Waking Dreams

Matt woke up in a cold sweat. Disoriented, he looked around, wondering where he was. Was he at his apartment? And where was she? He reached out instinctively to check the bed beside him, but it was empty. He sat up, still groggy from the meds he had taken. Mercifully, at least his migraine seemed to have passed. He switched on the bedside light and looked around again.

Okay, so he was in his room at the Kane mansion. And he was alone. Why had it felt so natural to reach out next to him when he had slept alone every night since the accident? He stood up slowly and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face till his mind felt a little clearer. Going back to his room, he took a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and sat down in one of the large sofas. Sipping slowly, he let himself recall the dream that had woken him up.

What a dream it had been! Matt leaned back, closed his eyes, and let himself relive his dream.

In it, he swung her up in his arms, making her giggle in surprised delight. "Matt!" she cried out in a voice that was strangely familiar, though he could not quite place it. He strode off, still carrying her, passing through rooms that he almost recognized, but not quite. She was so small, so delicate, he thought, bending to brush a kiss on her forehead. At last he arrived at a door that he somehow knew led to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and carried her over to the massive bed. He laid her down, smirking at her.

"Where will you go now?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes gleaming as he gazed down at her.

She giggled again, stretching luxuriously. "I don't want to go, I want to come," she whispered, running a hand seductively down her body.

"Fuck, baby, when you look at me like that, I want to be inside you all night," he growled, throwing off his shirt. He yanked off his pants and stood there in his boxers, enjoying the way she was drinking in his nudity. His breathing quickened as he saw her gaze slip lower to the hard bulge in his shorts. "Strip for me, sweetie, I want to see your gorgeous body."

She undressed slowly, giving him a show. His breath caught as he saw her beautiful body revealed, inch by sexy inch. Her breasts were perfect, round and full, their small, dusky nipples taut and begging for his attention. As he watched, she rolled off the flimsy little thong she wore, baring herself completely to him.

"Fuck…" he whispered, pulling off his boxers and tossing them carelessly aside. He stroked his thick, rigid cock, watching the movement of her tongue as she licked her lips. "I need you now, baby…" He lowered himself to her, sliding into her wet heat in one smooth movement. His hot, hungry mouth descended to her aching nipples as he pumped in and out of her, driven still higher by her breathless moans and gasps. She locked her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper inside her slick passage. He caressed her back as they made love, feeling the scars that disfigured her otherwise perfect body but somehow in the dream they did not surprise him. Then her muscles clenched around his thick hardness, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Matt!" she cried out as she came, her climax pushing him to completion as well.

Matt's eyes snapped open, her cries of ecstasy still echoing in his ears. He realized that his cock was hard and throbbing with need just from the memory of his dream. "Damn!" He stroked himself now, trying desperately to recall the face of the woman from his dream who had given him such a hard-on. That voice, that body, that sweet, tight pussy - and those scars he had felt on her back - was she a memory from his past, a figment of his fevered imagination, or perhaps, a vision of what could be if he gave in to his desire for Sarah? If that was the case, then how did those scars fit in? Was it even possible for a dream to be so graphic, so explicit in detail that he could remember every sigh, every husky moan, every sexy whimper from those beautiful lips as he had made love to her? He groaned, pumping his cock harder now. Whoever the woman in his dream had been, the one who made his body rigid and hard with desire in his waking hours lay asleep next door to him.

He remembered the feel of her, the taste of her, from just a few hours ago. Christ! What was it about Josh's little nanny that set him off like a horny teenager? he wondered. Those perfect, round breasts, the breathy little sounds of encouragement she had made when he had suckled those gorgeous tits…the thought of how wet she had been for him, how NEEDY, whimpering his name as he had fingered her, made his cock jerk and bob eagerly.

"Fuck!" he breathed, running his thumb over the crown of his shaft. Her mouth had been so hot, he thought, just the sight of her on her knees before him, her sexy lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, had made him lose control and climax embarrassingly quickly. And now, just the memory of how her mouth had felt on his erection, the expression in her eyes as she sucked him off, brought him to completion almost immediately.

Matt lay in a state of semi-sleep for a long time afterward, his thoughts, memories, imagination, and desires all blending with each other till he could no longer tell one from the other.