Heat, that was all I felt.
Sweat dripped from his body onto mine, and I clung to him like my last shred of sanity lay in that grip. My mouth was parted, but no words escaped, only those sinful sounds, the ones he was responsible for. Every thrust sent me into pure bliss. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want this feeling to fade, not this time.
I welcomed his grunts and low whispers with every emotion my body could offer. His touch resonated deep in my core, and I felt closer to him now than ever before.
But like every good thing I wanted to keep, this dream ended too.
My eyes snapped open, my breathing heavy.
“f**k,” I muttered as I lay still, the last moments of the dream playing in my head. Why did today’s dream feel even more real? Why did the feeling resemble the same one I felt
