Mmmm, the first sip was heaven! Sweet warmth covered her tongue as the liquid drifted over her teeth and gums. She held a swallow in her mouth but nearly sputtered and spewed it when the memory of drinking down another kind of hot liquid flashed in her mind. Struggling, she choked down what was left in her mouth, grabbing a napkin to tidy up the rest. She sat down at the bar, smiling to herself as she relived the sensual kisses, relishing the memory of how Davis’s hands had felt against her bosoms. Oh and that body—she needed for her brain to hold on to the image of those rippling muscles and that fine ass, not to mention…oh what the hell, that cock was definitely worth mentioning. Its bulbous head had been so shiny, slick with her saliva, and the shaft had reached so deep. Whoa! She was warmed up now. Her face and neck were flushed and her pussy was tingling. Oh fuck! If only he was there to bend her over the barstool she had parked her ass on.
She closed her eyes, dwelling on every detail of that magical moment in time, especially the way he’d manhandled and maneuvered her body. Davis knew how to handle a curvy girl and damn could that cowboy ride! She couldn’t repress her grin. Her eyes shot open as a loud banging noise forcefully shoved those wonderful thoughts to the back of her mind. Now what the fuck?
The banging continued, frightening the hell out of her. She stood, slowly following the unrelenting noise. It was coming from the back porch that faced away from Davis’s house. She peeked out the window but couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. Flicking off the inside light, she took a deep breath and quickly flipped on the light to the back porch. Her hand grasped the doorknob, ensuring it was locked before she peered out through the blinds. Huh? No fucking way.
Reaching over to the sugar bowl on the counter, she took a couple of cubes before opening the door.
“What are you doing back here?” Her tone was scolding but she smiled.
Her beautiful visitor, who had been smacking his big, clomping foot down on the bottom step as if he was knocking on the damn door, lifted his head, blowing and nickering at her. She pointed her finger at him.
“It’s late. I’ve a good mind not to give you these.” She stepped forward, once again ignoring the cold to offer her bewitching guest the sugar cubes.
He stared at her but made no move toward the sugar.
“Don’t you want it? It’s okay. Take it.”
She blinked as her vision seemingly went blurry, morphing the horse’s steady shape and dark color. Gasping with a dropping jaw, she realized her eyesight was just fine and let out a startled scream, jumping back and dropping the sugar cubes on the back deck.
“It’s you… No, no, you can’t see me like this!” She pawed at the coffee stain on her tank top over a now engorged nipple. “And my hair…wait, no…what the fuck…horse. You were a great, big, gorgeous black stallion.” Beside herself, she hopped to and fro, mumbling more to herself than to Davis. “Naked…ohmigod, you are sooo naked!” Her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. “There’s not even any shrinkage.”
Davis strode up the steps, standing before her as naked as the day he was born with his hard cock swaying. “You must be cold. May I come in and help you get warmed up?”
Speechless and foggy-headed, she stepped to the side, extending her hand toward the door, salivating as his firm, muscular ass crossed the threshold. She followed behind him like a newborn duck. Closing the door, she lingered, observing him as he took a look around the kitchen. Spying her coffee cup, he topped it off with some from the pot and handed it to her. Holy hell…he had literally meant help her warm up. She gulped her first sip, nearly burning her tongue.
“Is there somewhere we can sit and talk?” he asked.
Hyperaware that she still had a blanket around her like an old woman’s shawl, she simply nodded and strode over to the couch, taking a seat and tapping the cushion beside her with a single finger. After taking another sip of coffee, she set the cup down on a coaster on a nearby end table as buck-naked Davis took his place next to her.
“So…what did you need to talk about?” she asked him, nearly certain she was fast asleep and dreaming.
He reached over, fussing with the blanket until he had it tucked around her on one side before sliding right underneath next to her. “Come here. I’m actually pretty warm.”
Obediently, she lifted her legs, placing them over his and scooting closer. He put an arm around her, cuddling her close to his chest. I’ll just go with the flow. There is no way this is anything but a dream anyway. I’m still asleep. There was no horde of wild horses earlier and there is no shape-shifting cowboy snuggling up to me. His rock-hard, amazing cock isn’t resting on my thigh either. I’m dreaming or I’ve gone nuts. It’s a good thing all the best people are crazy anyway.
The soft lips brushing against her temple certainly seemed real, as did the strong but gentle hand smoothing her hair. Come on, imaginary cowboy…you might as well get this make-believe booty call started.
