“Yes, Colt. Yes.” He starts to move faster, and I want that, too, and I moan my encouragement. The heat is building again, the tension, and my pussy starts to tighten with every deep, driving thrust. I have no choice but to give myself over to it, to focus every fiber of my being on what’s about to happen.

“Come for me,” he grunts. “Come for me again.” There’s no way not to do what he says because my body is already so close to the edge, a little closer every time he grinds against my clit, and every time he fills me up. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. Even if it’s only happening in my head.

“I think… I think I’m… oh god!” And then everything explodes, and it’s unreal, the way wave after wave of unbelievable bliss rolls through me, starting at my core and rippling out until my entire body sings with pleasure. I want to hold him close, but I still can’t make myself move much—not that it matters because, a moment later, he pulls away and comes across my stomach.

Whatever happened to make me dream that, I want it to happen again. “Wow,” I whisper. I think I hear him chuckling softly but can’t be sure. I’m already sinking back into the darkness, and I don’t want to. I want to savor this. I want to ride out the sweet aftershocks for as long as I can. I don’t want it to go away.

My eyes are forced open when I feel something warm on my stomach again. He’s standing over me, looking peaceful. Satisfied. Mirroring my own feelings. He’s even smiling a little, his sexy dimples showing as he wipes me with a washcloth. I lick my parched lips and try to find the words, but I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to feel. I have no idea where this is coming from. Why would my mind make this shit up?

“Now you go to sleep,” he whispers, draping a blanket over me, covering me up to my shoulders. I think I feel him stroking the hair back from my face, but I’m not sure. That can’t be possible. None of this is possible. I’m so lonely and so desperate for kindness that I’ve resorted to dreaming about it.

“Why can’t you be this nice to me in real life?” I whisper. My eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open anymore.

“Don’t worry about that, love bug. Just sleep.” Something warm and soft brushes against my forehead.