Her carefree laughter turned heads and brought smiles to everyone in the encampment. She was full of life, joy, and light that flowed into those lucky enough to dwell in her midst. There was no escape from the pressure in his loins. Even his dreams were filled with her. Since she never said a word about the dreams, he’d kept them to himself. Perhaps they were merely his and were no longer shared between them. Of course, if that were the case, why was he compelled to stop short of sinking his manhood deep into her luscious body while in dreamscape? Her night rain scent swirled around him with her arousal, the soft curves of her body undulating against his. Her soft moans of pleasure, the salty taste of her neck, and the sweet taste of her lips lingered with him long into the days. He loved the fierce passion of her sexual nature in his dreams. She would scratch and bite him, driving him wild. During his waking hours, her easy wit made the hard day’s work hours fly by. It was the words she’d spoken into his mind last night that gave him pause in the light of the day.
