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I had Lucy pinned up against the wall in the library again. My leg between her thighs as she ground against me. My mouth on her neck as I finally, finally got the chance to taste her skin.
Wait. No this isn't right. We were home. We left the library.
I pulled back slightly, panting.
"You're thinking too loudly, Anthony. This is my dream and you're not allowed to overthink here."
Dream? Yes, that made sense. Of course it was a dream.
Wait. " Your dream? This is my dream."
She rolled her eyes. "Of course even my dream version of you would argue with me. Just shut up and get back to…you know."
I really didn't know what I was doing - but safe in the confines of whatever dreamscape this was, I was going to let myself enjoy it. Enjoy her in the way I hadn't really been able to earlier.
I pulled back further and let my hand fall slowly from the back of her neck to her collarbone. When I ghosted over her breast, she tried to arch into my touch.
When I spoke, my voice was deeper than usual. "Not yet, love. This fucking dress has been taunting me all night. The bow on your neck has been begging me for release."
Lucy let out a small whimper and I dropped my hand to the lacing on the front of her dress.
Her impatience seemed to get the best of her as she grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me up until our mouths aligned.
"Too slow," she whispered before she connected us once again. I opened my mouth at her tongue's request and we battled for dominance. Both of us were clearly new to this, not surprising since my brain couldn't easily conjure up what it hadn't experienced, but what we lacked in practice and technique we more than made up for in enthusiasm.
I pressed her body more firmly against the wall and she ground her core against my leg, letting out a moan that I couldn't believe my mind created.
My hand slowly pulled the bow apart on the front of her corset, loosening the ribbon and slowly pulling it through each eyelet until it hung open. Her front was still covered by the dress underneath, but at least now I could feel the natural shape of her torso and better feel the heat of her skin as I gripped her waist.
I moved my mouth away from hers and kissed slowly down her jaw and found a sensitive spot just underneath her ear to bite softly. Eliciting a moan, I spent my time there, biting and sucking until I would've seen the mark tomorrow, if this wasn’t a dream.
“I’m going to take your dress off now, love.” Even in the dream, I couldn’t bring myself to undress her without at least a warning - an opportunity for her to stop me. But, my fears were unwarranted. She nodded eagerly and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.
I kissed my way across her neck and down to the bow holding her dress up around neck. Carefully, I took one of the ribbons in my teeth and pulled, letting the bow come undone and the top began to fall away.
My mouth followed the dropping dress, kissing down her chest and to her breasts. I took the right nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly while my left hand played with the neglected breast. I drew a moan from Lucy and dared to suck even harder. Her hands flew to the back of my head and gripped my hair tightly - almost painfully.
It felt amazing and I found a moan escaping my own mouth.
When I was satisfied, my mouth continued its downward journey, pulling the dress further down. As I reached her hip, I dropped to my knees and slipped her dress the rest of the way off. She wore no under clothes - undoubtedly a product of the dream.
She stood bare before me except for her knee-high, laced up boots, and she looked utterly wrecked already. It was a look I wanted to draw from her outside of my brain. Maybe, one day, I’d be fortunate enough to make it a reality.
I considered what to do next. My knowledge of this was limited, but maybe my subconscious knew more than it thought it did. It seemed to be serving me well so far. I contemplated slipping off her boots, but there was something about her bare except the boots that was making her even more unfairly attractive.
Starting just above the line of her boots, I slowly kissed up the inside of her thigh, stopping near the top to suck a bruise into her creamy skin. Her hands had found their way into my hair again, pulling tightly when she was lost to her own pleasure. By now, the pressure had begun to give me a headache but I wore the pain as a source of pride.
Afterall, I was making her lose control. It was heady.
She gripped my hair and directed me to her core. I wondered if the real Lucy would be this demanding, and I realised that I’d hoped she would be.
“Right here.” Her voice momentarily startled me, but she pointed to a spot where her thighs met and I took the hint that she wanted - needed me there. Hitching a leg over my shoulder, I opened up her centre, found a nub where she had directed me, and began to lick. It seemed to be the right choice as I heard her head hit the wall and her voice cry out, asking - begging - for more.
I chuckled against her but acquiesced, slipping one, then two fingers inside of her while I redoubled my efforts on the nub - changing patterns and pressure with my tongue.
“More, Anthony!” I hooked my fingers and gave a hard suck on the nub, and she shattered . Her thigh locked me in place while she let out a scream above me. When she finally released her grip on my head, I fell back on my haunches and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at her.
“How was that?” I knew it was in my head, but I still craved the praise.
She laughed and grabbed my tie. “Come here.” She pulled me up into a filthy kiss and I groaned.
Suddenly, the dream shifted and we were no longer in the library, but rather tangled up in my bed, still kissing.
“That’s better,” she breathed against my lips.
I chuckled. “Guess I was impatient. I have wanted you in my bed for… quite a while.”
“Well now you have me.” If only in my dreams . “Now please, take me .”
“Yes ma’am.”
I wrapped Lucy’s legs around my waist and lined myself up, pushing in slowly. Lucy was impatient and locked her legs around my back, pulling me in completely. Even if this was a dream, it certainly felt real. I could feel the heat of her surrounding me and the smooth expanse of her skin under mine. Her hands scrambled to grasp the sheets, but I caught them and placed them above her head, pinning her wrists in place with one hand.
I thrust slowly, savouring the moment.
“Faster, Anthony.”
I laughed at her command but chose to keep the achingly slow pace. It was my dream after all, why shouldn’t I get a few choices?
Lucy lifted up her head and caught my earlobe between her teeth, biting lightly and pulling a groan from deep within my throat. “Move faster, you toff prick.”
This pulled a genuine laugh out of me. Of course she’d control the pace even within my own damn dream. “As you wish.”
I sped up, concentrating on the delicious friction as our bodies slid together, slotting into place. This wasn’t even real and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Lucy had ruined me for anyone else. Nothing would ever compare to this.
Letting go of her wrists, I propped myself up just a little bit more, changing the angle of my thrusts. Her hands found my back and I felt her nails digging into my skin. I wouldn’t last much longer and I wanted, no - needed , to feel her come apart around me.
My fingers found her nub from earlier and a few quick circles had her coming apart with a cry. I followed shortly after. When I came down from my high, I rolled next to her, facing her and savouring the last few moments of bliss.
She stroked my cheek and whispered in a barely audible voice, “I wish you wanted me when I was awake, instead of just in my dreams.”
Wait what?
But before I could ask, I felt myself being pulled away - pulled awake.