Hot Dreams of a Lonely Soul (Weekend Getaways)

HOT DREAMS
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Emily A. Lawrence

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HOT DREAMS OF A

LONELY SOUL

Emily A. Lawrence

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There was no mistaking
her excitement as his fingers grazed over the moist lace of her thong. She
wriggled her core against his hand in supplication. Slowly, he reached inside
for a more intimate touch and pressed one finger into her wet, throbbing
channel, moving it in sensuous circles. She gasped as he flicked his thumb
against her clit, feeling the pleasure building up inside her, but all too soon
the sensation was gone and she was left aching for more.

Carly Smith awoke to an empty bed, covered in sweat, with
the sheets tangled around her legs, her breath ragged and her heart pounding
heavily against her ribcage as desperate desire seared through her. The
atmosphere in the room was filled with the scent of her yearning. Her belly was
heavy and aching from not having had her release. Why the hell could she not
enjoy an orgasm before the dream burst? Unfortunately, having hot dreams about
her new handsome boss became a habit that stole her sleep every night, turning
her entire body into a time bomb of need, ready to explode. Her pussy, already
soaked and throbbing, ached for attention, craved to be stroked, fondled,
fucked, and yet she was afraid.

Carly hadn’t been with a man in two years. After getting out
of a bad marriage with a jealous, abusive tyrant at the age of twenty-six, she
found herself unable to trust men or allow them into her life. Disappointed and
hurt, she chose to seclude herself in the small town of Mill Valley, California,
as far away as possible from New York and her ex-husband.

Despite her efforts not to draw attention to herself, as a
former bikini model, wherever she went heads turned. Of average height and with
a slim but curvy figure, long, dark, wavy hair and light, crystal clear, blue
eyes, she was a stunning beauty. Men wanted and desired her, but she always
found a way to evade them, the hungry, lustful look in their eyes often causing
her to shudder in revulsion as she guessed their intentions.

After her traumatizing experience with her ex-husband, only
one man had managed to fill her thoughts and her dreams. The image of her
thirty-year-old boss, Robert, caused a sharp, sweet sensation to shoot to her
groin and she panted for breath, squeezing her eyes shut.
This is madness
. The sweat trickled between her breasts, so she
grabbed the hem of her nightgown and worked it upward. Her fingers brushed her
legs as she slowly lifted the nightgown away, all the time imagining it was him
doing it. Cool night air brushed her bare legs, raising goose bumps on her skin.
She pulled the wet garment over her head and tossed it to the floor before her
hands cupped her swollen breasts and began fiddling with her nipples, gently
twisting the tender tips until they grew hard.

With a frustrated groan, she reached into the bedside table
drawer and withdrew her dildo, the only thing that could offer her the comfort
she needed and tame the burning fire between her legs. She ran her hands over
the shaft of the dildo to feel its texture before she led it to her entrance.
All she wanted was to take it into her scorching pussy, so she didn’t hover and
drove it inside, then pulled it back out, repeating the process over and over
again,
calling
his name. “Damn it, Robert! I want you
so much,” she cried, her moans of ecstasy reverberating throughout the room as
she gave into her carnal desires. Her hips bucked and her back arched, but even
with the dildo fucking her, somehow it wasn’t enough.

Pleasuring herself had become her only way to relieve the
sexual tension building inside her, figuring her mind would clear. It didn’t
help much. Her need for him grew stronger and she had a hard time concentrating
at work, especially when she caught him gazing and shooting sexy glances at
her. She wondered what was going through his mind, or why a young, handsome man
like him, brilliant architect and owner of a prestigious architecture firm was
still single, but she couldn’t find an answer. Her new job as his assistant was
nothing like her career in modeling, but she enjoyed the less exposed side of
it. Secretly, she fantasized about making love to him in every way humanly
possible and wished she were brave enough to risk attempting to turn fantasies
into reality.

