Chapter 51

Part 4: Midsummer Dreams

Summer Holiday tossed and turned in the middle of a dream that had visited on and off her whole life. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want it to end.
The sand was warm beneath her feet and the surf lapped softly against the shore. No one else was around, just the two of them. The handsome, golden-haired man gazed at her with his midnight-blue eyes. He reached for her and she walked into his arms. He was mostly naked, a pair of cut-off jeans his only covering. She had on a sundress, with a bikini underneath. This part of the dream was the same, had been since she could remember. As she'd gotten older though, it had grown more and more explicit. Now, sometimes the dream carried through until they'd both come, and Summer wanted that tonight. It had been a long week, and she needed some sort of release.
"Summer." He murmured her name into her hair as he hugged her close. That had been added to the dream sometime in her teen years. They'd shared names and told each other about their lives. Her subconscious had built quite a character for her dream man. He was three years older than she, had parents who were divorced, a married sister, and since Summer's college years, he'd been in the military. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Matt." Matthew Harrison Warren, that's what she'd named him. Major Matt Warren. Her childhood dream friend who'd grown into her adult dream lover. "It's been a long time."
"I was in the hospital for a while," he told her as he kissed her earlobe, the line of her neck. "I didn't dream while they had me pumped full of drugs."
This was her dream, not his. Still, she wasn't going to waste it asking questions. She wanted him inside her - now. The minute she'd seen him coming down the beach in her dream, she'd grown wet and ready for him. It had been months since her last dream of Matt and years since she'd had a real lover. None of the guys she'd dated had ever measured up to the man of her dreams.
Summer was impatient. She tugged open the buttons of his fly and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. There was a new, angry-red scar on his hip, stitch marks clear through the center of it.
"I have an artificial hip joint now," he said. "Like an old man. I'm not in the Air Force anymore of course. I'm working on what to do next."
When had her dreams decided she needed a lover who wasn't a fighter pilot? No matter since he only existed in her head. Maybe this was her subconscious reminding her she wasn't getting any younger. "You'll find something. You're a qualified engineer, right?" Before he'd gone off to the Air Force, she'd dreamed he was an aeronautical engineering student.
"That I am, sugar. I'll find a job, don't you worry about it."
She leaned over and kissed the scar. Her cheek rubbed against his thick cock, already fully erect. Of course she wouldn't worry - or shouldn't. He was simply a dream. But the scar looked so inflamed and painful, her heart lurched. "Does it hurt too much?"
"Too much to make love to you? Never." He pulled her sundress over her head and tugged open the ties of her bikini. The sun warmed her nipples but they stayed as hard as if she stood in a snow bank. One by one, Matt dropped kisses on the dark pink buds. "Every time I see you, you're even more beautiful than I remember."
"I'm almost thirty-three," she reminded him, feeling positively ancient. "Just another few weeks until my birthday. My youngest brother just got married, and my oldest has a two-month-old little girl. My younger sister's been married for a year, and now they're talking about having a baby. That leaves just me and Sam as the singles in the family." Summer was the middle of the five Holiday siblings while Sam was second oldest.
"All the men in Charleston are idiots." Matt dropped to his knees in the sand, though there was miraculously a blanket underneath them. "I'm coming to find you, Summer. Will you wait for me? I promise I'm on my way." He pulled one of her nipples into the wet heat of his mouth and sucked.
Summer speared her hands through his thick, blond hair, longer now than the buzz cut she'd grown used to. "I've waited for you my whole life, Matt. Why would I stop now?" Done talking, she held his head to her breast and arched her spine.
Every time she was with Matt, every dream was more magical than the one before.
His touch tingled along her skin as he peeled down her bikini bottoms. His tongue rasped roughly against her swollen, sensitive nipples. Needing to be closer, she gripped his shoulders and eased down so she was straddling his thighs.
"Am I hurting you?" She bent her knees to lower her wet, aching cleft onto his thick, rigid cock.
"It's a dream, darlin'. I'm just fine. So much better now that I'm inside you. Nothin' like my own sweet Summer to make everything right." When Matt got passionate, the Texas twang of his voice emerged, something that always made Summer feel sexy and desirable. As she took him deep into her pussy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him for all she was worth.
Ah, yes. Matt's tongue plundered her mouth and she reciprocated, tasting him, seeking out the familiar ridges and hollows. He always had a hint of peppermint about his mouth, as if he'd just brushed his teeth.
"Ride me, darlin'," he whispered as their lips finally parted. "I've needed you for so long now. Take me to heaven, sugar."
"You're here. This is already heaven." She held tightly to his shoulders as she began to lift and lower her core on his sturdy penis. It felt so damn good to have him buried deep inside her, and since it was a dream, no precautions were necessary. She could feel every inch of his skin as it rubbed in and out of her slick channel.
"God, yes. I didn't think I'd ever get to see you again."
She ran her hands down his back as she rode him, feeling other scars some old but another one new. He'd been hurt badly this time. She could have lost him forever.
"Don't leave me, Matt." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth sinking in the way she knew he loved. "I don't know what I'd do without you."