My dream gets even better when Lana starts grinding on me, her hands massaging my pecks. I did some push-ups today so my chest and arms are sore even in my dream. Fuck, this dream feels real. I start to thrust my hips up, going along with her sensual pace, it feels incredible.
The music suddenly stops in my ear, causing my eyes to fly open when I lose an earbud. My eyes adjust and like my dream, the reality feels ten times better. Lana is straddling me, grinding against me, holding my earbud in her hand, smirking like the Cheshire cat.
“You like to moan really loud, you know that?” she teases and I smirk, my back leaving the bed, my arms banding around her back.
“I thought I was dreaming of you grinding on me like a dog in heat, so yeah.” I kiss her exposed neck, biting her collar bone.
“You’re so dirty when you want to be,” she breaths on a husky exhale.
“I want to be fucking dirty with you right now. I want to fuck every inch of this body that I can.” I lick from her collarbone down to the dip at the start of her small cleavage, the bra she’s wearing doing wonders for her supple tits.
“Kingston, my dad’s downstairs and he wouldn’t like it if he came in and saw you doing me.” My boner dies down instantly with the mention of her dad.
“Fuck, that wasn’t in my dream. How’d it go by the way?”
“Huh. Not the best, he just worries, Kings.”
“I know.” She looks so conflicted, her eyes not really making contact with mine.
“Part of that is my fault, his worry for me. It has to do with me lying about my past. Now he feels he needs to overdo himself.”
“Hey.” Grabbing one of her hands from my chest I bring it to my lips, kissing her fingertips. “We can’t go backward, only forward. Besides, if your dad hates me, he hates me. The only person I care about is you, as long as I have you that’s all that matters.”
“Kings, I know that. It’s just I want the two men I love and care about to get along.”
“I get that and as long as he plays pretend, so will I. I’ll do whatever you want Lana, forever.”
“I can’t promise he’ll play nice but if you behave, I will always take your side.” I’m in love with this sweet little angel. I bite her delicate little fingers, making her giggle. That lighthearted giggle, the soft little smile she gives me when she’s completely carefree, makes me remember what exactly I would do to keep her.
“Up, up!” I slap her ass and she yelps, jumping up from the bed.
“What?” She steps back a few steps.
“I’m taking you out for the afternoon and we are gonna have a great time visiting some of the places we went to growing up.” I grab my zip up hoodie and slip it on.
“A trip down memory lane?” she asks.
“Yes, babe, a trip down memory lane.”
The rest of the afternoon was perfect with Lana. We went by the high school, where she cheered and I played football. Flashbacks of her in her sexy cheer uniform often crept into my mind.
After that we went to the campsite where I first knew I had feelings for Lana. My ex, Hilary, knew I was hot for Lana and I heard that shit for months until I called it off before Seattle. I think it was more serious for her than it was for me. Sure we were a “couple,” but I didn’t love her and she knew I fucked around on her. When we broke up she didn’t say a word to me, just slapped me and then disappeared. I left for Seattle and long forgot her.
The best part of today was getting away with Lana and seeing all the places that we once went to as friends but now we can visit as us.
Coming back to the house, Jeff is hiding out in his office working on some stuff while Lana helps her mom prepare food for the barbecue. Now I’m sitting at the kitchen table watching my girl prepare her King a meal—this is the life.
“Baby, do you want steak or chicken?”
Taking a sip of my beer, I place it down and answer, “Steak, I’m starving.” She turns her head and peers at me over her slim shoulder, giving me a flirtatious smile. I bite my lip and then sooth it with a lick. I steal a quick look at her mom and see she’s distracted with some shit so I grab my semi hard cock and squeeze it. My eyes roll back and I come back to and see Lana gaping at me with blushed cheeks. It’s her fault, she looks irresistible cooking me a meal while tending to me, pregnant in an apron.
Grabbing a small cherry tomato, she throws it at me and like the champion I am I catch it in my mouth and bite down hard.
“Thanks baby, I love ripe cherries.” Sexual innuendo written all over my last statement, she shakes her head and covers her mouth with her hand.
“I heard that!” Becky hollers turning and shaking her head at me.
“Sorry mom, he’s such a smug shit,” Lana chimes in, causing us all to erupt in laughter.