Page 42 of Plane Passion

If he’d hoped his dreams would provide a respite, he was sorely mistaken. She came to him, a siren bent on his demise, her dream incarnation rich with detail now that he’d seen all of her. Her hands were everywhere. She licked and nipped and kissed every inch of his body. There was no escaping her tender assault. He writhed as she touched and tantalized. Every time he tried to embrace her, she evaporated, leaving him bereft and frenzied.

At last, he surrendered to her, lying back and letting her do as she pleased as his arousal grew and grew.

And so, it hardly came as a surprise when he awoke to hands caressing him and a warm, feminine form pressed against him. Dream blended with waking as he gave in to her seduction.

“I want you again,” she murmured in his ear as she traced her fingers lightly over the front of his boxers.

“Thank God,” was all he could say as they started over again.

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Millie had no idea what time it was. Long past time for her to return to her own bed and try to get some sleep. She knew that much. The first faint hint of morning light peered in through the window. But Ernie’s fingers were doing such delicious things right that moment.

Oh, God.

“We have to stop,” she murmured.

“Not until you finish,” he answered, nipping at her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped, feeling him curve his fingers within her while his thumb circled her pulsing bud, making her tremble head to toe. “I mean no.” He froze.

No!

“Don’t stop,” she blurted. He redoubled his efforts. “Oh, God.”

She was so close. What did a few more minutes matter?

“Yes, that’s right. Come for me, Millie.”

Colors spiraled at the edge of her vision. Again. How many times had it been?

“That’s it. God, you’re gorgeous when you come. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

She wasn’t capable of forming words. Her ravenous hunger for release was almost unbearable.

She wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted this. Yes!

Her back arched. Burning white light exploding within her, shooting from her core to her extremities. As she returned to herself, warmth and contentment suffused her limbs. She wanted nothing more than to cuddle up against this man and sleep in his embrace.

Cuddle?! Pull it together, Mildred.

Reluctantly, she forced herself to edge away. “Bed. Sleep,” she muttered.

“Stay,” he said, putting an irresistible hand on her shoulder. “I want to hold you.”

“Hold me?” Her traitorous body snuggled back against him. Oh, that felt nice.

“Yes, hold you. And I promise that’s all. We both need some sleep.”

They spooned together in the narrow bed, his strong arm wrapped around her. Her bleary mind tried to mount one last faint protest that never made it to her lips. Sleep took her.

The alarm clanged far too soon. She was so sleepy, so comfortable, so…

Oh, no. What did I do?

She was wrapped in someone’s embrace.

Ernie.