Free In My Dreams by Lynn Davis

rubbing over his scalp until he was groaning against her.
    He closed his eyes at the feel of her massaging him. She wiggled and writhed under him, every moan and sigh made him almost painfully hard. He released a taut nipple and shuffled his jeans and boxers down his hips, freeing his near-to-bursting cock. He leaned down on one elbow and ran the spongy head over her juicy slit. She moaned and her hands tugged on his hips, silently begging him to fill her. The promise of her heat made him want to impale her quickly, but the urge to relish the welcome into her body made James take his time. He eased forward, moaned at the way she pulsed around him and clutched him to her. She curved her hips as he filled her with the last inch of his desire, and leaned down finally to settle his weight over her. 
    The bliss of penetrating her soon morphed into movement, into friction of his flesh against her walls. He started the steady climb towards another kind of bliss, and she joined him. Her eyes fluttered open and closed but always stayed open in the end to watch him above her. He could relate. He wanted to commit every moment of this to memory, and so, even when a delicious stroke stole his breath and made every part of his body tingle with pleasure, he forced his eyes open, forced himself not to miss even one second of her pleasure.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over her lips and drowning in those gorgeous eyes looking up at him. Her smile under his fingers soon faded. She gasped with pleasure, and her eyes glazed over. He relished it all, every nuance of the satisfaction he was bringing her coursed through her body and into his. 
    He captured her lips again, rocking into her with increasing speed. His body had a mind of its own and moved with purpose. He would have stayed nestled inside of her forever if he could, holding onto this feeling of what could be, of being shown with every gasp and every glance that his wish had been granted. She climbed with him, grasping him frantically. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. His fingers prickled with the tension. He leaned his temple against hers and rocked harder and faster into her.
    “ Come with me. Come with me, James,” she groaned against his neck. She lifted her legs up higher, wrapped them around his waist and tilted her pelvis up to meet his thrusts. 
    It felt unbelievably good, yet as familiar as breathing. There was the strange understanding that this was both a moment unlike any other and a moment they'd shared just between the two of them. There was comfort in that silent knowledge and euphoric happiness in the knowledge that there would be more days like this, more times when they'd share this connection. They each wanted to for as long as the other would have them. Their lips touched as they crossed over the threshold of pleasure and fell into release. They kissed until their lips were sore, until their breath was short.

Chapter Fourteen
    It has been two years since Destiny won the contest that allowed her to meet James Michaels in a wild and crazy weekend in Los Angeles. She smiled at the thoughts of how she truly enjoyed her semi-vacation from reality.
    H er thoughts remained on James: how he had taken special care of her and even invited her to a few concerts months later. They texted each other often and talked on the phone when his scheduled would allow. He had even come to San Francisco to just hang with her. She just knew hers was a blessed life. James reminded her often of that day above the Hollywood sign. She smiled. It would have been nice to keep the fairy tale going but reality was, she was just another notch in his belt. She could not say that she was angry about it. She had wanted it just as much as he did.
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    After a long day of writing and chatting with some of her loyal readers and followers on Twitter, she decided to stop for the day and go to her new favorite spot to grab a bite to eat. She closed her laptop