I woke up hard and pissed off, heart hammering like I'd just sprinted through the woods. I dreamed the same dream with Elise again.
"Sweet bleeding fucks!"
In the dream we'd been out under that big oak on the edge of the eastern woods again, the one with the thick branches that blocked out most of the sky. The grass was cool and damp against my knees.
Elise was completely naked on her back, legs spread wide over my shoulders, her skin slick with sweat that made her thighs slide against my ears. The air smelled musky and sweet and so fucking addictive I couldn't get enough.
I had my face buried between her legs, tongue dragging over her clit before pushing inside her. She tasted salty and warm, dripping down my chin as I licked and sucked harder. Her hands twisted tight in my hair, nails scraping my scalp.
"Yes," she moaned, loud and broken. "Right there—"
