'That' Scene from Falling Into You from Colton's POV

Oh god, what a dream. Strawberry blond hair tickling my face, silk-soft ivory skin warm against mine, lips touching my skin. A hand on my body. Gentle, hesitant fingers tracing my muscles, touching my chest, smoothing over my belly, then lower still.

Touching me.

It has to be a dream. I’m asleep and feeling the desires raging inside me, turning me inside out, f*cking me up. It’s too soon for this. But, in the dream, it’s happening. She’s gripping me in her hand, just cupping my erection at first. I wore shorts to bed, right? Yeah. I remember putting them on, knowing I’d need the barrier between my body and hers. If I were to wake up with her sweet round ass cushioned against me…I’d have no courage to resist her.

Even now, in this ridiculous dream, I can’t resist. The fact that it’s a dream is the only reason I’m letting it happen. Who am I kidding though? I couldn’t stop her now, dream or reality.

Her hand is sliding down my length, and I can feel her curves pressed against me. Is this a dream? I’m starting to wonder.

The waistband of my shorts has somehow gotten tugged down, and I can feel cold air on the tip. It’s such a real sensation that I’m really wondering if this is a dream. I don’t want to wake up. Nell, touching me? Stroking me? God, no. I don’t want to wake up to the reality of not being able to have her. ‘Cause, god, I want her so f*cking bad. I want this dream to be real. Her hand on my cock feels so good it’s wrong. Skin on skin, now. I feel the softness of her hands on my bare skin, exploring the ridges and veins near the top of my shaft, and good lord, it’s pure heaven.

This is too incredible to be real.

Her fist is clenched around my thickness now, and sliding up and down through the shorts. My hips move in time with her touch, her slipping sliding fingers. Sweet Jesus. Oh god. I feel the rising, the burgeoning, the upwelling of need. I moan.

Another aspect of the dream that has me drooling with sensate fantasy is my hand on her ass. I swear I can feel the muscle and the flesh, the perfect roundness of her sweet curves.

I’m close. So close. Her hand is sliding and sliding, up and down and up and down, and I’m groaning and lifting my hips to meet her, grinding into her fist. I feel her thumb rub circles around the tip, a soft yet firm caress, and it’s my undoing. In that moment, a heartbeat before I explode, I open my eyes.

It’s real. Her delicate little hand is on me, her fist looking small against my erection, her thumb pressing into pink flesh. Her eyes are on me, hot and gray-green and conflicted. Then her fist pulses around me and I come. I can’t stop it. I groan and I’m confused by what’s happening but it’s buried beneath the rushing of wave after wave of sensation. I feel myself release and watch the thick white stream arc over her hand to lie across my belly, and she’s still stroking me, and I gush again, and again. So hard. Oh god. Oh god. I can’t believe she did that.

Instead of letting go, she shoves her hand deeper inside my shorts and grips me in her fist, my bare skin clutched in her hand. I could come again just from the sight of my cock in her hand, the fact that she’s touching me.

“The f*ck?” It’s all I can manage. I’m so confused, so mixed up.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I woke up touching you by accident. And then I couldn’t stop.”

“Am I dreaming?” I mean, it could still be a dream, one of those messed-up dream-within-a-dream things.

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

I glance down at the mess on my belly. “So you just…”

Nell nods. “Yeah.”

“While I was sleeping?” I’m really awake, and I’m having a hard time processing all this. Should I be upset about this?

“Yeah. I don’t know—I’m sorry. I—I couldn’t help it. I knew I shouldn’t, but I just…” She trailed off, obviously upset with herself. Then she says, “You were so hard and big, and it had been so long, and I—”

“Nell. Shut up.” She cuts off and I wait a beat. “Look at me.”

She looks up, eyes wide and hurt and scared. “I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“I said shut up.” She looks even more confused now.

“I don’t even know what to say. I thought I was dreaming.” She’s barely breathing. “You want to know what I was dreaming about?” She nods. “Answer me. Out loud.” I need to hear her voice. Need her to understand that we’re approaching the point of no return.

Her eyes flash, and I’m not quite able to determine whether me being bossy is turning her on or pissing her off, or if there’s even a difference. “Yes, Colton. I want to know what you were dreaming about.” Her tone is submissive and her voice soft, but eyes flash fire and tell me she’s just playing along.

“You,” I say. “I was dreaming of you. I was dreaming of you doing what you apparently were actually doing.”

She trails her index finger through the viscous fluid on my belly. “Was it a good dream?” She looks up at me from beneath lowered eyelashes. “Did you like that dream?”

Oh god, did I ever. I don’t say that though. What I say instead is, “It was a conflicted dream. I shouldn’t have wanted it to not be a dream. I shouldn’t have wanted it to be real. But I did.”

“Why shouldn’t you?” she asks.

In that moment, I know only one thing: I need to taste her. I’m going to crawl down the length of her tight, sweet, soft, lush f*cking body and I’m going to rip the stupid yellow thong off her and I’m going to lick and taste and tongue and fondle her until she’s begging me to stop because it’s too f*cking good.

That’s going to happen. But first, I can tell there’s shit we have to talk through. Because we’re both mixed up about what Nell just did. So we’ll talk it out, and then I’ll go down on her until she explodes all over my face.

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