About a Vampire

“How did you do that so quickly?” she gasped with amazement, automatically reaching to grab the edges of her flannel top to pull them closed again.

“A dream, remember?” he chuckled. Letting her hold her top closed like the ninny she was, he clasped her face instead and kissed her again.

Holly didn’t fight him, but she didn’t respond either. While passion poured over her in waves, she was struggling to sort out if it would be cheating if it was a dream, or if it even was one. It was possible he’d just used immortal speed.

When she felt his hand clasp her breast through the flannel of her top and lightly pinch her nipple, she moaned and broke their kiss to gasp, “But I’m married.”

“This is a dream,” he repeated gruffly by her ear, and then ran his tongue around the rim of her ear before dropping his lips to nibble at her neck between whispers.

“It’s okay. It’s a dream.”

Holly frowned, her hand releasing her top to grasp his shoulders to keep her balance on the table as his hands slid under her bottom to ease her forward to press against him. Maybe it was, she thought. Maybe she was imagining that it was Justin kissing and touching her . . .

Holly gasped as their groins rubbed together through their pajamas sending liquid fire shooting through her. This time when his mouth covered hers, she kissed back even as she wondered why she was imagining Justin here touching and kissing her instead of her husband.

If this was a dream, shouldn’t she be imagining her husband? She wondered and with her eyes closed tried to do that, but it wasn’t her husband’s cologne filling her nose, it was the spicy woodsy scent she’d noticed that Justin wore. Shaking her head, she broke their kiss and said, “This is wrong.”

“It’s just a dream,” he repeated, licking his way down her throat and Holly glanced around wildly as she realized they’d moved again. They were no longer in the kitchen. Now they were in a bedroom, though it wasn’t one she recognized. This one was decorated in dark brown and beige. A man’s room, obviously, with heavy oak furniture and a massive king--sized bed covered with dark chocolate satin sheets. She was now lying on her back on those sheets, the satin slippery beneath her skin as he crawled down her body.

“How . . . ?” Holly began with bewilderment, and then nearly bit her tongue off as she realized that the satin was slippery beneath her skin because her flannel pajamas were gone. She was completely naked on that bed. No more dancing bears to protect her.

Definitely a dream, she realized, and that thought made her raise her head slightly to peer down his body in the hopes of seeing what his plaid pajama pants hid, but those were still in place. Only she was starkers. So unfair, she thought and then stared in surprise when he suddenly had the whipped cream can in his hand that she’d held earlier.

Where the devil had that come from? Apparently it had followed them from the first part of the dream, her mind reasoned and she bit her lip, simply watching as he shifted the can above one nipple and sprayed a circle over it. It was surprisingly warm for having just come out of the refrigerator, and stupidly, she said as much. “It should be cold. Why isn’t it cold?”

“It’s a dream,” he reminded her on a chuckle and then swooped down to close his mouth over the cream and her nipple both. Holly gasped, her back arching violently off the bed as his hot mouth suckled then licked her breast clean.

“Oh God,” she moaned, and shook her head in denial, then blurted, “It’s not cheating if it’s a dream, right?”

“No,” he agreed, and then swiped her breast again, removing the last of the whipped cream.

“No,” Holly decided and grabbed him by the ears to drag him back up her body.

Dream Justin came willingly. His pajama--clad groin pressed against the center of her as she claimed his mouth. Holly immediately spread her legs, and then wrapped them around his hips, urging him tighter against her as she thrust her tongue out.

With that one action she seemed to open the floodgates to an erotic world of pleasure. His body was hot and hard against her, his smell enveloped her, and his hands were everywhere, bringing every inch of her body to singing life as they caressed her side, her back, her ass, and then moved between them to clasp her breasts and squeeze firmly.

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