Suddenly, the walls of her vagina began to shake with a
gradually increasing tempo. Soon, her entire vagina was convulsing, squeezing,
and vibrating like a quivering glove around the stiff dildo as she moved it
more rapidly. She put her fingertips on her clit and rubbed, increasing her
pleasure even more until she felt the vaguely familiar beginning of an orgasm.
“
Ohh
!
Ohh
!
Yes!” Her convulsions wrenched her. Lightning bolts coursed through her flesh
as she writhed furiously, spasms stabbing through her entire body. She was out
of control, unable and unwilling to stop the waves of pleasure crashing over
her. As the spasms subsided, her body relaxed and her breathing returned to
normal, but just like every single time, as soon as it was over, the spell was
gone and once again she found herself alone in her bed. She sighed and gently
pulled the intruder out, still feeling the moisture and heat of her sex. Tears
pricked her eyes but she refused to cry and quickly changed the sweaty sheets
before she went to the bathroom to shower, hoping it would wash away her
sorrow.

She let the steaming-hot water pour over her for more than
fifteen minutes before she began to wash herself, lathering her breasts and
cunt excessively without realizing it, still a little groggy and teary. Once
she was done, she dried on a soft, fluffy towel, and then studied her
well-shaped body in the full-length mirror. In spite of her amazing looks she
didn’t feel beautiful anymore. Her ex-husband’s harsh words had made sure she’d
never feel so again.

Carly almost jumped when she heard the sound of her
doorbell. “Damn it, who could
it
be at this hour?” She
put on the first nightgown she found in her drawer, pulled a robe on as well,
and rushed to the door. Her belly flip-flopped, and her breath caught in her
throat when she peeked through the peephole and saw the man in her dreams
waiting patiently on the other side of the door. She brushed her fingers
through her hair in agitation, not sure whether to let him in or not. A part of
her jumped up and down with excitement, but the other was frozen in place,
afraid to be alone in her apartment in the middle of the night with a man she
barely knew but so much desired. A sudden impulse made her grab the key and
unlock the door, which brought her face to face with him.

She blinked perplexed, and the eerie feeling came back to
her. He looked over her from head to toe, mouth partly opened. His hair looked
as though he had been running his fingers through it, perhaps even grasping
strands in frustration. He hadn't shaved for several days and the dark stubble
lining his chin made him look rather scruffy. Even so, his untidy appearance
still attracted her, and his now familiar musky scent combined with his cologne
caused her insides to liquefy. “Mr. Benton, it is way past midnight. What are
you doing here?” she asked drily. Shivers ran up and down her spine, as she
clutched the doorknob for balance.

“May I come inside?”

Carly hesitated concerned, battling the fears she deemed
herself powerless against.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice mild.

Despite her doubts, she stepped aside and allowed him to
walk in. She felt panicky, her heart beating so fast she thought it might
shatter, and yet she could not bring herself to ask him to leave and shut the
door in his face. “Um...take a seat. Can I get you anything?”

He shook his head and sat down on her couch, his eyes glued
to her. “Please. Don’t be afraid,” he said, pointing at the space next to him
for her to sit down as well.

She settled on the far end of the couch, intrigued by his
presence in her home. “Did something happen at work?” She tried to hide the
tremor in her voice, but no matter how hard she fought her own nervousness, she
was wrung out.

“No. My presence here has nothing to do with work. I am here
to see you.”

“Me?” she murmured dismayed, every nerve ending in her body
standing on full alert.

He nodded. “Look, I don’t want to waste your time, nor mine.
I am a man who prefers straightforwardness, so I’ll spill it out for you
sincerely.” He paused and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Ever since I met
you...ever since you stepped into my office for that job interview. I’ve been
having trouble sleeping. I close my eyes and there you are. I want to devour
you, to consume you and make you mine permanently. I want you. I want you so
bad, like I’ve never wanted anybody in my life.” His eyes bored into hers,
holding her captive within his heated gaze. “Ever wanted something so bad that
you feel like you'll die if you don't get it? That’s how I’m feeling right now.”

