Free Reawakening by Charlotte Stein Page A

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    She felt sure he was. Then he was talking directly to her, too, and she just couldn’t take that. Not on any level.
    “You like that, baby?” he asked.
    Lord only knew who this version of Jamie was. He looked curious and hungry all at the same time, with his head on one side like that. And his deep blue eyes had little sparks right in the uppermost corners, as though the whole enterprise just made him feral and thrilled and like he wanted to just fuck her right. Now.
    She thought about telling him that he was a tease. But her dream-self wasn’t allowed to talk, apparently. Her dream-self didn’t even answer his question—she just let him go on, rambling in this completely horny manner.
    “You want him to touch your clit a little more? Just tell me. I’ll get him to do it, no problems.”
    Her dream-brain flashed up with the words—what a nice guy . Her dream-brain was nuts, clearly.
    “Or maybe you want him to slide a couple of fingers inside you? He could do that, too. You tell me what you want.”
    I want you , she thought then stirred in an agitated sort of way, back in reality. Did she really? Was that really what she wanted? Her mind flashed on him dancing with her in a different way, and that inferno went high, high.
    “Do you want him to fuck you, June-bug?”
    It was him calling her that name—that was the thing that made it more difficult. More frustrating, somehow. She bucked against Blake’s hand and felt those two fingers slide in to the hilt. Just like Jamie had promised.
    It felt crazy-good but not quite good enough. Not full enough, not electric enough.
    “I think she needs your cock, buddy,” Jamie said, at which she didn’t mind admitting—a sob broke out of her. A real one, too. Not just some fake dream thing. “It’s the only way to get the zombie infection right out of her.”
    Oh, of course, it was! Of course. She needed a good hard fucking until she couldn’t even remember what the word zombie meant. What other solution was there but that one? Apart from the other sane, reasonable things, obviously.
     
    “Oh yes please,” her dream-self said, while back in reality her actual self cringed. How dare the dream-self sound so…breathless. What did she think this was? Zombie apocalypse porn?
    Oh dear God, it was. It totally was.
    “Don’t you worry, baby. He’s going to give it to you so good.”
    It couldn’t have gotten more zombie apocalypse porn if it had tried. She felt sure she’d seen this one before— 28 Lays Later. That was the title, right?
    And it was funny, it really was, until Blake was suddenly on her. At which point, her pussy remembered what it felt like to have a cock sliding into it, even if she didn’t.
    It felt heavy. Heavy and full. It made little pulses of sensation flow upward from that one point, until she could hardly do anything but clench down hard on him. Rut up against him.
    He moaned when she did. Slid almost all of the way out then fucked back in hard enough to shake her whole body. It didn’t hurt, however. He wasn’t rough, exactly. He just wanted and needed and couldn’t stop himself from getting.
    She could tell he couldn’t because, as he took his pleasure, he made all of the noises she couldn’t imagine Blake making in real life, and he turned his head from side to side as though he couldn’t believe that this— this was sex.
    This feeling of being totally consumed by someone, while consuming them at the same time. He somehow got a hand to her clit, but she didn’t need it. His solid—God, how solid it felt—length rubbed all the right places, and she was so wet and so turned on that it didn’t really matter, anyway.
    She could have come over a pat on the back. As it was, she settled for coming hard and slippery on his working cock, straining at the rope leash all the while.
    Though back in reality it wasn’t quite enough. Not quite enough to give her the end to that warm wave of deliciousness—that