Dream Dates Elite - Episode 2

The dreams keep coming, each one hotter than the last. She wakes with her hand between her thighs, fingers slick, still chasing the feeling. In one, he bends her over the kitchen counter, one hand gripping her hair, the other spreading her wide. The porcelain bites cold against her bare stomach. In another, she's on her knees on the bedroom floor, mouth stretched around him while he holds her head still and fucks her throat slow. She can taste him when she wakes, can feel the ghost of his hand on the back of her neck. Last night it was the hotel suite. He took his time. Stripped her first. Made her wait. Then he laid her out on the silk and ate her until her legs shook and she couldn't remember her own name. She came so hard she sobbed. When she opened her eyes this morning, her sheets were twisted and damp and her cunt still pulsed with the memory of his tongue. She reaches down now, finds herself swollen and wet, and starts again.