Carly’s mouth dropped open and suddenly the air was thick
with all the possibilities his words conjured. Panic-stricken, she shifted
uncomfortably on the
couch,
the heated gleam in his
dark glare telling her he was dead serious. Her robe fell open to reveal her
sheer silk nightgown, and his gaze automatically fell to the rise and fall of
her breasts. Her nipples hardened in reaction, becoming visible through the
fabric, and by the hungry look he was giving them she realized he was dying to wrap
his mouth around them. The pulse in her neck beat double time, and without
thought she ran her tongue over her dry lips, drawing his gaze back to her
mouth and making him scoot closer in reflex. She got to her feet, stepping away
from him as she hastily adjusted her robe. Shaking like a leaf in the wind, she
opened her mouth to speak. “Sir, I—”

“Carly, stop calling me sir,” he growled, standing up as
well. “I am Robert for you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks.
“Ro-Robert...you should go.” Her voice was weak and low, lacking the strength
to order him to leave. It only brought him closer to her. “Please...” She
started for the door, but he lightly grabbed her arm to stop her.

His eyebrows knitted together, as if remembering something unpleasant.
“I know what that lowlife, good for nothing idiot did to you,” he muttered, a
mixture of rage and bitterness coating his voice.

Astonishment bleached her face, as she gaped at him in
shock. “What are you talking about?”

“I know about your husband.” He scowled in disgust and the
hair on the back of her neck bristled at the mere mention of the man.

She felt out of breath, as though a hard punch had landed to
her stomach. Horrified, she began to hyperventilate in her attempt to
compensate for her loss of oxygen. “How—”

“I always check the people I interview before deciding to
hire them. Because of the reasons I mentioned earlier, I did a more thorough
check and discovered some really disturbing things that made me so mad. I
contemplated going after him and strangling him. He deserves no less for the
damage he’s done to you.” His nostrils flared and his eyes were glassy, anger
written across his face, distorting his beautiful features.

“What? How dare you snoop into my life like that? You have
no right!”

“I know how he tried to make you doubt yourself, your
beauty, your femininity.” He went on, undisturbed by her reaction. “How he made
you feel less of a woman, just so he’d feel superior to you and dominate you.”

“Shut up! How the hell do you know all these things?” The
last words were smothered, as the tears choked her. The terrible feeling of
hopelessness and shame consumed her, and agony stabbed through her brain as the
horrible memories of her past came back full force, making her feel physically
ill. Carly clutched at her stomach as nausea threatened to overcome her.

“I can see it in your eyes, in your behavior, in the way you
dress, always trying to hide your figure so you wouldn’t attract any unwanted
attention. You’re afraid of any man who might cross your path because of that
animal. You’re insecure. You’re unable to detach yourself from your past. I can
understand that to a certain degree. After all, your life with him had never
been easy.”

“Please, stop—”

“But I want to help. I want to show you that all those
things he did to make you feel worthless and weak were nothing but the product
of a sick mind. I want you to see how special you are and never again bow your
head, nor feel ashamed. I want to hold you and love you and make you feel like
a true woman, which you most certainly are.” He circled her waist and pulled
her into his arms before she could get a grip on herself.

“No, let me go,” she whined, writhing against him. “I don’t
want anything from you. Please go,” she pleaded, the perpetual goose bumps
traveling over her body causing her insides to quiver.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, but I’ve seen the way
you look at me when you think I’m not watching. I smell your arousal and see
the flush on your face. You want this as much as I do. Your body physically
aches for mine as mine does for you.” His hand moved south and stroked the
curve of her bottom. “Don’t fight it.”

Carly whimpered at the unexpected touch, and as he lowered
his mouth to hers, she tensed, her eyes wide with worry. “No—”

Robert’s mouth crushed down on hers in a driven,
passion-drenched kiss. “I want you...so much...” he whispered and caught her
lips again, turning the kiss bolder as he sent his tongue in deep to lick at
the roof of her mouth.

Heat spread through her, clouding her mind, and every cell
in her body screamed for union with him, on every level.
Oh, no
, she thought frantically, aware of the uncontrollable
physical response to this man she knew so little about, the air between them
crackling with sexual tension.