The tingling, salty spray of the ocean surf caressed my face and drifted through my hair as the radiant sun heated my skin. Closing my eyes and tilting my head into the beams, I breathed in the heavy air mingled with particles of sand. The weight of humidity solidified the space around me, embracing me, holding me aloft. I was in the place Disco always brought me when I needed security and a soft place to fall—my own refuge in the world of dreams.
Our warm place.
A solid torso went flush against my back, hard flesh molding to the softer contours of my body. The hard outline of an engorged cock didn’t diminish when I pressed back and wriggled my hips. Smooth fingers moved the hair from my nape as another arm wound around my waist. Soft lips brushed against the sensitive portion of prickly skin between my neck and shoulder, trailing up to my mark, sending pure liquid fire rushing to the erogenous zones of my body.
“Yes,” I whispered, arching my back against his chest. “God, yes.”
The hand at my waist drifted up my shirt, tickled my ribcage, and surrounded the softness of my breast. It cupped and massaged the mound through the thin lace of my bra. The rough pad of a thumb brushed against my nipple and rotated in a slow lazy circle until the flesh pebbled and hardened, sending shivers of ecstasy rippling down my spine.
Sharp teeth scraped idly against my throat, sliding back and forth in a dangerous caress, before a moist wet tongue took their place. I groaned at the sensations of the rasping licks and gentle nips against my skin, lifting my hand to wrap trembling fingers around the hand at my breast.
Disco went still at the contact, body tense and arms tight. I wasn’t sure why. He always knew what I wanted, what I needed. Especially in my dreams.
“Don’t,” I moaned, afraid to open my eyes and find him gone. “Don’t stop.”
His voice against my ear was deeper than I was accustomed to, throatier somehow. “Do you want more?”
My voice was equally heavy—a seductive promise. “Yes.”
The fingers caressing my shoulder wound down, coming around my hip to trail a path along the quivering skin of my stomach. They slid easily past the top line of my panties, skimming down to the wet heat of my slick sex. A large finger brushed past the folds and parted me gently before slipping into my quivering core, causing me to arch my back and gasp.
His thumb massaged my swollen clitoris as he worked another finger into me alongside the first. He plunged in and out of my heat with a familiar and teasing motion—in and out, slow and steady. Each time he withdrew, I was rewarded with his tender return, each pass more delicious and electric than the one before. My ragged pants grew louder, and a slight sheen of sweat cooled my skin as I gyrated against his hand.
Soothing wisps of air caressed my neck, followed by wet kisses that started at the base of my shoulder and slowly worked their way up. As his mouth neared my ear, and I heard his shallow breaths, I felt my climax approach. The glorious tingles beneath my skin bloomed into what would become a dizzying explosion, and I reached for it, begged for it.
My plea came out a pitiful whimper. “Please.”
He groaned against my ear before licking along the lobe and increasing the pace, timing the thrusts to match the steady rhythm of his thumb at my nipple. Those fingers were masterful, knowing exactly what I needed to send me over that ever approaching cliff of pleasure.