Guilty Pleasure

Rain was pelting down so hard, I could barely see where I was going in the dark. The icy raindrops soaked through my lush hair, turning it into a tangled mess. Thunder roared so loud it made my heart pound louder. The wind whipped hard at my pale yellow gown, sending coarse shivers down my spine.

Hugging myself to shield my body from cold, I stopped for a moment and strained my eyes to look at the dense woods. Bursts of blinding lightning illuminated the endless dark skies for just a second. I thought I caught a glimpse of something. Nestled among the trees, it looked like a quaint log cabin. Another flash of lightning, and there it was, a cozy looking wood cabin, flickers of orange glow emanating through its frosted windowpanes.

Ah, a fireplace sounded so good right now. I scurried towards it in desperate hope, the damp earth sucking at my feet.  

After hesitating for a moment, I banged on the door.

No answer.

I knocked harder this time. Pressing my rain-smeared face to the glass, I peered into the cozy warmth. Please tell me someone was in there. 

With a bang, the cabin door flew open, nearly knocking me over. A tall figure, broad-shouldered and imposing, stood framed against the warm glow. His hard abs tensed beneath his skin as his gaze swept over me, taking in my shivering form, lingering a beat too long on my face. Despite the chilly night air, heat lanced through my body, flooding my cheeks. Something lingered in the depth of those stormy grey eyes I couldn't fathom.  

He scooped me up in his arms, his warmth setting my cold shivering body ablaze. Taking my hand into his palm, he gently caressed my fingertips with his lips, sending tingles all over my skin. A nagging voice in my head, a vestige of reason, told me this was wrong. But it was quickly drowned out by the primal thrumming in my veins. Hunger, raw and untamed, flickered in his eyes as his hands explored my body, tearing up every bit of fabric that was in the way. 

I stiffened in his hold, my breath catching in my throat when he ripped my panties and cupped the cheeks of my butt, seating me naked on the French-style dresser. A very expensive dresser, just like the one I had seen a thousand times at the Campbell mansion, but he was not a Campbell Royal. 

Men in the Campbell family were all hot and handsome, but this man was hotter. His touch, wasn't just physical; it was a claiming, sending my mind into a hazy blur.

My fingers, hesitant at first, found their way to the solid wall of his chest, trying to feel his hard pecs before tracing their way down to his pants. A low moan escaped my lips, a strangled sound that mirrored the tightening knot of desire in my stomach. His response was immediate, a searing kiss that stole the air from my lungs.

What was it about him? He just needed to look at me for one brief moment and my nipples were taut and my core was on fire. Knowing full well the effect he had on me, his lips curled into a slow smile as he dropped to his knees between my thighs. 

My breath quickened.

My words were a mere whimper.

"W-wait..."

His playful eyes did strange things to my stomach. I could hear the loud pounding of my heart as he reached out, his hand brushing against the curve of my thigh. The air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the storm outside. 

"Tell me, Penny... Am I the only one losing my mind here?"   

Wishing that my legs weren't so visibly shaky, I thrust my fingers into his hair and closed my eyes, pulling his head closer to my wetness. His hungry mouth was immediately on my folds, dragging his tongue over and over and sucking my sensitive bud.

"Aghh!" Tightening my grip on his hair and wrapping my legs around him, I threw my head back, shaking uncontrollably in pleasure. He continued flicking my clit with his tongue while pumping his two fingers slowly into my sopping slit.

"I want you to come for me Penny, again and again. I love you." His eyes were dark as the night for a moment as he said those words. Pleasure seized my body when he quickened the pace of his thrusting fingers and curled them inside me. Cupping his face with my hands, I kissed him hard as my toes curled from a wave of orgasm ripping through me.

"Please, I want the next one when you are inside me." My cheeks flushed right after uttering such words, and I giggled like an idiot, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I wanted to make him feel good. But I didn't know if it was okay to be so brazen about it.

Tugging me closer to him, he rained my face with kisses before reaching for the bulge in the front of his pants. My breathing turned uneven again as I watched him undo his pants and push them down to his knees. Swallowing hard, I grasped onto his shoulders as he rubbed his hardness against my pulsing entrance.

"Fucking hell!" He murmured, massaging his swollen head over my wetness and slapping it against my clit before pushing himself inside me slowly, inch by inch. "You are so ready for me, so soaked, begging to be filled."

His warm mouth was all over my neck, his fingers pinching my aching nipples. I couldn't stop myself from clenching around him as he slammed himself into me roughly. Dragging my nails down his chiseled back, I let out all my suppressed moans, completely lost in ecstasy.

"D-don't stop... it feels so good!"

Grunting, he lifted my hips high into the air and rammed himself into me until my body was trembling with pleasure. A roll of thunder crashed through the night, breaking the magical spell. My eyes snapped open, pulling me back to reality.

Heart pounding, I wiped the beads of sweat off my forehead and glanced at the clock on the wall. Feelings of guilt rushed through my mind as I tried to push away the tingles from the wet dream.

It is not cheating if you have sex with some other man in your dreams, right? I didn't know who he was, or why it felt so good, much, much better than anything I ever experienced. I tried to remember if I had ever seen a face more attractive than his. I just wanted to curl up in his arms so bad.

With my eyes tightly shut, I hoped to go back to the sweet, sweet dream, knowing full well that there wasn't even the slightest possibility of having it come true.