Page 4 of Beyond Expectations
Not wanting to be too petty, I looked over at Roman, whose eyes still shone with amusement.
“Night, Ro,” I quipped.
“Night, S.”
I shook my head at the grin plastered on his face and made my way upstairs.
After washing my face and doing my nighttime routine, I fell asleep almost the second my head hit the cool silk pillowcase.
***
My back arched up against the cold bonnet of the car, and my skin tingled as if it had electricity running through it. Every fiber and nerve came alive as he continued his delicious torture of licking, teasing, and biting each nipple.
His other hand traveled down my body, leaving a blazing fire across every inch he touched. Strong, yet supple hands kneaded my hips with such intensity and dedication.
It felt as if my body were like opium to him, and he couldn’t get enough. Finally, he reached his hand between my legs and found me already dripping wet.
I could feel him smile against my neck as he kissed his way up to my mouth. He slid two fingers in and used the pad of his thumb to rub my over-sensitive clit.
My pussy screamed for more—and as if he could read my mind, he stood up and pulled his white and blue striped shirt off to reveal big, broad, solid shoulders and chiseled abdominal muscles.
He started popping the buttons off his jeans until I could see his erect cock straining to stay within his Calvin Klein briefs. He leaned back, sliding me down the bonnet to anchor me into position, lubricating himself by rubbing against my now-drenched pussy.
The moans escaping my lips almost didn’t sound human. I had never been so turned on by a man in my life.
His first hard thrust almost made me come. He stretched and filled me nearly to the point of pain. Not only did he have considerable length, but also eye-watering girth. How did a man like this even exist?
I was going to come as I’d never come before… and then, the loud shriek of my phone alarm ruined everything.
And then, I woke up.
Panting and sore with want.
My nipples peaked hard and rubbed against my cotton camisole. My whole body was flush with perspiration. My whole face burned with both embarrassment and excitement.
It wasn’t as if it was the first time I’d had a sex dream. But I’d never had one that felt real and made me feel so alive.
An ice-cold shower was just what I needed to get my head out of my dream and back on the list of things I needed to do.
***
Standing in my dad’s kitchen, watching him and Roman prepare dinner, I grabbed a piece of cucumber from the salad bowl when the doorbell rang.
“Do something useful and get that, will you?” my brother said, while swatting my hand away.
Opening the door, I was almost tackled to the ground by my two nieces.
“Auntie Rena.”
“Aahh, Auntie Rena, Mommy said I couldn’t have dessert if I didn’t stop singing in the car.”
Bending down and laughing, I scooped my six-year-old twin nieces, Eden and Amelia, into a bear hug.
“Now, girls, you know I would never let your mommy withhold dessert when I visit.”
My mocking scowl at my sister had the girls in a fit of giggles before they rushed past me into the kitchen. I loved my nieces, and I knew it was common for people to say the kids in their family were the best, but I knew my nieces were the most gorgeous children I had ever seen. I always tried to push for my sister to sign them up with a modeling agency, but she always shut me down.
“Trust me. You would too if you’d been made to listen to Let It Go for the ten thousandth time.”