Daydreaming About Him Novels & Stories

I playfully roll my eyes before shifting closer to him, where he rests his hand on my stomach. " Satisfied?" He nods with a small smile. " So demanding." I comment and now he is the one who rolls his eyes at me. " I want you close Peaches, is that too much to ask?" He quirks his brow. I shake my head. " So, what would you like to talk about?" " Your dreams." " My dreams ?" I frown a little. " Yeah, like that land you've been dreaming of purchasing and you wanted to kill me, over."

They looked at each other, and he stared at them coldly. "Are you done?" he asked. "Darling, why aren't you hard?" the girl with black hair asked. "It seems the four of you weren't seductive enough. Leave my room now." The four girls left the room, and he locked the door so no one would interrupt his dreams of the woman with purple highlights. Instead of sexual dreams, his thoughts were of playing in a field and having children. He dreamed of three children while she held one who was around a year old.

A smile crossed my face as sleep began to take over. In a half-dream state, I heard him whisper, "In just a year, I'll be an adult. I hope you can wait for me." I woke in the middle of the night to find he had kicked off his blanket. Gently, I covered him again. That night, I had a vivid dream. I dreamt I had won the lottery, and when I went to claim my prize, it was Jared. Though I thought the winnings would end my financial struggles, seeing Jared made me equally happy.

“You should get some sleep.” His hand settles on the small of my back again, and I love and hate the way his touch makes me feel. I’ve missed his touch badly, but my sex drive has gone into overdrive in the last few days, and my dreams have all involved him naked and with me, who is also naked. In itself, it’s nothing new. Jim has been the subject of my sex dreams for many years, though knowing what he’s really like in bed makes me want him even more.

I wonder if he sees me. Sighing in resignation, I look up into the sky and try to clear my head. Suddenly, my mind goes back to the dream I had this morning. It felt so real. He was so real. I keep trying to recall what he said to me. He called me something, but I can’t remember. When I close my eyes, the only thing I see is him.

That just like he cuddled me to sleep last night, that he would still be in bed when I woke up. But he isn't, and it's weird. Even the look he is giving me right now is off. “Are you sure?” His jaw tenses before he finally asks, “Do you always dream about him?” I blink. “What?” “Luca,” he says. The name sounds heavier coming from his mouth. “Do you always have nightmares about him? Dreams? Sex dreams?” I swallow hard. This can't be good. I shrug, pulling the sheet tighter around my chest. “Most of the time yes, but I don't have sex dreams about him, what is this about?”

she muttered under her breath. He closed his eyes to get his thoughts right. It was a dream. Zaria under him was all a dream. “It looks like you were having a nightmare,” she said with concern and he almost laughed. He can't exactly say what kind of ‘dream’ he was having, can he? “I was just dreaming of the past,” he said innocently and she tilted her head in confusion. However, she didn't bother to ask. “You don't have to think about it. It wasn't any bad memory or sort,” he clarified. More like, it was a memory he wants to recall each day.

“He walked me back from the cafeteria after dinner, and for some reason, right before he left, he blurted out that he’s been dreaming about me. For a long time. Like… years. Since before he even met me.” I watched Brice’s eyebrows shoot up and his mouth drop open. He was clearly just as shocked to hear this revelation as I had been when Liam had told me. Well, maybe not quite as shocked, but close to it. “Dreams about you?” Brice asked, once he had control of his mouth again. I nodded. Then, he got a mischievous twinkle in his eye and asked, “What kind of dreams?”

He's currently with his walking therapist or whatever they call him, and I feel like I'm having the worst day ever. It's been two days since I had that weird sex dream about Liam… Not weird per say, cause I really enjoyed it honestly, and telling him about it just made us both feel like hell. It was a mistake I shouldn't have went for, cause he just laid there, listening to me talk about fuckin him and I went on to pour out my kinky desire, knowing that if he tries to bang me. He might break more than just his bones. I am so pathetic. I glance at Vilda who is standing at the other end of the pool.

I felt his tight grip in there, like he'll never let go of me. "Last time we talked, you were the one who's wet dreaming about me. But damn it! You made me dream about you. I wasn't able to sleep properly these past few days." He said that without even blinking. He was looking at me intently. My breathing became heavier and my heart went crazy. What does he mean? He dreamed about me? What kind of dream? I inhaled deeply when he leaned closer and kiss me on the neck. "You tortured me in my sleep."