn dream I’d been having once a week since that night.
A quick check of the time on my phone revealed that it was seven AM – the latest that I liked to sleep.
I threw the sheets off me, seeing that my cock was hard as diamonds and pointing right at the ceiling. Part of me wanted to finish the job, to lie back, close my eyes, and come hard while thinking about her.
But I’d done that one too many times over the last month and a half. Something told me the more I pleasured myself thinking about her, the longer she’d stay in my mind.
I had business to attend to that day. I was scheduled to spend some time with my daughter. I kept busy all through the week, but Sunday was the one day I took for myself to work out or read or go hiking.
That day, however, I had a morning of fun planned with Camilla. We were going to do brunch, then hit up the South Platte River to do a little urban kayaking. Camilla had been mad busy with work these last few weeks, so I was all kinds of eager to catch up with her.
I hurried up to get ready, jumping in the shower and blasting cold water to cool me down in more ways than one.
The woman was still on my mind as I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me, but the urgency of finishing what we’d started in the dream had passed enough for me to get on with my day.
Spring was well underway, so I threw on a dark blue polo with some gray jeans, stepping into a pair of black leather sneakers as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
As I walked out of my townhome, I took a moment to appreciate the gorgeous day outside. The sky was blue, the air was still and warm, and everything was set up for a wonderful day with my daughter.
She texted me as I climbed into my truck, letting me know that she was on her way. I couldn’t help but smile at the idea that before too long, I’d be sitting across from my baby girl.
I put on some tunes and drove through town, heading east from my house in Cherry Hills, making my way to our usual spot for brunch.
As I drove, I found myself becoming distracted by the same subject that seemed to crawl into my mind whenever my thoughts were idle – the woman from the masquerade ball.
It was beginning to become worrisome. Sure, the evening had been incredible. I’d had a connection with someone that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. All the same, it’d beenonenight.
Back when I was doing my premed, before I’d met Saoirse, I’d had my fair share of one-off evenings with women who’d caught my eye. Looking back all these years later, it was hard to tell them apart.
Not withher. Despite the bit of whiskey that’d been running through my veins, I could remember just about every damn minute of the evening, from first spotting her across the ballroom, to the sexy elevator ride up, to the fun in the hotel room.
Hell, I could even remember the feeling of putting my arm on her side of the bed, the cool of the sheets greeting my skin, rather than the warmth of her body.
I looked up, the blare of a car horn yanking me out of my head. I glanced around to see that I was stopped at a green light, the minivan behind me not showing any doubt as to how they felt about me holding up traffic.
I raised my hand, giving the universal “so sorry” gesture. Instead of waiting, the car pulled around, the driver giving me a different universal gesture as she passed.
I felt like a right arse. And the worst part was that it hadn’t been the first time something like that had happened.She, whoever she might’ve been, had taken up permanent residence in my mind, and it didn’t look like she was leaving anytime soon.