Really, after the barrage of cruel words Mum had hurled at me earlier, I shouldn’t have been dreaming of Javier anymore.
My heart and my reason should have known better.
But it turned out I was wrong.
The dream still came, unstoppable; that wild fantasy still crept in to ambush my morning sleep, exactly as it had done before.
“Ah, Javier… I miss your touch,” I moaned in the silence of the dream world.
“Me too, Camila. You’re the only woman I want to touch,” replied Javier, his voice sounding so deep and intoxicating that it made me even more aroused.
“Hm, touch me however you like. Touch me just as you wish, Javier.”
Javier flashed a faint, captivating smile.
He then gently pushed my body onto the bed, leaning in until there was no space left between us.
The next moment, he began to press our lips together in a kiss that was so gentle yet full of unspoken demands for a response.
Slowly, that passionate kiss began to trail down, licking my neck, biting it gently and leaving a mark there, whilst Javier’s large hands began to gently squeeze my breasts, sending an instant jolt of passion through every nerve in my body.
One by one, he undid the clothes I was wearing, until in the blink of an eye, my body was completely exposed before him, without a single thread to cover me.
“I… I love you, Camila,” Javier whispered, his gaze so adoring it was as though I were his whole world.
“I love you so much too, Javier. I want to spend the rest of my life with you….”
At the same time, his warm palm began to move downwards, carefully caressing the sensitive area below.
“You’re already wet, darling…” he whispered sensually.
“Hm… I can only get wet because of you. I’ll only get aroused by you, Javier…” I replied resignedly, surrendering myself completely to his charm.
Javier smiled contentedly.
He then spread my thighs wide apart, burying his face between my thighs to bestow demanding, intimate kisses and licks.
That bold act instantly made my body writhe and arch intensely with such overwhelming passion.
“Ahhh… faster, Javi. I love it…” I moaned softly, unconsciously pressing his head down.
Javier worked his tongue more intensely down there, sending me soaring until, in an instant, I reached my first climax, which felt so wonderful.
Before I’d even had a chance to catch my breath, he rose again, positioning himself on top of me, then began to slide his long, thick manhood inside me very gently.
“Ahhh…” I let out a stifled moan, feeling a sensation of fullness and tightness down below.
With slow, steady movements, Javier began to thrust in and out of me.
“Ahhh… faster, Javi…”
Hah!
I jolted awake from my sleep, breathless and gasping for air.
My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
That dream … it felt so incredibly real and vivid, as if my skin had just been in direct contact with Javier’s warm skin.
”Why… why do I have to have a dream like this again?!” I muttered softly in frustration, tugging at my own hair whilst feeling the lingering traces of passion still lingering in my lower body.
I closed my eyes tightly, lamenting the fact that even in my sleep, my mind and body, without realising it, still longed for the man who would soon become another woman’s husband.
Even though it’s clear I’ll never be with him, even though it’s clear we’ll never be together.
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t possibly go on like this forever, can I?
How can I rid myself of these feelings so that this dream never returns, so that I don’t feel this tightness in my chest every time I see him with his fiancée?
Not to mention my mum’s threats.
If I leave, where would I go?
I’ve got nothing to my name.
I exhaled roughly, then got up to wash off the sweat that had soaked my body.