In my dream, he was curled around me, still asleep, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist. I arched my back against the warm body pressed against me. Under the covers, I ran my hand along his arm until I found warm fingers, interlacing mine between. The fingers clenched, grasping as the body behind me slowly came awake. I felt warm breath, lips against the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck. The arm pulled me closer, and I felt the heat of the man's arousal against my backside. I felt a tongue on my neck followed by gentle lips at my hairline. I curled my head forward giving him better access.
The hand at my stomach pressed lower, digging through the waistband of the shorts I wore. I stretched my leg out behind me, opening myself for his touch. My leg was quickly captured by his, pulled back over his thigh, opening me to his touch. As he wrapped himself more completely around me, our hands intertwined as he delved between my legs. I was starting to burn, feeling the heat and moisture building at my core.
"God, love, you are so warm," a voice murmured against my hair, an unexpected voice. My dream shattered, and I was awake, stiffening. What the hell was I doing in bed with Killian? He must've been dreaming, too, as his sleep fogged mind missed my body's response to his voice, and his hand slipped beneath my lace panties. As his fingers found their prey, I stopped breathing altogether. Even half asleep, Killian's mind was focused and able, fingers nimbly stroking me. I tried to pull my leg back to stop this madness, but he was too fast, wrapping his leg around mine, pinning it to the bed. I was trapped.
I exhaled forcefully as two of his expert fingers slid inside me. My body started to melt. I moaned, sliding the hand I had been resting on to grab his hair, pressing him to my neck. "Killian," I breathed. "God, Killian." I rolled back against him, giving him better access.
"Yes, love, that's it," he said at my neck. "Open yourself for me." My abandoned hand wormed its way between our bodies until I reached the hardness that was pressed against my back. I rubbed the length of him through the boxers he still wore.
I was having the most amazing dream about Emma being in my bed, her blonde hair rambling across my face and pillow. She had just reached down to stroke my cock, and I couldn't stop the groan that escaped my throat. The sound was loud and brought me out of my hazy dream to find that it wasn't quite a dream. I tensed in shock, suddenly remembering that Emma was in my bed, and I had my hand between her legs.
I stopped abruptly, but her hand had quite a grip on my cock. Her breath was coming in little puffs as she wantonly rubbed against me in the still dark room. "Killian," she begged. I dragged my hand from between her legs and reached between us quickly to still hers.
"Emma…" My voice was tight, ragged. She pressed against me, trying to urge me back into the mindless bliss. "Emma." I could hear the pain in my voice, knowing this was going to break us both if we didn't stop right now. I pulled her hand from between our bodies and placed it on top of the covers, wrapping my arm around her. I released her leg from between mine, and she tried to turn, to twist into me. "Love, darling, shhhh."
"No, Killian, don't stop, please?" She rubbed her body against mine, her heat thrusting against my cock. My body, goddamn traitorous body, thrust forward, grinding against her. She wiggled her hand free and somehow managed to get herself naked from the waist down. She pulled away just far enough to dig through the opening in my boxers to release my cock from its cage.
"Emma, love, you don't want to do this." I grabbed at her hand, but she had quite a grip. She stroked me, eliciting a feral snarl from my lips. "God, Emma, please, I don't want you like this." I was barely under control. If she didn't stop, I'd take her right then and there.