Ansling Carr trembled as he stroked her, his hands soft against her breasts. He pinched her nipples, pinching just enough to send frissons of pleasure straight to her clit. She wiggled under his touch, moaning with satisfaction when he teased her buds.
"Do you like that?"
"Tell me what you want. I like to hear my lovers talk." He trailed his fingers down her stomach, teasing her with his light touch. She laughed softly as he parted her legs and stroked her pussy, already wet with desire for him.
"I want you."
"Just me?" He parted her lips and stroked her folds. Her hips bucked under his touch, seeking to increase the pressure he was providing.
"No. She wants me, too. Don't you, little Ling?"
She opened her eyes and stared at the man standing next to them. He was naked, just like his friend. Both had dark hair and dark eyes. Ansling shook her head, trying to focus. No one had called her Ling in years. Not since she'd moved to paradise. Scratch that. Not since she'd run away to paradise.
"Who are you?"
The first man stroked her clit faster, and she arched her back into his fingers. The second one sat and cupped her breasts, kneading them with enough pressure to make her squirm. Their hands felt wonderful. They kneaded and stroked, and then, as if by silent communication, they tightened their grips on her. Two hands on her nipples and one on her clit, all of them pinching. Her orgasm shot through her, making her scream with pleasure. She writhed under their hands as they continued to caress her tender flesh.
The man between her legs flipped her over, her mouth now close to his companion's cock. The first one entered her in a single thrust.
"Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard." She backed onto his cock even as the second man grabbed her and fed her his cock. She sucked him down while his friend rode her. A second orgasm spread through her body, and she groaned around the cock in her mouth.
The men came as one, shooting into her at the same time. Her first lover leaned over, licked her shoulder, nipping at it gently. The one in front of her pulled away and licked the spot he'd nipped, and then he sucked it into his mouth, the pressure almost unbearable.
"Stop, please. It hurts."
He sucked harder, and Ansling pushed at him. When her hands encountered the wall of his chest, the pain sharpened, and then suddenly, she felt nothing. The pain was gone, and so were the men.
Ansling sat up in bed, staring out the open window at the ocean. From the placement of the sun she could tell it was after eight. That meant she had less than an hour until she had to be at work. She put her head in her hands and tried to get a hold of her feelings. Her body still throbbed from the two orgasms she'd just experienced.
Her insides pulsed, as if she'd actually been having sex. She looked around for her vibrator, wondering if, during the vivid dream, she'd reached for it. It wasn't anywhere nearby.
"Please, no. It was just a dream." She closed her eyes and repeated the words, trying to get a handle on her emotions. She didn't have things like this happen anymore. People didn't visit her in her dreams. She didn't have visions. She'd cured herself of that by coming here, far away from the teaming crowd of humanity that was civilization.
Her mind racing, she shivered and hugged herself. "Get a grip, Ansling. You have work to do."