Chapter 103: lucid dream

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: lucid dream

She shut her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep, hoping the hours wouldn’t feel too long. Her heart was still beating fast, but it gradually slowed as her mind drifted back to the softer things he had said earlier.

Those words followed her down into sleep, wrapping around her until she rested deeply and beautifully.

On the other side of the pillow wall, Reid remained fully awake. He was simply happy she was here. From the steady rhythm of her breathing—even without seeing her face—he could tell she had already fallen asleep.

He couldn’t sleep. Not because he didn’t want to. Every time he closed his eyes, she filled his head completely—Amelia with nothing on, bare skin warm under his hands, no bra in the way. He could almost see the soft weight of her breasts, the way her nipples would look... tight, dark, begging to be sucked until she was squirming and wet for him.

His cock stirred hard against the sheets, thickening fast, straining with every filthy image that refused to leave. The pressure only grew, heavy and insistent, until he had to shift his hips just to ease it.

Fuck. Snap out of it reid. Your dick has a mind of its own.

He needed to sleep. He had to wake up early so he could bring her a beautiful breakfast in bed. That would definitely make her like him more.

The more he sank into those thoughts, the heavier his eyelids became. Eventually he succumbed and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, the room felt different... yet the same.

And Amelia was cuddling him.

Is he dreaming?

He looked around carefully. The pillows that had divided the bed were gone. Her arms were wrapped around him, and she showed no sign of wanting to let go. This had to be a dream. A lucid dream.

That was the best thing he could get right now.

Amelia, for her part, also believed she was lucid dreaming. Being this close to him without any of the usual shame felt so good. As long as the man in front of her wasn’t the real one, she could allow herself to be free with him.

She locked eyes with him.

Reid’s voice came out low and rough.

"Your lips are very tempting right now."

Amelia’s gaze dropped to his mouth for a second before she answered, voice soft and daring. "Then why don’t you come taste them... see if they’re as tempting as you think."

Reid didn’t hesitate. Believing he could do anything he wanted in this dream, he pulled her flush against him and claimed her mouth hard.

Fuck— for a lucid dream, her lips tasted exactly like they did in reality. Soft. Warm. Addictively tempting.

Amelia pressed closer, a moan slipping into his mouth as his tongue slid against hers. Heat pooled low in her belly until she couldn’t stay still. She started rubbing herself against him, chasing friction.

I’ll enjoy this dream as much as I want.

His hand cradled the back of her neck while her fingers dug into his back. Still kissing, his hands began exploring. He squeezed her breasts through the thin fabric, then pinched her nipples until she gasped into his mouth.

"Fuck... these pretty tits feel even better than I imagined," he muttered against her lips. "You like that?"

"Yes—" she breathed. "Don’t stop."

He reached between them and stroked his hardening cock through his underwear. Even in the dream it felt thick and heavy in his hand.

Their breathing grew heavier. The kissing turned sloppy and needy—wet sounds, shared gasps, soft curses murmured between lips.

"Shit... you taste so good—"

"Mmnh... Reid—"

They broke apart only long enough to undress. He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She lifted her hips so he could slide her panties down her legs. She helped him strip his shirt, then yanked his boxers down, freeing his fully hard cock. Clothes landed on the floor. They were completely naked on the bed.

Amelia felt hot and hungry. His body was a complete package—hard muscle, warm skin, that thick cock already leaking at the tip. Was this what she had been missing in the real world?

Reid felt like the happiest man alive. Even in a dream, her body was perfection.

"Look at you," he said, voice rough with want. "This perfect little body... these soft tits, this wet pussy already dripping for me. Fuck, I want to bury my face between your legs and eat you until you’re shaking and begging. I want to ruin this pretty cunt and fill it until it’s overflowing. Things I never thought I’d say out loud to you without you running away."

Amelia’s breath hitched. "You can do whatever you want."

She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her wet pussy pressed directly against his throbbing cock. She started grinding slowly, sliding her slick folds up and down his shaft. He gripped her ass tightly, guiding her as she rolled her hips faster. The head of his cock kept brushing her clit, drawing loud moans from both of them.

"More—" her voice cracked. "Please, more."

"You love that?" he asked, hands squeezing harder. "Riding my cock like this?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I want more—"

She went faster, hips rolling with growing urgency. Something tight and hot was building deep inside her. Nothing was going to hold her back—this dream was hers.

"Ah... fuck... Reid—" Soft, broken moans spilled from her lips as she braced her hands on his shoulders. "It feels so good... don’t stop—"

Reid squeezed one breast, thumb teasing the nipple. "That’s it... ride me just like that." His other hand came down in a sharp slap against her ass.

She jerked hard at the sting, pleasure sparking through her. "Nnh—! Yes... again—"

Is this why people enjoy intimacy so much?

She had definitely been missing a whole lot of it.

In one smooth motion Reid flipped them. Suddenly she was beneath him, looking up with a whimpering gaze.

"Why did you stop?"

His hand traced slowly down her body until his fingers grazed her clit. She shook at the contact.

"Fuck...Sweet and wet just for me."

His voice was rough with hunger. "I’ve always wanted to do this for so long."