Page 132 of Bewitched By the Sea Monster
“You were,” I rasped. “Plentynaughty.”
“Oh, yes?”
“If you want more details”—I booped the tip of his nose—“I think we’ll have to agree on a fair exchange. You tell me the naughty things I did in your dream, and I’ll tell you what you did in mine.”
His nostrils billowed. “You r-r-rode me.”
Which…
I didn’t know what I’d expected him to say. But it hadn’t been that.
“I rode you?”
“Yes.” A shudder quaked his body.
“I…Interesting.”Hot. Okay. That washot.Although… “I don’t quite think the mechanicsof that would work.”
An image flipped into my head.
There and gone, in less than an instant. So fast, I couldn’t absorb it. But fragments of the flash lingered.
Me straddling the tall man from my dream.Ridinghim. Watching his sweat-slick body strain beneath me and savoring his anguished mewls and grunts.
Well…
I was officially, thoroughly, anduncomfortably,turned on.
“Anything can work. In a dream,” Alistair said.
“Yeah.” I gulped. “Guess so.”
“And you?” Alistair asked.
“Me?” I parroted dumbly.
“What naughtinessdid I do? In your dream?”
“Oh.OH.I…We…we…There was…kind of a lot. But the bulk of it…you were…pleasuring me. Under the stars.”
“I was?” Alistair’s voice deepened. Roughened. “How?”
Stars. Help me.
“With your mouth.”
He rumbled, and his arousal plowed into my side like a javelin thrown by an Olympic athlete. It stole my breath, leeched every ounce of blood out of my head. All of it. Every single drop. It all rushed down, pooling between my legs.
Brainsneededblood to operate.
Because otherwise, they blurted stuff like this: “Would you…since we both…you know…had wet dreams…would you wanna…nothave them be dreams? Make them real?”
Alistair sucked in a big breath, one that fanned out the gills along the side of his neck.
“Obviously some things we can’t…but other things we can. Right? If we get imaginative. Would you want to?”
Blackness pooled across his eyes as his pupils dilated, almost choking out the orange. “I would love to.”
Thank the stars.
