Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Dream Lover

By Midnight Dreamer

Chapter 08:

Weeks had passed and he had yet to dream of her again. She still lingered in the forefront of his mind daily. He often found it hard to concentrate on his work. His mind constantly conjuring up pictures of the beauty and their time together in the field. He wondered if she would return to his dreams.

After a long day of working in the fields he came home to rest. It wasn’t long before he was once again immersed in a dream with his princess.

When morning came he was conflicted. His passionate brunette beauty was in tears when he met her in the dream. He comforted her the best he could. He knew this had to have something to do with her being married. But it didn’t seem to matter to him. When she spoke of him cheating on her; he became outraged how anyone could hurt this delicate flower. He had wrapped her in his arms and soothed her. After she calmed she seemed to be studying him. Like he had her the time before in the field. Once she seemed satisfied with her perusal of him she glanced around them. He wasn’t sure if the room they were in was hers or somewhere else. But she didn’t seem bothered by it. He laid her back onto the bed and began stroking her face with his hands. She had leaned into him like they had always been lovers. She had almost been asleep when he couldn’t help the urge to kiss her. It was like he knew that if she fell asleep their time would be up. They spoke for a few moments then he offered to help her forget… and so another passion filled night full of pleasure with his princess. They spoke of being real. He was sure this was all her doing so he told her so. But when she took charge and used his words against him…he had never been more turned on. Just thinking on it once again had caused his dick to strain in his boxers. Feeling her connect with him that way was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. So when they drifted off to sleep after, he knew she wouldn’t be there when he got up. It was a great way to start the day.

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His days crept by slowly, and during the now lonely hours he laid in bed at night, he wondered if he could control the location or the activity in which they were to come together. He would try the next night and see if he could. Thinking of the things his father would do for his mother to make her smile, he decided he would try for a romantic dinner. He figured she spent most of her time cooking for that no good cheating husband of hers so why not. He of course would cook for her, a change from the norm. Then have her for dessert.

As he hoped that next night she came to him once again. Only this time he wasn’t sure what to make of the situation.

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He seemed to be in a kitchen of a classroom, but no matter it had everything he would need. When he heard her gasp from somewhere in the room he dropped the lid he was holding causing it to clatter on the floor. Picking it up quickly he placed it in the sink next to him. Continuing to stir the sauce he was making. He felt when she froze next to him; but kept his eye on the stove.

“Evenin’ Darlin’”

“Well hello.”

“Thought ya could use a change of pace. I’ll cook for ya tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Come have a taste.”

The look in her eye told him that she wanted way more than just the clam sauce he was holding out for her. When she moaned that was it. He had to have a taste for himself. He leaned in as if to kiss her but stopped just shy of her lips. Snaking his tongue out he licked the dribble of sauce from her chin. Moaning at the taste of her mixed with the sauce he couldn’t help but whisper:

“Delicious”

He plated enough for two but had no intentions on eating his. He wanted his dessert. He fed her slowly until she pushed the plate away. She slid onto his lap rubbing up against him. He swore he heard her purr. She wiggled slightly to get more comfortable but froze when she felt his reaction.

“See what ya do to me Darlin’”

Thrusting his hips up into her she moaned. Slowly sliding her off his lap onto her feet he quickly cleared the table and rushed back to her side. Lifting her small frame easily onto the table where their dinner had just been. The coolness of the steel had made her shiver, but he knew just how to warm her up. Licking his lips he said:

“Time for Dessert Darlin’”

He attacked the skin of her neck and shoulders like a man lost in the desert just finding water. His tongue trailing down her chest until it met the barrier of her bra. He nipped her through the fabric and she whimpered. He looked up to meet her eyes…

“May I?”

It was only polite to ask and not just assume she wanted this too. However once she nodded he took little time to remove the offending fabric from her body. Lavishing her breasts with his tongue and lips, pulling moans from deep inside her. Then before she had a chance to change her mind he had her naked before him. He knelt down in front of her so his face was level with her flower and buried his face inside it. Stroking quickly with his tongue he had her thoroughly distracted enough to slip one of his fingers inside her. Curling it and causing her eyes to roll backward. He knew she was getting closer when she started thrusting her hips into his face and hand. Her body trembling as he pumped his finger rapidly. On the outward pull he added another finger as he pushed back in. A whispered “Fuck” fell from her lips. Just as her walls began to flutter around his fingers he pushed them all the way in and curled them, while nipping her clit with his teeth. She thrust downward to meet him and came undone for him. He took everything she gave him. Licking her clean before standing and positioning himself at her entrence. He was just about to push in when a knock interrupted them… both their heads snapped to the door. Just as he was going to say fuck it and slid home, another knock sounded. He wanted to tell her to wait when suddenly she vanished with a groan…

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He woke up from a sound sleep, angry and frustrated…who the hell was that interrupting them? Must have been her damn cock-blocking husband. But how was that even possible if these were his dreams? Are they his or hers? How are they connected? It was a weird theory that he would figure out. He only hoped that this wasn’t the last time he saw her.

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He didn’t need to worry, or wait for two long. It was only two more nights before she came to him. She was crying again. They must have fought. But he knew just what to do now to make things right…  It was perfect. They made love under the stars, he now knew her name, and the best part was she said she loved him! He knew it was a silly thing really. To hold on to a dream or fantasy or whatever this was between the two of them; but truthfully he didn’t care…she loved him and he was falling just as hard for her.