His kisses are just like I remember from that picnic we had forever ago. As he kisses me, he pushes us backward until he then pushes me down to be on my bed.
Now, I’m a little more nervous. No, I’m extremely nervous, but he just lifts my chin and smiles at me before kissing me again. His hands fall onto my shoulders, and then they lower to the hem of the light nightgown I always wear to bed. He gathers the soft material up and lifts the nightgown off. I shiver and cross my arms, a little embarrassed for him to have made me so vulnerable already. I’m now before him in only panties, and that’s hardly fair considering he’s entirely dressed.
Wait. Do I want him undressed? Because if he doesn’t have any clothes on, we both know how this is going to end.
Do I want that?
Maybe I need to stop being in my head so much and just feel, just experiment.
That’s what Bay would do.
Fire and brimstone, I need to stop worrying about what Bay would do if she were in my situation, especially when it concerns Sage! I'll never forget what he said after the first and only time we had sex.
“I really like you, Bay.”
Yes, he called me by my twin’s name.
That's some of the reasons why Bay hates Sage.
But I don’t hate him. Not at all, and I do love his kisses.
His fingers trickle down my sides, and he clasps my hands, drawing them up to his mouth for a sweet kiss. Then, he turns my hands over and kisses each palm. It’s so sweet that I let out a soft moan.
His eyes twinkle, and he releases my hands. His palm falls onto my breasts, and I suck in a breath. His fingers tease my nipple, and I arch my back, accepting his touch.
Slowly, his hand slides down my body, and then he touches my slick folds. As much as I may pretend that I think that this is wrong, that I should stop him, I don't want to. I need his touch. I crave it.
His fingers slip inside me, and I close my eyes and pump my hips, trying to get him to move his fingers faster. I want to release, and I want it now.
Abruptly, his fingers curl, and they brush against my G-spot. I go to moan, but his hand covers my mouth. My eyes fly open, and my jaw drops.
It’s not Sage fingering me. Damon is, and Sage is nowhere to be found.
What in the world? How can—
A dream.
A sex dream.
Fire and brimstone, I might as well enjoy myself then. How would sex with Damon be?
He leans down, his breath hot on my skin, and he places so many kisses all over my body, even on my nipples, my neck, and down my belly. His mouth doesn’t go between my legs. No, instead, he uses his teeth to pull my panties off. It’s so hot, and I am dripping wet, desperate with need.
Damon eyes me, and I nod. As quick as he can, he strips off his clothes. I’m a little disappointed that I can’t see his lower half, but he’s already pressing his tip against my opening. I nod again and bite my lower lip, bracing myself to feel him enter, not wanting to make a sound. Even if this is a dream, I don’t need to scream and shout. The thought that we might get caught only adds to my excitement.
He stares at me, and I nod frantically. Didn’t I already signal him the go-ahead? What is he waiting for?
Without warning, he enters me, and my mouth closes and then hangs open. Damon is a slow, passionate lover. He never stops touching or caressing or kissing me all over. His cock enters and exits me time and again, and it’s building. So much pressure is building. All I want is to find release, for Damon to help me orgasm. When I come, I just know it’s going to be strong and solid.
But he’s thrusting far slower than I would’ve thought. I’m still building, though, and I want to orgasm so badly that I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I lift up slightly and grip Damon’s face on either side. Gently, I draw him to me, and I kiss his lips. They part automatically, and I slip my tongue into his mouth. Damon sighs against me, and I swallow back a scream of frustration.
Harder. Faster. Deeper. That’s what I want, and I want it now.
But when I open my mouth, no words come out. I’m at the mercy of Damon and his cock, and it’s frustrating, but there’s also a reward to patience.
Or, at least, there better be.
His cock is huge, filling me, and I love how it feels. I love the weight of his body, and I try to focus more on him, on touching and feeling every part of his muscular body. Sage is strong too, but he’s a little bulkier of the two. Damon is more cut, his muscles more defined.
I don’t want to compare them, their bodies, their kisses, or their cocks. All I want to do is feel, and feel, and feel…
With a soft grunt, Damon releases. I can feel him as he ejaculates inside me, and it’s such an erotic feeling. I’m almost there as he continues to pump, almost there…
My eyes open, and I see that Sage isn't here, and neither is Damon. The dream is over. I'm not sure what woke me up, but I'm awake now, and I am so damn frustrated.
I yank the blanket off my hot body, and I rub my thighs together. I’m soaking wet. Of course I am. I just had an amazing sex dream with not one but two hot guys. What girl wouldn’t be all
