In Her Dreams by Bolryder, Terry (the reader ebook .txt) 📕

so lightly over it before I go back to answering her question.

“Of course. Everything you want, it’s yours, Jen.” I sit back, and my cock strains against the tight-fitting breeches.

Jen seems to notice before even I do, gaze drawn down my shirtless body toward my hips.

She reaches a hand up to stroke over my length, and I can’t hold back a groan at how sensitive her touch is. “Then hoist the mainsail,” she says with a giggle.

I snort, unsure exactly what she means but at least knowing what a mainsail is.

“What are you saying?” I capture her hands in one of mine, pinning them above her, loving the way she writhes beneath me and her eyes light up with want as I take in the sight of her curvy body, feel her softness against my thighs.

“It’s a pirate joke. You know, raise the—”

Suddenly, the ship bobs heavily as a particularly high wave crests and makes the vessel roll back and forth. I hold Jen, who squeaks in surprise as the room moves back and forth a little, and by the time it’s settled again, she’s giggling in my arms.

“Sorry. I guess the simulated waves had a little too much variation.” With a thought, the sea calms until everything is smooth around us.

“For a second, I thought there was a storm or something coming on.”

“No storms in your dreams, Jen. Only good things, excitement, happiness…” I look between us where my hardness is pressed against her hips. “Arousal. Joy.”

“And hoisted mainsails?” Her mischievous grin nearly breaks me as she wiggles against me.

“Even that.”

I let her go, and I start to unbutton my breeches, stepping off the bed to kick them aside. Meanwhile, Jen pulls off her chemise, leaving it in a silken pile as I crawl over her, watching her eyes widen as she takes in all of me and I take in all of her.

The sight of her, naked and hungry and turned on, is the only thing I could ever dream about now that I’ve found her.

“I guess we don’t need protection here since it’s a dream. It’s been so long since I…” She trails off, distracted by my member as I sit above her, spreading her legs.

“Now it’s just you and me, Jen. Forever.”

“You and me,” she replies, voice husky.

I can’t help but feel the slight sting of the missing returned promise, but I know this is still a lot for her to take in.

I’m still learning things about her, and she’s learning about me.

And the better we know each other, the more I hope she realizes how perfect of a fit we are.

I position myself at her entrance, my body thrumming with excitement and arousal so tense it’s like a bowstring.

And when I start to slide into Jen, she utters an oath, head arching back.

I slow a little, wanting to give her time, when I feel her legs wrap around me and force me the rest of the way in.

Even with the preparation, it’s a tight fit, erotic and engulfing. Like I’m joined to her body and her heart.

“That’s even better than I imagined,” Jen says, adjusting her position a little beneath me as her breathing begins to pick up.

“So you imagined this, hm?” I prop myself above her, loving how small she feels next to me. So precious and warm and soft.

She flushes with embarrassment. “No. I mean… Well, maybe once or twice.”

I lean down to nip her ear, then kiss her lobe as I reach my other hand up to stroke through her fire-red hair. “Hot. I like knowing you think about me, Jen.”

“It was just a fantasy.”

“And I’m going to make every one of your fantasies a reality. Starting with this one.”

I pull out just enough that the tip of my cock strokes over her G-spot, then thrust back in. She gasps, and I continue to hold her in my arms.

“Every. Single. Fantasy.”

Then there’s no more space for words in the erotic motion of our bodies, in the intense heat that burns between us like a furnace.

I start slow, letting her acclimate to my girth as each motion makes her moan in ragged want. Every inch of her makes my chest tighten, makes my heart throb from arousal. And each time we meet, hip to hip, it almost knocks the wind out of me.

I could have never prepared for the effect Jen has on me. In every way.

She leans up to kiss my collar, kiss my chest, as I continue to move for both of us, faster now. The wet, slick sound of us meeting fills the cabin along with the creak of the wooden bed beneath and the soft groan of the ship on the water.

But there’s nothing of the world beyond just me and her now. And even as I push us toward release, my own need to have more of her can’t be quenched, and I grasp her hair lightly, tilting her head back as I kiss down her neck and suck hard on her shoulder.

“Reve. Reve.” Her whispers are as hurried as they are hungry, body responding to every touch even as the slick thrust of my hips into her starts to fall into the motion of the ship as it rocks gently side to side, only quickening our pace.

“Jen. My love.” My voice is tight in my throat even as I continue to kiss her shoulder, her neck, up to her cheek, back to her ears.

She’s most sensitive there.

The tighter our connection is, the stronger our bond is and the more I need to touch her.

She’s getting closer, legs tightening around me as she writhes with more intensity than ever. But I’m focused, pumping into her over and over, filling her until both of us are gasping from the relentless build of need.

I’m at the edge. She’s at the edge. I can’t even feel where I am or she is at this point.

So I lean down and claim her lips in a harsh, possessive, overpowering kiss just as I