Chapter 54

He fucked her slowly with his fingers, nibbling lightly on her clit. She tasted like heaven, so he licked down to where his fingers penetrated her cunt.
She bucked up against him, whimpering, "More. Suck it."
Obediently, he licked his way back up to her protruding clit and sucked hard, just as he added a third finger to her channel. Summer grabbed his hair and screamed as her body convulsed. Hot rushes of her cream ran over his fingers and the tight walls of her pussy gripped him hard. He continued to suck, easing up just a little as she settled. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, petting her wet flesh until the tremors slowed.
"Now what, sugar?" He flicked his tongue along her still-swollen clit, triggering another shudder.
"Whatever you want."
"I want your ass, Summer. You up for that?" It was something they'd only done once before, but he wanted her to be used to the idea from their dreams before they met in person.
"Hell yes." Summer tugged Matt up to kiss his lips, licking her own juices off his skin. "Anything with you."
"Ah, darlin', I hope you still say that when we meet for real." He couldn't believe he'd been allowed to say those words, but maybe it was because Summer didn't hear them. At the very least, she didn't respond. She was busy rolling over onto her stomach on the blanket.
On the corner of the blanket was a bottle of coconut oil, and Matt grabbed it, hurriedly coating his cock in the sun-warmed, fragrant liquid. Then he poured some into his hand as Summer came up on her knees in front of him, her face pillowed on her crossed arms and a folded beach towel.
"Yum." She sighed happily as he coated the outside of her anus with the oil. "You know I use coconut oil in real life because it reminds me of you."
Matt's cock leaped. "Me too." It was his favorite lube for jerking off, ever since the first time they'd used it in one of the dreams. Just a massage, back then, but it was always there and available for whatever they needed as the dreams grew more erotic. He poured more on his hand then carefully pushed it inside her sphincter, rubbing into the tender flesh of her rectum.
"I never thought I'd like this," she said with a happy hum. "Maybe I wouldn't for real, but here, with you, it feels so good. Give me your cock, Matt. Fill me."
Matt wiped of his fingers on the hanky he always seemed to have then positioned the head of his cock at her pink rosette. "I bet you would. You should get a butt plug and try it on your own - stretch yourself out a bit." The words, "so you're ready when I find you," didn't come out, just as he'd expected.
"I'll do that." She pressed back against him, easing his way as he pushed slowly into the tight confines of her ass.
"And who will you think about every time you use it?" He gripped her hips hard with his fingertips and began to withdraw until just his tip was hugged by the tight ring of muscles at her entrance.
"You. Only you." She wiggled her hips, inviting to move. "Now fuck me, damn it."
"Always." He slid home, leaning over to kiss her neck. "Anything you want, anytime. I'm all yours, darlin'."
She did that shimmy thing with her hips again, and Matt lost the capacity for coherent speech. His spine bowed as he stroked in and out, feeling her muscles tighten with every stroke and hearing her fragmented little cries. With one finger, he reached around and pressed against her clit, and Summer exploded into another orgasm, more powerful than the last, based on her screams and the way she clenched down on his dick.
He bellowed as his own climax hit, ripping though him like a missile. He filled her ass with his cum until he was sure there was nothing left in him, and then he came some more. Just knowing he'd see her soon made this the most potent experience ever, even exceeding their first time.
He eased them to their sides and held her, still inside her, still feeling her aftershocks. He peppered her shoulders and neck with kisses, cupped one breast possessively with his hand. "So beautiful, so loving." He was going to be the luckiest damn man on the planet.
"Mmmm. You're pretty hot yourself, dream man." She turned to kiss him. "Why couldn't you be real, Matt? No other man ever seems to measure up?"
"I am," he whispered...or tried. "Soon, sugar, soon."
The dream faded around the edges and he was alone in his bed, the sheets twisted and soaked with cum, as always. He wondered if that was why he'd never dreamed of her mid-mission, or at least not a full-out sex dream. They'd talked sometimes. She'd kissed him and wished him luck. The same had been true when she'd shared a room in college. The dreams were infrequent and G-rated when they were around others, only going the distance when they were both alone.
Matt took a shower, dried off and then found a clean spot on the far side of his king-sized hotel room bed. He fell back to sleep, holding on to that one last thought.
Soon. In a matter of days, he was going to meet the love of his life - this time in the flesh.