The man looked good enough to eat. I watched him nervously. Would he kiss me again? I swallowed thickly. Would my dream Gabriel show me what it was like? Could he show me the way love should be between a man and a woman? Most importantly, would I be too afraid to couple with him, even in my dreams?
"Such thoughts you have, Alicia," he admonished. "Do you think the only thing on my mind is burying my cock in your tight little pussy?"
I flinched at his use of profanity. "Isn't that what all men constantly think about?" I walked to the other side of the bed. I needed some space and having the bed between us gave me some semblance of security.
"No, Alicia," he shook his head and stepped around to the foot of the big four-poster bed. "Most men, honorable men, think of how to pleasure their lady. They strive to bring her to her pleasure, have her scream out her ecstasy to the heavens. They do not merely think of gratifying themselves."
He moved closer and I fought the urge to take a step back but that would have put me against the wall and I didn't want to feel trapped.
"I would show you how an honorable man behaves, if you would only allow it."
I shook my head. "This is a dream. It's not real. And you're not really my husband."
He held his arms out to his sides. "But I am. I am the Gabriel of your dreams, come to fulfill your every desire. Your every fantasy."
I didn't have any fantasies. I wasn't sure I dared to. What if things got out of control and I couldn't stop him?