Kyle’s POV
The sound of Keaton crying is waking me up. I force my eyes to open and get off the bed in a hurry to stumble upon my other feet. The sun is not even up, and yet here I am running to my child to stop him from whatever is that making him cry like that. When I get to his room, Keaton is crying louder and louder. I quickly take him in my arms and rock him to get him to comfort.
I check on his diaper and there is no sign that I should change it. Maybe he’s hungry. When I check on him again, Keaton’s eyes are half opened as he is slowly finding the rhythm to get back to sleep. I am singing his favorite lullaby and rubbing my hand softly on his back. I know that it’s working, he is finally asleep. I let out a big sigh in silence then I put him back in his little cradle.
Feeling so tired, I go back to my room and leave the door open just in case Keaton is back at crying again because I don’t have to run my toe first to the closed damn door. I was about to throw myself on my bed again, but then I saw her in a tank top with a matching tight yoga pants. Ugh, I wish I could join her in the morning run.
It’s still six in the morning, and I plan to get an extra time of sleep since. I fall back to my bed on my belly and hug the extra pillow as I groan. My back is aching, and my stomach is growling. Perfect. I ignore my stomach and shut my eyes tightly. When it’s all black, all I could think of is how that Red color is a perfect match to that black suit she’s wearing.
Then, all I could see is fire. A fire that could burn my entire soul, and I would still be thanking it on my knees. Her red hair is wavy and falls perfectly without any effort. Her lips are red wine and her eyes are burnt brown. She is still in that black workout tank top that gives her front a nice lift to show me how good they would be.
To my surprise, she lifts her legs and climb onto the bed. It’s like she knew that I needed her to do that. I bet she could be bad for my health. My hands respond to her body and they takes a place on her waist.
“Good morning!” She chirps.
She motions her body slowly as she places both of her hands on my packs, running them up to my chest with a taste of her red fingernails. I mewl as she plays me with her hips and her nails. Lara works his hands up to the bed, right beside my face then, she unites our chests to synchronize our breathing. Her skin feels so hot on my chest.
“Morning!” I chirps back as I am trying to catch my breath.
Her eyes are high, and I lose my breath as I watch her lips part. I take my hands to support her to make her motion gets even faster. As I lift my head to steal a sweet kiss from her, she presses her hands against my rushing chest, and I am forced to let her lips go.
Eager to gain her lips, I sit myself up so suddenly to surprise her, but I am the one who is surprised. She wraps her skinny fingers on my neck then throw my head back a little bit. A moan escapes my throat as I quickly dart my eyes back into hers. Oddly enough, I like it when she takes control despite the fact that I like to dominate.
I weigh my body on my both hands and never leave her eyes. She strongly uses her other hand to tug my hair and hit me even harder to only make me moan even louder.
As I am trying to gain control, she pushes her body hard on me as she gets me on my back once more. She pins her face an inch away from me. I am totally enchanted. Her hot breath is on my lips, and she pinches my jaws with her thumb on my right jaw and her point finger on the other. She really is making me to worship her.
“Kyle.” She says on my lips.
I take one deep breath as I close my eyes tightly, and I release it with my mouth. As she chokes me even harder, I groan to whatever pleasure she fulfills my lust right at this moment. I shut my eyes tightly as I bring my hand to my head. I open my eyes to tell her how good she was, but there is no fire in my eyes. She left me uptight.
I am so full of shit, and I need to clean myself and wash my bed sheet. As the warm water is running down my body, washing away her hot touch, I keep my head down and shut my eyes tightly. How did she end up in my dream like that? It’s not the first time that she actually appeared in my dreams since the time I met her, but we never had that before. It was real. It felt real. She was real.
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