Moonlight Lovers

Three

SELENE pressed her legs together when the man at the foot of the bed approached her, climbing slowly to get near her, inching closer.

Her back has touched the wall and if she could only sink further inside it, she would do so. And yet despite her mind warning her to run away, her body was blatantly anticipating what’s going to happen.

Selene could not see the man’s face. The room was dark. All she could see was the man’s perfect silhouette against the faint moonlight.

“You are mine, Selene,” he said as he loomed over her, running a hand over her bare legs. “Mine alone.”

His voice was unlike any she has heard before. Even if it was only a whisper, it sends a thousand delicious sensations through her body.

“Who are you?” She demanded, her voice soft and shaky.

“I’m the other half of your soul.”

When the man leaned in to finally claim her lips, Selene did not move and willingly waited. As soon as their lips touched, she felt as if a thousand beautiful fireworks exploded inside her chest, her heart drumming in nervousness and excitement.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded when their lips parted.

She could hear the man grinning before cupping her face and kissing her with a fervent passion that caused her insides to melt. Selene had to hold on to the man’s arms for support as he slowly pulled her away from the wall and lay her down slowly on the soft bed.

When he lowered one of his hands to cup her right breast, she did not protest. Instead, she arched her body against his nakedness so that she could feel the warmth emanating from his skin through the thin layers of her clothing.

“You’re so beautiful, Selene,” he murmured.

It was only when the man spoke that she noticed his mouth had already abandoned her lips and was now fondling the skin of her neck and shoulders. She could feel him nipping at it, gently biting, drawing circles with the tip of his tongue. And all she could do was moan.

How Selene wished she knew his name. She would love to say his name out loud as he was doing all those things to her.

When he grabbed her hand and took it to the small space between their flaming bodies, Selene almost gasped when her knuckles brushed against his hard manhood. It has fully sprung to life and was hard as a rock. She could only imagine what it would feel like inside her.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded. Even though she could not see his face, she knew he could see hers. And she wished they reflected the intense yearning she was feeling.

And maybe they did, because as the man claimed her lips once again, he slowly thrust his hard manhood into her, ripping apart the tight walls of core. Selene shut her eyes and concentrated on the delightful feeling that followed shortly afterward.

SELENE’S eyelids flew open when her phone’s alarm went off. Her chest was heaving. She slowly scanned the room. She was alone.

Another dream.

She got up and grabbed her phone. She silenced the alarm and replaced the device on the nightstand.

She thought about the dream. She has been having the same dream since she was twenty-two. And it was always in the same place, always the same situation, and, despite never being able to see his face, always with the same man.

It makes her wonder who he is. And look forward to seeing him in the flesh. That is if he was a real person.

Selene sighed. She will be twenty-five soon. She’s been dreaming about the man for almost three years. If he was real, she would have met him by now.

Maybe it was just her imagination running a little bit too wild. Despite being twenty-five, she’s never had a boyfriend, never been on a date. And even though she had recently acquired a curious interest towards physical intimacy between men and women that runs rich in a few literary works she has read and some movies she has watched, she has no experience whatsoever about the pleasure of lovemaking. The closest experience that she has were those dreams. And was probably just her subconscious spilling onto her fantasies.

She could still remember the first time she dreamed about the man. It was on the eve of her twenty-second birthday. And unlike the ones that followed, it was probably the most realistic, most vivid dream she’s had. She could still recall the way the man’s lips brushed against her skin, how it lingered on the crown of her breasts and especially between her legs, forcing loud moans to come out of her; she remembers his tight grip on her hips, the forceful pounding as her face was buried on the mattress, his sexy panting, groaning, and cursing, and even the way his hair felt against her fingers.

Selene could feel her cheeks burning as the thought flooded her mind. Of course, despite how vividly she remembers every detail of the intimate dream, she couldn’t remember the man’s face at all.

She pushed the thought aside and got out of bed. She went to the kitchen and forced her mind to cooperate with her as she made breakfast and go about her routine. She doesn’t like going to work late.

She arrived at Café Bliss, the coffee shop she has been working at for the last year and a half, fifteen minutes before her shift starts at nine o’clock. As she pushed the glass door open—the sign on it still reads Closed—she was greeted with a smile by a tall, younger man behind the counter who was getting ready for the day. “Good morning, Selene!”

“Good morning!” She chirped, making her way to the employee’s room where she could put her stuff in a locker assigned to her.

When she joined Caleb behind the counter, she was putting on the black apron, with the logo of Café Bliss embroidered in the middle, around her body. “You’re too early today,” she commented, tying the knot behind her back.

Caleb smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-yeah, I had to drop by somewhere earlier.”

Selene just nodded at that. She looked around the almost empty shop. No one was there yet, except the two of them and the woman sitting alone by the table near the glass window. “Dahlia’s here,” she muttered.