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I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, harder. Our bodies slap together, the sound of our skin on skin adding to the erotic symphony of our lovemaking. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing as I approach the precipice.
With one final, powerful thrust, Andrey sends me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. He follows soon after, his own release spilling into me as we collapse into a sweaty, satisfied heap.
I feel warm and safe, wrapped in Andrey’s powerful arms. But in the distance, I hear a sultry laugh that drags me from the warmth of Andrey’s arms. Suddenly, I’m falling through a void, reaching out and trying to hold onto Andrey, but he fades into the distance.
The laugh intensifies, and I feel a tongue darting against my swollen, sensitive clit.
“Oh, sweety, you taste so good,” the sultry voice purrs once again. “I knew you would.” I feel a finger probing my opening, but it doesn’t feel right. Worse—I can feel another orgasm starting to crest as the warm tongue teases my nub. “Don’t fight it, sweety, just let go.”
My eyes fly open to find my legs bent and a blond head between them. A scream rips from my throat, and I push her away. She lifts her head, and I can see my juices smeared all over her distorted face. Her eyes start to glow red as she licks her lips.
“Mmmm.” She sighs. “Sweet like honey.” Her body starts to creep over mine, and I find I’m paralyzed. I can’t move.
“No!” I yell, but the words barely escape my lips. “Go away. Get off me.”
“Oh, come now, sweety, don’t be shy.” The woman’s sultry laughter turns to a wicked witch cackle.
I find my strength and break free, kicking, swatting, and screaming.
“Isabella!” A voice calls from above me. “Bella. Wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”
My eyes fly open. My heart’s racing. Clutching the blankets to my chin, I scramble into a sitting position huddled close to the headboard.
As my heartbeat slows and my eyes adjust to the soft light in the room, relief floods me to find that, except for a worried-looking Stacy, I’m alone and still have my clothes on.
“Stacy?” I look at him. “Jesus! I hope I didn’t hurt you?”
“I was about to take a bath when I heard you scream.” Stacy’s eyes are wide as they stare into mine. “Are you okay? Can I get you some warm milk?”
The thought of milk, especially warm, makes my stomach churn. I shake my head. “No thanks.”
“How about some ginger tea?” she offers.
“Yes, that would be nice.” I nod. “Could you ask the kitchen to put extra honey in it?”
“Sure,” Stacy says with a smile. “I’ll call room service, quick.”
When Stacy goes to make the call, I rest my head back against the headboard clutching the covers tightly to me. I’m still shaky from the dream within a nightmare.
“Jesus!” I breathe and glance up at the roof, pinch myself, count my fingers, and do a few math problems in my head. “Yup. I’m awake this time.”
Good God, what was that all about? I went from a dream of pure ecstasy to one about that perverted OB-GYN I saw.
Thinking of her my eyes widen as I remember I fell asleep holding my sonogram photo. I feel along the bed covers, but it’s not there.
I jump out of bed and flick out the covers one by one, but it’s not there. It’s not on either nightstand nor is it beneath my bed. I pat my body down, and it’s not on me either.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Stacy asks after hanging up from ordering room service.
“My sonogram!” I look at her. “Stacy, where is it?”
“Relax.” Stacy smiles. “It’s on the dresser.” She points to it.
“Oh, thank God!” Relief floods over me and I breathe easier grabbing my sonogram.
“You were crumpling it so I took it and put it out of harm’s way,” Stacy explains.
