I try covering my nose, waiting for the smell to disappear. Once it’s gone, I’m out of here.
A few more seconds, then I’m getting up.
Two more…
Hannah
I’m dreaming.
I’m in my bed, consumed by the warmth of the person enveloping me in his arms. His solid chest warms my back while his arms wrap around my body, keeping me close. His fingers graze around my navel, and with each breath, they lower to my sensual place that aches for him.
My center pulsates for him to touch me in the most shameful way, and only in a dream would I find myself acting so brazen at his subtle touch. I use my hand to cup his, pushing his thick fingers past my pajama shorts, through my soaked folds.
I’m rewarded with an elusive groan, and his hand takes over, working me. His fingers graze up and down my center, spreading me as one slips inside. My head tosses back at the too real sensation. His warm breath caresses my shoulder as his lips consume the skin above my collarbone. God yes, this is what I’ve been wanting. Needing.
Small whimpers of pleasure fall off my lips, rewarding me with a second finger. His hardness thrusts against my backside as I work my hips into his hand. Yes, yes...this is what I crave. I beg my conscious to never wake up.
I’m getting close. So close. His hand speeds up, moving more aggressively in and out of me, giving me exactly what I want. Small, short pants fall from my lips. My walls start to squeeze around him. My hand lowers inside my panties, my fingers barely covering the top of his hand as I ride his motions.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight,” a familiar voice moans into my ear.
The vibrations of his words seem so real.
Almost too real.
“That’s it, baby. Rock your pussy against my hand.”
God, his voice. It’s always his voice when I have these fantasies. I don’t want to open my eyes and kill my dream. It’s right there…
“Ahhh…” I moan, breathlessly, as my orgasm explodes, clenching around his thick fingers.
My eyes open suddenly, my dream feeling way too realistic. I’ve never had such a powerful sex dream before. I shift from my pillow, realizing I’m not in my bed.
I’m not even at home.
Camping.
Levi’s tent.
Levi.
I scream and throw myself off the air mattress, tossing Levi off me. He must have been in a deep sleep, because while I fly off one end, he flies to the other side and flips off.
“Fuck...fuck...what happened?” He shoots up, and I jump up and fall into the side of the tent, practically taking the whole thing down.
“Oh my god. I wasn’t dreaming.” My voice shakes. I’m going to throw up. His gaze, still clouded by sleep, darts around. His hands scrape down his face, over his frown, and when they land on me, horror threatens to take me out by the knees. He was also dreaming. Does he know? What we just…
His hand stalls over his mouth, and lines begin to form between his eyebrows. His mouth opens and closes, attempting to form words, but nothing comes out. But there’s no need for words. Realization is sparking him awake when he registers the scent of me on his fingers.
“Shit, what the—?”
The scent of me lingers against his lip, and I jump headfirst into panic mode.
Oh god! I need to get out of here!
“Oh shit, Hannah! I…shit, wait, I thought I was—”
“Gah! Don’t say another word!” I grab for my shoes and throw down the zipper to the tent. It snags on the fabric, getting stuck. Because of course it does. I yank and pull as a lifetime of awkward seconds pass. As soon as it frees, I stage-dive out of the tent. What in the ever loving—?
“Hey, are you okay? I heard you scream.”
I scream again, nearly coming out of my skin. Stacey jolts with a start at my reaction. “Oh, Jesus all mighty, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to be out here.”
“I was trying to get some breakfast started. You okay?”
Absolutely not. “Yeah, fine. I saw a spider. Freaked out. Probably gonna have to take the whole tent down.” Stacey peers over my shoulder at the tent, then back to me. There is no doubt my face is flushed. I mean, I did just have an orgasm. GAH!
“Yeah, sure. Okay. Is Levi up?”
Oh, he’s up. “Yeah, could be. Not really sure. I wasn’t paying attention…”
Just then, his head peeks through the opening of the tent, followed by the rest of his body. I throw my eyes everywhere but in his direction.
“Hey, Levi. Hear you have a spider. We have spray if you need it.” My mind suddenly forms this image of myself spraying repellent all over Levi, hoping he stays away…or maybe should I spray myself? Who even initiated that? I’m getting flustered all over again just thinking about it. I need space. Tons of space.