But when I’m jolted awake by Vivian’s voice, around three a.m. according to the digital clock on the nightstand, I can’t ignore it.
Turning on the bedside lamp, I see she’s sound asleep, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. I wonder if she was having a bad dream, but as I pay attention to what she’s saying next, it doesn’t sound like a nightmare.
“No, I want to pet the lions first,” she mumbles. I stifle my laugh and turn my back to her, but her sleep-talking gets louder and more animated. At one point, she sits up in bed and starts waving her arms around.
“But you can't feed the elephants chocolate.”
I watch her for a few more moments, pondering again what she’s dreaming about. My guess is a zoo or a circus. As she continues to talk, I decide it’s best to let her dreams run their course. I close my eyes after dimming the lamp, hoping to catch some more sleep.
But just as I’m about to drift off, Vivian speaks again. “Oh, yes. That’s it. Right there,” she says with a moan.
My eyes snap open, and I glance over at her. Her eyes are still closed, and she appears to be sleeping soundly. My damn heart starts pounding in my chest as I imagine all sorts of scenarios. Who is she with in her dream? What are they doing to make her moan like that? Is she enjoying it?
And then it hits me; I’m jealous of her dreams. How fucking stupid is that? I have seen some of my teammates getting super jealous over what their partners do or say, but never have I heard a man get jealous because the woman sees X-rated dreams.
“Oh, I like that—keep going,” comes from her plump lips, followed by a few more commands.
I can’t take it anymore and gently touch her arm. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at me with sleepy confusion.
“What’s wrong?” she asks with a cute yawn.
“You were talking in your sleep. Then you, um, started moaning and demanded things you sometimesaskme, if you catch my drift.” Her eyes go wide as saucers. “Yeah, I’m fully hard after listening to all that.”
She cups me and blushes when she realizes I’m telling the truth and says, “That’s hot, but I feel embarrassed.”
I wrap my arm around her and bring her closer to me. “Don’t be. What were you dreaming about?”
“First, I was on an African safari with you. But then we suddenly were on this private yacht in the Mediterranean, and things got heated quickly.”
“That sounds like something we should do one day. But I need to know; how often do you sleep talk?”
“Now and then. I still don’t know what triggers it or if it’s random. But my sleep-talking used to be much worse when I was younger,” she tells me before continuing. “I once woke up my best friend’s entire family by shouting in the middle of the night.”
I laugh and Vivian pokes my ribs. “You can be such a meanie at times.”
“Sorry, but I can’t help it.”
“But if it helps, this time I was dreaming of us.”
“That definitely helps.” I nibble on her earlobe. “Did I do this in your dream?”
She shivers lightly and nods. “Something like that.”
I let out a low chuckle, my fingers trailing down her spine. “Well, let me make that dream a reality.”
My lips find hers, and she responds eagerly. As we kiss, I can feel the last remnants of my silly jealousy fading away. It doesn’t matter what Vivian dreams about as long as she’s here with me. And I plan on making sure she doesn’t forget it.
Our kiss becomes more intense as I run my hands through her hair, feeling the softness and silkiness of each strand. Vivian moans softly into my mouth, and her body presses against me, wanting more.
I hover over her, staring into her deep, dark blue eyes, full of desire and longing. She nods, urging me to continue, and I start to kiss her neck, trailing my lips down to her collarbone.
Pulling away from the kiss, my hand reaches down to the hem of her silky pajama top. I tug it up, revealing her smooth stomach. My eyes trail down to the waistband of her shorts, my cock growing harder at the thought of what’s to come.
I raise my head up to see Vivian’s reaction. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting her lip in anticipation. Seeing that, I pull her pajama top off completely. Slowly moving my hand along her curves, I take a moment to soak in her naked upper body and show her how much I admire every inch of her.
* * *
For once, during our time in Finland, Vivian gets up before me and has booked a cab to take her snowboarding at eight a.m. When she asked me if I wanted to join last night, I told her that I couldn’t take a risk that big in the middle of the season. Even skating with her in Helsinki was risky since we weren’t wearing any protective gear. I know it was a rookie mistake, one I will not make again.
