Chapitre 70: She Who Dreamt of Becoming One

I jolted upright and looked at the man sleeping beside me. 

A dream.

The whole thing was a dream. 

I swung my legs on the edge of the bed and tried to orient myself. Even though it was a dream, I could still feel how his kisses felt on my skin. How my pussy accepted his whole dick. 

I could still feel how good it was deep in me. 

My legs were shaking as I tried to stand up. I needed to cool down. That dream was too much. 

On my way to the bathroom, I looked at the clock. It was almost seven in the morning. It would be impossible for me to sleep. Not after that. 

I stepped inside the bathroom and shed my clothes, next, I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature so it would not be that cold. Satisfied, I stepped under the downpour and tilted my head, and closed my eyes. 

It was nothing more than a dream. A dream that felt so real. The way he was going to move inside me I could not help but touch myself.