EMMA
My bedroom was still shadowed when I opened my eyes. I blinked, disoriented despite the familiarity of my bed. I lay there for several long moments, trying to find my way back to reality.
I'd had a vivid dream, I thought, one in which Noah had rocked my world to its core, making me come so hard I hadn't been able to stay awake after. It had felt so real that I could almost feel the wetness of my own arousal between my legs.
I stretched my legs, and my toes grazed over a long, hard and hairy leg . . . and I figured out several key bits of reality very quickly.
Noah was here, in my bed.
What I'd thought was a dream had actually happened last night. Noah had made me come, bringing me to orgasm with his mouth and fingers.
It had been fan-f*****g-tastic.
And then afterwards, in
