Dream Eater
With a spirit dream materializing around me, I knew I would have a good night's sleep.
I was in Adrian's living room and we were both sitting side by side on his couch. He was wearing jeans and a yellow t-shirt. His hair was messy and styled and his emerald eyes were as beautiful as always. "Hey, Sage," he greeted, then leaned down gave me a quick peak on the lips. "How was your day?"
"Zoe's getting on my nerves," I admitted. "She acts almost exactly like my dad."
"I'm sorry." And to really show it, he engulfed me in a tight, warm embrace. He brought his lips towards mine again, only this time he just barely brushed mine playfully. Getting tired of his teasing, I kissed him hard and he followed suit. Soon enough, the kissing became hungry and intense. I slid a hand under his shirt, feeling his chest, and used my other to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Following my example, he moved his hand under my shirt and grabbed a hold of my breast. My skin burned where he touched me and I let out a moan. He lifted up my shirt and undid my jeans before he lay me down on his couch. He kissed my neck a single time and whispered, "I love you so much," then continued leaving a trail of kisses down my chest.
We pulled away just slightly to look at each other. I saw so much love and desire in his stare and no doubt mine showed no differently. I noticed then that the only clothing we had on were his boxers and my panties. How had that happened?
"Remember what I said last time about having sex in a dream?" He asked.
"You said I shouldn't lose my virginity in a dream." About a week ago we'd went on a secret date that had ended in his bed and Adrian deflowering me. So I had no problem with this.
He smiled down at me and I felt his hands on my hips, sliding my panties off. I found myself doing the same to him. Soon enough, I felt a deep pain inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails into his shoulders, screaming quietly.
When it was over, we lay cuddling naked on the couch. Adrian made a bowl of grapes materialize on the nearby coffee table and although I found it a little odd to be eating in a dream, we feed each other and giggled, while our legs were still entangled. I looked into his emerald colored eyes and said, "I love you, Adrian Ivashkov."
"I love you too, honeydew." He hugged me tighter. Eventually, he told me, "You have to wake up soon."
I groaned. "I wanna stay with you."
This amused him. He gave me a final, sweet kiss before ending the dream.