She’s an angel, her golden hair unbound and teased by the wind. Her cornflower eyes beckon me closer. She is wearing the brooch on her dress, and it nestles right between her breasts, at the very tip of the V where the plunge is. The heirloom seems to reflect the cloudless sky, and it glows golden with the sun overhead.
Elodie’s bow lips lift in a teasing smile, revealing straight white teeth. She crooks her index finger at me, but she’s the one walking to me. As she walks, the wildflowers part for her and trail in her wake like foam on the waves. She looks like an angel with her hair glowing gold like that in the sun, and I can feel my mouth getting dry. My stomach also feels hard. But no, wait. That’s not right. It’s other parts of me that feel hard, namely my dick. My dick wants to wave hello, and it wants attention. I realize I should feel shame over my body’s reaction, but all I feel as she comes toward me is anticipation and excitement.
My heart is beating hard. I feel damp under the hot sun, and it’s like I’m floating as if the wildflowers have turned into real waves, but when I look down, they’re still there. I feel a wild, jubilant sense of ecstasy while, at the same time, I find myself relaxing. The brooch is more like a promise than a threat. All the nonsense about it being cursed and the pact I made with my cousins never to fall in love, none of that matters right now.
All that matters is Elodie and the white dress swirling around her curves. She’s like a goddess who descended from the heavens, straight to this field. A goddess from the sun, her yellow hair on fire with it, burnished gold, and her eyes as blue as the sky.
My blood boils, and my heart pounds wildly when she stops in front of me. She reaches up—she might be tall, but I’m still a good head taller—wraps her arms around my neck, stands on her toes, and presses the entire length of her glorious sun goddess body against me. My whole body practically bursts into flames. She’s the sun, and I’m going to be burned alive, my blood boiling in my veins, but what a way to go. I’m not going to protest such a spectacular death.
Elodie’s lips part, and she tugs her head down to mine in open invitation. I have no thoughts as to why I shouldn’t do this because I want her, and I want her mouth. I want to kiss her so hard that I bruise her lips, and I want to be inside her sweet, curvy body. I want her skin on my skin, our limbs in a tangled heap.
When I open my eyes in the dream, I realize we’re both naked. Elodie pulls me down, lowering me on top of her in the field of wildflowers. They’re all around us—grasses, daisies, heads of something that look like unripe wheat, big yellow flowers with soft brown centers, tiny purple bursts, and heavy blue flowers shaped like bells hanging from their thin green stocks.
Elodie’s legs wrap around my waist, and I fit myself between them, finding her hot and wet. As her hand moves from my ass up my back, I groan. She’s so soft and pure that I want to be wrapped up in her. I want to be inside her tight heat, and I want her closing around my dick, incinerating me. Her skin is like silk, velvet, and whipped cream, and I want to taste her, knowing she’d be sweet and luxurious on my tongue.
She lets out a soft moan when my lips find the juncture of her throat. She rocks against my dick, and I throb against her stomach. She’s so warm, so sleek, and so wet. I let out a moan, and she lets out a whimper. It’s a strange sound, full of want and need. Then I cup her breast, and just like before, she’s hot, sleek, and so very soft. I kiss her neck again, spinning us both so that I’m wrapped around her, my leg trapping her. She lets out a growl that sounds very animalistic as she turns her head and drags her big, pink, wet tongue along my face.
My eyes tear open, my body thrumming with need, but I register the absolute horror of the dream. For a moment, I’m afraid it was inspired by real-life events. That perhaps I’ve thrown aside the duffel bags Elodie put on the bed earlier to mark off her territory, I’ve rolled into her, and have been dry humping her leg like a horny dog for the better part of the dream. Also, god knows how long the dream lasted in real-life time.