A dream of her boyfriend. (Chloe POV)

Interlude 4

Jason’s arms were strong wrapped around her. His body warm as it held her close. She was safe with him, the one man who could protect her from the world, who would never hurt her or take advantage of her. She loved his scent, and his presence against her. She loved feeling how she affected him, his arousal pressed against her belly even when they were just hugging, or when they were kissing. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she let him in, moaning as it explored, plundering her depths like she wanted him to do to the rest of her.

She pulled away first, and he let her, staring into his eyes as she stripped off her jacket, jeans, and shirt, leaving her naked to his appreciative gaze. Then he was naked too and she was back in his arms. “I want you to make love to me.” She whispered, and Jason complied as she knew he would, kneeling between her legs and using that amazing tongue on her core.

She laid on her back, her legs spread wide, like a loving girlfriend. And like the loving boyfriend he was, he lapped at her juices leaking from her lower lips, and played with her clit with his fingers. She ground her hips against him as he stroked her center, thoroughly enjoying how much she overflowed for him. How much she gushed just from his gentle touch.

Things heated up fast, as they always did with her, and soon he was laying atop her, grinding the length of his cock along her slit without actually penetrating her. She was so slippery, it was easy for them to glide together and create amazing friction that set her whole body into trembling and shaking as she came, crying out her love for her best friend, no her boyfriend who was going to break her curse at last. She calmed down after a moment, still shaking from her orgasm, but then before long was working herself back up to another.

She would come several times in her sleep before the morning came and she woke refreshed and satisfied, a big change from her usual nights of frustration.