I sighed contently and leaned into the touch.
“You must be exhausted,” her soft voice murmured at my ear, making goose bumps pop up along my entire body. My cock stood up, tenting the sheets and reminding me I’d fallen asleep naked. “You’ve slept the whole day away.”
I didn’t respond, just kept my eyes shut and enjoyed her caressing touch. This dream felt more real than any of the others I’d had of Nova. It was drawing out all of my senses. The feel of her pressed into my back. The smell of her hair as it tickled against my neck when she leaned forward to press her lips to my cheek. The sound of her sweet yet emotionally thick voice. The taste of something salty on my lips that I imagined were her tears…
Not even in my dreams could I handle the idea of my Nova crying. Turning onto my back, I forced my eyes open. It was dark outside the window, but a lamp had been turned on across the room on the small desk. It was weird that I was dreaming of her anywhere but my actual bedroom back in New York, but I was too caught up in her tears silently leaking down her beautiful face to consider the location my subconscious had given our latest reunion.
Cupping the side of her face, I wiped away her tears with my thumb. “Don’t cry, baby. Please. I can’t handle it when tears spill from those pretty eyes.”
She pressed closer into my palm. “S-sorry. I’m just so happy to see you.”
“Me too, my heart.” I drank in the sight of her. Her long blond hair falling over one shoulder, the ends brushing over my bare chest and making my entire body react as it grazed enticingly over my skin. Her face was bare of makeup, but her bottom lip was swollen, as if she’d been gnawing on it incessantly. I brushed my thumb over the fullness, amazed at how soft it was. “How do you get more and more beautiful every time I see you?” I mused aloud.
She gave a soft laugh. “Guzman said you were drunk, but I didn’t believe him.”
I grunted unhappily. “I don’t want to talk about him. We have so little time together, and I don’t want to waste it. It will be morning soon, and my alarm will go off. Kiss me, instead. Let me taste you until I have to wake up and leave you behind once again.”
Her chin trembled. “Ryan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how hard this was for you. Please forgive me for being so immature. I was angry with you—with everyone—for leaving me here. When all along, I was the one who left you.”
I thrust my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back just hard enough to stop her flow of words. “Hush, baby. You have nothing to be sorry for. Now, kiss me. Let me taste you for just a little while.”
Her breath hitched, and I rolled us. The covers fell away as I spread her legs and slid between them. The way she cried out when her sex cradled my aching cock made me shudder with pleasure. Her running shorts didn’t hide how turned on she already was. I could feel the heat of her core along my shaft as it nestled between her folds through the thin layers of clothing that separated us.
Nova’s green eyes were glazed with need as I lowered my head and lightly brushed my lips over hers. She tasted like mint, as if she’d just brushed her teeth, but it couldn’t mask the sweetness of her mouth I craved. My tongue swept inside, conquering, branding, reminding us both who she belonged to.
Her nails scraped down my back, making me groan in pleasure as her lower body arched against me, seeking friction. Breathing hard, I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers. “I’m going to wake up fucking my fist in about two minutes. Let me feel you come for me before the alarm pulls us apart.”
“Ryan,” she panted. Fuck, the way she said my name made the base of my spine tingle. I was going to come all over myself, remembering how her voice had been so full of hunger and the plea for fulfillment. But first, I needed to get my dream Nova off.
“You feel so good, baby. Let me touch your pussy, let me feel it clench around my finger so I can use the memory to get off over and over again.” I sucked on her neck, loving the way she whined her agreement, her nails like claws scratching down my back, over my shoulder blades, up my neck.
I sat up on my knees and tugged her shorts and white cotton bikini briefs down her legs. The sight of my name on her wrist only made my cock harder. When I discovered how wet she was, I licked my lips. How many times had I imagined tasting her there? How often had I dreamed of this moment?
“Ryan, you’re not dreaming,” she whispered, as if she could read my mind, or perhaps, I’d spoken aloud.
It didn’t matter because I was distracted by her tits rising and falling rapidly as I fell between her legs. The moment my mouth latched on to her clit, she screamed, her fingers thrusting into my hair, holding me to her as she rode my tongue. “Ah, fuck. Maybe I’m the one dreaming. Yes, please, Ryan. Please!”
The taste of her was like nothing I’d ever experienced before—a million times better than anything I’d ever imagined. Sweet and tangy nectar that made my cock leak onto the sheets as I thrust a single finger into her tight pussy.
Her shocked gasp at my invasion made my balls tighten, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before that damn alarm went off and reality would pull me from this secret paradise where I could be happy for as long as my eyes were closed. But the moment my lashes lifted, the darkness would consume me again.
Taking Nova away.
Leaving me with that gaping void deep in my soul.
Tears burned my eyes, but I held them at bay, refusing to let them fall. What was the point in crying? I still had my dreams with her. At least here, I could enjoy a few moments of peace.
I felt her clench around my finger just as her thighs began to shake and her fingers tugged harder at my hair. “That’s it, baby,” I encouraged. “Come for me. Let me taste it.”
Her scream filled the room, and my cock began to jerk against the sheets beneath me. But my own release was short and unfulfilling, leaving my cock still rock hard and throbbing in time with my pounding heartbeat. Not that I cared. I was too busy savoring her flood of release, licking up every drop.
When her body stopped trembling, she went limp beneath me, and I kissed my way up to her mouth, sharing her flavor as I thrust my tongue against hers. She moaned at the erotic taste of herself and twisted beneath me until she was on top. Breathing hard, she slid down my body, but instead of pausing at my cock, she backed off the bed and started pulling on her panties and shorts.
Confused, I sat up. “Come back. I have a little more time before the alarm goes off.”
Her hands shook as she lifted them to comb her fingers through her hair. My cock began to drip at the sight of her standing there with her disheveled hair, kiss-swollen lips, and her skin flushed from her release. “Ryan, listen to me. You’re not dreaming.”
My lips lifted in a sad smile. “I wish, my heart. I would give up my next breath if this were real.” I held out my hand to her. “Come back to bed so I can hold you. Just a little longer. Hurry before the alarm goes off.”
She pulled up one side of her running shorts and lifted her foot onto the bed, revealing a scar on her inner thigh that I’d missed while I’d been eating her sweet pussy. I frowned at the sight. Dream Nova had never had that mark before. It looked deep and painful, and as I moved closer to the edge of the bed, I caught the outline of…