Lazily, she slid her fingers to her br**sts. They felt full and heavy. She sank back into the best dream she had ever had. In it, she was on a dance floor with Travis, and he was kissing her.

The fantasy kiss was so real, so hot. She ran one hand down from her br**sts to between her legs and stroked herself. She didn’t want to rouse herself to get her vibrator from the bedside table. She wanted to keep dreaming about Travis kissing her while she slowly rubbed her clit.

Her fingers slipped and slid between her folds. Lily drowsily smiled at how wet she already was from a dream. Travis had always been able to do that to her, she mused.

She felt his name upon her lips and knew that as she came she would say it and it would be almost as if he was there with her. She spread her legs and opened her thighs, plunging her fingers in an out of her slippery cunt, bucking into her hands.

“Travis!”

The orgasm was short but oh so sweet. Her hands fell to the bed, and she stretched her sated body all the way from her head to her toes.

And then she opened up her eyes and nearly fainted again from shock.

Chapter Three

Travis didn’t know what had consumed him. All he knew was that from the moment Lily had stepped out on the runway in that dress, he had been unable to think of anything but getting her into bed.

And now, as crazy as it seemed, he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her pink wetness. Travis couldn’t have asked for anything more arousing than watching her writhe on his bed while she made herself come, her thighs spread, her finger wet as it slid in and out of her incredibly tight cunt.

Travis watched her stretch and admired her curves, curves that he had always thought were too big. He grew another impossible inch behind the zipper of his jeans as Lily opened her eyes.

“Feel better now?” he asked.

Lily’s big blue eyes were wide with shock, as if she hadn’t known that he was sitting inches away on the edge of his bed watching her finger herself. She tried to cover her br**sts and the thatch of red hair between her legs with her hands.

He grinned at what a good actress she was. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to hide those from me,”

he said, looking at her br**sts, the plump flesh spilling over her forearms.

“Travis, I didn’t know…” she said, but he leaned over and silenced her with a kiss.

“Enough games,” he said. “You’ve got me so hard I’m about to blow in my pants.”

Lily’s eyes grew even wider as she lay beneath him. “It wasn’t a dream?” she said, her words barely louder than a whisper.

Travis grinned. She was good at pretending innocence. Really good. “It’s a dream if you want it to be,”

he said, bending his head down to her br**sts. “I’m going to suck on these for a while,” he added, “so feel free to come again if you need to.”

Lily gasped as he grazed her hard nipple with his teeth. He used both of his hands beneath her br**sts to push them together, sucking first one nipple, then the other, then both.

“Take me, Travis,” she said, and he lifted his head.

Just hearing those words come out of her mouth made his c**k nearly explode. Lightning fast, he ripped off his jeans, boxer shorts, and his T-shirt.

He followed Lily’s eyes to his penis.

“You like?” he asked, knowing what her answer would be but wanting to hear it anyway.

She reached for him. “It’s huge,” she said, “even bigger than I thought it would be.”

A thick spurt of precome emerged from his engorged cock. Travis pushed her hand away. She reached for him again, and he said, “If you touch me, I’ll blow.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to feel you inside of me. Like that. That big.”

Travis quickly sheathed himself in a condom and positioned himself atop Lily on his bed. He had never had sex with a woman on his bed before, but if it was always this hot, he was definitely going to have to rethink his have-sex-at-their-house rule.

Lily was soft and warm beneath him. Her smell, vanilla mixed with sex, was both comforting and exciting.

Travis propped himself up again and settled the tip of his shaft between her legs. He slid his head into her wet heat and had to pull out immediately. He hadn’t come so close to premature ejaculation since he was sixteen in the backseat of his souped up Chevy with the head cheerleader.

But then Lily pressed her hips to his, and he did what he had wanted to do since the moment she walked out onstage: He plunged all the way into her.

“Oh God, Travis, don’t stop,” she said as she flexed her inner muscles against the length of him.

Even if he had wanted to stop, he couldn’t have. She was too hot, too wet. He could taste her on his lips, feel her wetness still on his thigh. The only choice he had was to explode in her willing cunt.

Leaning down until her full br**sts rubbed against his chest, Travis moved in and out of her in long, intense strokes. Lily watched him, her eyes a deep, dark blue, her plump lower lip between her teeth, then her eyes fluttered closed.

He marveled at how responsive she was. She was eating him up and begging for more. Well, he thought with a groan, she had come to the right place.

It took every ounce of will to hold himself back so that Lily came again before he lost it. He dripped with sweat, causing them to slip and slide against each other. Her ni**les raked across his chest. Her hands slid on the hard planes of his shoulders, his narrow hips, then back up to the back of his head.

Her moans merged with his, and her cunt squeezed him.

All thoughts of control gone, he plunged in and out of her, a rabid beast with only one thought: to claim the woman beneath him.

Travis exploded into an orgasm so big that pins and needles surged through his limbs. From within a deep fog, he thought he heard Lily cry, “Travis,” but all he wanted was to keep coming like this forever.

He took her lips roughly, sure that he was hurting her with his savagery but unable to do anything else.

Lily took as good as he gave, thrusting her hips into his so hard that there would be bruises.

At last Travis fell against her, his heart beating an out-of-control staccato. Holding her in his arms, still nestled between her legs, he rolled over to one side. Incredibly well sated, Travis fell asleep.

Being with Travis had been so much better than any of her dreams. Lying in the crook of his arms as he breathed deep and even, Lily was tempted to let herself fall asleep with him. In his bed. In his loft.