Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder to find myself alone in bed with no sight of Jay. Sighing, I raked a hand through my hair and started staring at the ceiling while I remembered the dream I had a few weeks back with Jay and me having sex.

Aside from everything not happening as it in the dream, the pleasure now was more intense than the one I had that night. I could still feel the tingle and the dull ache between my thighs and I had to bite back the moan that was threatening to erupt from my mouth. This was everything, I wanted and more. Jay...