My cheeks warmed.
This whole time...
I’d been dreaming of him. Of course I had. And it made so much sense because of who I was in the past. From all the dreams I had of being in a different body, distinct voice, and different time. Why wouldn’t Rune star in them? What kind of dreams would they be if I hadn’t dreamt about my soulmate and how it all began with us?
I slipped my arms around him, hugging him tenderly, which he returned.
Sitting up, I straddled him as my cheeks still burned from my blush. He held my waist and watched me, his eyes brimming with desire and love. The way he gazed up at me was the same since I’d met him. And from my dream.
So he always looked at me with love bordering on lust from the beginning of my past life.
As much as I struggled with accepting that he wanted me for me and not just because of who I was in the past, I still melted for him. I was nothing but a puddle in his hands.
Did I look at him the same way I did in my previous life? Did he see any similarities?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask and how I’d react to it if I did. But I was mean to myself by asking questions I knew would hurt my feelings.
Skimming my hands over the hard planes of his stomach, up to his chest, and back down, I nibbled on my lip. I watched his eyes darken, and the muscles under my touch contracted. Underneath my ass, his dick was already hard and throbbed.
I wasn’t sure how he had the patience of a saint and keep himself from ripping my clothes off right here because of how badly he wanted to come. The poor man hadn’t since I came back to life, and I felt awful about it.
Wanting to help him, I rolled my hips so my core was grinding on his erection as I watched his eyes darken. His hands on me tightened, his nostrils flaring as he watched me and made no sound.
“I dreamt about drinking mead and playing games,” I answered huskily.
Folding one arm behind his head, he loosened his hold on my waist and slipped his hand to my thigh, where it met my bottom. He wet his lips like he did in my dream, and I did the same thing by watching, wanting to kiss him.
He quirked his lips up in a smile, either from me grinding a little harder while my hands trailed to his pants, itching to undo them, or from telling him what I dreamt about. It didn’t matter to me because him smiling made me happy. It gave me butterflies in my stomach.
“You’re remembering your dreams?” He hummed when I nodded. His hand on my thigh twitched, and his fingers kneaded the fleshy part of me. “Tell me your dream, beauty.”
My eyes slipped shut as parts of the dream played in my mind. But one scene stood out the most and somehow unlocked a memory from when I was in the fields of Dreyma with Rune. When I indulged in the fantasy of making love to him for the first time. For him to be my first again.
I sighed as his hands came to my pants, and he took his time undoing them. Opening my eyes, I found him watching me with lust and amusement. I adjusted myself so I could get his pants undone too, reaching in and wrapping my fingers around his massive dick.
He groaned as I awkwardly stroked his length, then rumbled, “Did I fuck you in your dream, and that’s why you were whimpering my name throughout the night?”
My pulse roared in my ears, and my breathing picked up. I rubbed my thumb on a bead of moisture at the head of his cock, spreading it along the mushroom tip and as much as I could down his shaft. He seemed to like it as he groaned, thrusting himself into my fist.
He slipped his hand into my undone pants, cupping my pussy possessively. At my gasp, he curled one of his fingers, rubbing along my wet folds and on my clit before dipping it into my pussy.
“You’re always soaked for me, beauty. I must’ve done a good job in the dream to get you to this point. Did I make you come with my mouth?” he groaned huskily, dragging his finger out of my spasming core to circle the pad of his finger coated with my arousal on my clit.
My breath hitched, my hips moving against his hand, and I pulled out his swollen cock from his pants to stroke him easier.
It took me a minute to find my voice and not scream for him to fuck me. I wanted to tell him about the dream, but I also wanted to make him come.
I opened my mouth to tell him about it but stopped when a small voice in the back of my head said it could’ve been a lucid dream and not a memory.
Even if it wasn’t a memory, Rune would still love to hear about it.
“There’s a lot that happened in it,” I said, my voice sultry.
Rune’s finger dipped inside me, making me gasp and grind against his hand so he rubbed my sensitive clit. He didn’t disappoint me, rolling the bundle of nerves with his thumb and groaning when I massaged his heavy balls in my hand before I went back to stroking his thick length. I wanted him inside me, but that required me to move and kick off my clothes, and I wasn’t sure moving more than my hand and hips were possible.
Tingles spread from my pussy to the rest of my body as he worked me closer to my orgasm, which slowed my hand on him. I couldn’t multitask, but I did my damndest to make sure he’d come with me.
“The dream,elskan mín,” Rune reminded me, amused.
