Page 91 of Dreamscape Therapies

“Is this okay?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding again. I know I probably look like a deranged bobble-head doll, but I’m so horny I can feel my face. “Gods, yes. More than okay. I want… I need…”

“I know what you need,” Vincent growls, the sound going straight to my cock. “And I’m going to give it to you. Going to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

He pulls my jeans and underwear down in one smooth motion, and the cool air on my heated skin makes me gasp. His hands settle on my ass, squeezing and kneading as though he can’t believe he’s finally allowed to touch me outside of the dream world we’ve been living in for so long.

A satisified sound rumbles deep in his chest.

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You’re fucking perfect.

I feel him step away, and crane my neck to watch as he pulls his shirt over his head. The sight of his bare chest, all muscle, golden skin, and rough hair, makes my mouth water.

He catches me looking and gives me an evil little smirk.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” My voice comes out breathier than I intended. “You’re gorgeous. I mean, I’ve seen you shirtless before in your dreams, but it’s not the same. Those were just projections of your subconcious interpretation of what you think you look like. This is…”

“Jay,” he interrupts, his hands back on my hips. “Breathe.”

I take a shaky breath, then another. “Sorry. I’m just so fucking excited that this is finally happening. I’ve wanted this for so long and now that it’s here…” I trail off, unable to communicate properly just how badly I want him.

“I know.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s cute, but right now, I need you to stop thinking and just feel.”

He leans over me again, his bare chest pressing against my back. The skin-to-skin contact sends a shudder through me, and when his hand wraps around my cock, I nearly come right then and there.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking forward into his grip.

“That’s it,” he encourages, stroking me slowly. “Let me hear you.”

His other hand trails between my cheeks, teasing until I instictively spread my legs wider. That low growl rolls through him again, and I feel the answering twitch of his dick against my ass.

“Need to get you ready,” he murmurs. “Need to open you up.”

“Kitchen,” I pant. “Olive oil. Cabinet next to the stove.”

He’s already moving toward the kitchen, and I hear him rummaging through the cabinets.

I take the opportunity to kick off my jeans completely and pull my shirt over my head. By the time he returns, bottle of oil in hand, I’m naked and bent back over the table., looking at him over my shoulder with what I hope is a seductive expression and not just desperate neediness.

His eyes rake over me, dark and hungry, and his hand tightens around the bottle.

“Fuck, Jay. Look at you.”

“Are you going to stare all night, or are you going to do something about it?” I challenge, giving my hips a little wiggle.

He’s on me in an instant. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the table while the other grips my hip firmly.

“Careful what you ask for, little dream.”

I hear the click of the bottle opening followed by the low sound of oil being poured. Anticipation twists through me, making my cock throb where it’s trapped between my body and the table.

“Cold,” I gasp when his slick fingers trail between my cheeks, circling my hole teasingly.