Sea Daze 4: Luff and Touch Her (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) by Soichiro Irons

 
    Even
as I watched Eve’s silky black dress fall to the floor of her stateroom, I knew
that I was dreaming. It was almost funny how false everything felt, to be
honest; it was as if my subconscious was trying to get the facts wrong.
    Eve’s
hair wasn’t black and straight in real life – it was a chocolate avalanche of
curls. Her emerald-green eyes were now as blue as the ocean outside our the
walls of our ship, and I’d watched her shave all her body hair two nights ago – there was no way she’d managed
growing the landing strip so quickly.
    I
clung desperately to the dream, though, and drank the sight of her in. Not
because I wanted my girlfriend to be someone she wasn’t – it was more the fact
that she was in front of me at all.
    That
was something that I knew to be hopeless – she was a married woman messing
around with one of her employees. I, the naïve dancer, didn’t realize that she
was being used…that Eve was just sleeping with her for giggles.
    All
of this was undeniable fact…and yet, in the dream, not a bit of it was real.
The smile on her full lips was genuine and heartfelt, and I knew that she
hadn’t lied to me.
    She
hadn’t used me like her own little lesbian toy. She wasn’t married to some man
named Robert…I hadn’t watched him hug her and kiss her cheeks in greeting…I
hadn’t felt the bone-crushing sorrow that had made me powerless to do anything
but stand there in stupid silence. None of it was real in the dream, and my
lover was back with me.
    “You
know that none of this is true,” I whisper, unable to help myself from uttering
the awful words.
    “ Shhh ,” Eve replied. Even her voice was wrong – it was a
little too high, as if she were trying to sound extra girlish. “That doesn’t
matter now.”
    “Why-”
I began, but was cut off by the feeling of those lips pressed against mine.
Forgetting my argument, I soaked in the sensation of her touch – I loved the
feeling of her nude skin pressed up against my own, and I clawed desperately at
her back to get her closer to me. Her tongue danced with mine, and she tasted
delicious.
    “Fuck
me, Amanda,” I heard her whisper as she pulled away from me. She laid down on the bed beside me and stretched her body into a
seductive arch. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her breasts – the only part
of her body that seemed unchanged in the dream world.
    They
glimmered softly in the low light of her cabin, and she was so excited that I
could almost hear her heartbeat. Her erect nipples seemed to shiver from the
vibration of her chest.
    Wasting
no time, I practically fell into her lap and kissed lovingly on her soaked
slit. From somewhere above me, I heard her moan my name. That sound was so familiar that I almost felt myself wake from the
shock, but I resisted the impulse and ran my tongue along the pink lips of her
pussy.
    I
had never gotten tired of the taste of her – she was as sweet as cream. I loved
making her feel good, and I could tell from the moans and whimpers that she was
pleased as well.
    Her
legs carefully wrapped around my shoulders as I slipped one finger inside of
her, then another. The muscles in her legs clenched in ecstasy, and I could
hear her whispering something along the lines of ‘yes’ and ‘more’.
    I
slid a third and fourth finger inside of her, and she was still begging for more penetration. We’d talked about fisting once,
but we’d both agreed that it would hurt too much to try. Obviously, she wasn’t
worried about the pain at the moment.
    Pressing
my thumb against my palm as tightly as I could, I began to force my hand inside
of her. It was slow-going – she was usually pretty tight for even my fingers,
and my hand was even wider than the strap-on we’d used a week or so ago.
    Fortunately,
the dream world was accommodating and my entire fist slid into her pussy. Her
muffled shriek from above me was from excitement and not pain, I hoped.
    “Oh,
fuck, yes! Oh yes, Amanda, yes!! Just like