0 comments/ 7737 views/ 0 favorites Dream Weaver By: Harley Rider Lou Lou had courted her cyber lover for months, teasing and tempting his thoughts as she opened her mind to him, she was a dream weaver, a sorceress intent on possessing his very soul, he fell into her web helplessly and uncontrollably, spellbound and forsaking all others he gave himself to her. After what had seemed an eternity communicating via the net, he ached to hold her and decided the time had come to find this seductress who had bewitched him, he had contacts who could find her and they did, it was time to break the spell, or surrender his soul. He mounted his iron horse and began his journey into the night, the engine of the black stallion growled as he twisted the throttle and rode towards her, the wind licked at his leathers as he thundered along the open road, piercing the night like an arrow. He arrived just before dawn, hot and aggressive after the ride. He entered the house where she slept unaware of his presence, he found her naked and beautiful, with her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, he watched in awe at the sight of her, as her breasts gently heaved with the ebb and flow of her breath. Not waking her he stripped off his jacket exposing his tanned torso, a sheen of perspiration covered him in the humid air making him glisten in the dawn light. He reached into his coat and removed four black satin ropes and taking each wrist and ankle he tied and bound her to the bed, arms outstretched, legs wide open, she didn't wake. He stepped back and sat at the foot of the bed, his eyes traced over every part of her, slowly mapping and scanning they recorded every detail, with each pass he became more aroused and he slowly moved forward towards her, her scent filled his senses as he held his face inches from her velvet skin. He moved his face to hers, pausing to admire her beauty, then he gently kissed her lips, she stirred a little and then her eyes opened, he stood before her in his black leather jeans and riding boots, her pupils dilated as her mind began to swim, unable to decipher dreams from reality, she tried to touch him but realized she was trapped, neither of them spoke as she recognized her captor; he saw the recognition in her eyes. He kissed her again and this time she responded, both probing and licking at each other with desire, as she became aroused he pulled away, needing to be in control he blindfolded her. Then when she was totally helpless he began to caress her body with his mouth, he kissed her neck as she gently moaned, his hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts as he ran his tongue towards her erect nipples, licking and sucking at them, taking each one in turn between his teeth he pulled and teased, moistening them as he worked greedily, then he gently blew his ice cold breath over them making them harder, he gorged himself licking and sucking her breasts, taking as much of the soft flesh into his mouth as he could sucking, then releasing. As he ate her his hands slowly stroked the outside of her thighs from the knee to her hips and then around to her buttocks, as he slid around the flesh of arse he gripped and pulled her cheeks apart her cunt opened and closed as he went, releasing the scent of her wet pussy into the room, he could hear the juices licking and sticking to her swollen lips as he prized them apart, overcome with lust he ripped off his leathers exposing his huge swollen cock, mounting her he put it over her mouth as he licked his way down her navel towards her gaping cunt, he groaned as she opened her mouth and began to devour him. Undeterred he accepted the pleasure but continued on his quest to make her submit to his will, his face inches from her mound he stopped to let his eyes take in the revelation of her cunt, her pink lips glistened as her creamy lust spewed from within her, constantly dribbling from her hot pussy down into her tight arse, he watched it pool as he raised her thighs. The smell of it overtook him like an animal as he sucked her cunt into his mouth, his tongue probing and invading her as he licked and swallowed her juices, his elixir. He drank his fill of her and swirled his tongue around her clit, swollen and exposed he flicked at it as she abandoned herself to him, she sucked and pulled at his cock with her mouth as it flayed before her, he responded by sucking at her clit, sliding two fingers deep within her wet hole as he worked on her pleasure zone, fucking her hard and deep to the rhythm of her cries, sliding his other hand beneath her he slid a sodden finger into her arse teasing and circling as he penetrated her slowly with it, rubbing the fingers inside her cunt around the fingers in her arse as she lost all control, still he licked her driving her to the edge, then it came, he could feel her cunt contract around his fingers as he continued to lick at her, responding he buried his fingers into each orifice deeper as each grip subsided, juices poured as she climaxed, bucking and straining against her bindings he rammed at her until her body became wasted. He stroked her buttocks as she subsided, still not a word spoken, then as her breathing eased he arose; and positioned himself before her, he again spread her thighs exposing a wet mass of cream around her cunt, his cock throbbed with anticipation as he lowered it and worked it around her wet lips with his hand , coating it with juices ready for the onslaught, he moved the tip of it just inside her lips, feeling the warmth of her as he played. With each pass he slowly worked it in, allowing her to adjust to size of the beast that was about to impale her, slowly he pushed it in, as she gasped he continued to withdraw it and then sink it deeper with each gentle thrust, until its entirety filled her, he waited as she moaned, then it came, "fuck me" she wanted him so badly, but he needed her more, he began to thrust faster and deeper with each movement, there skin slapped together as he began fucking her, and his balls slammed into her as he fucked. He licked at her neck and breasts biting and sucking as he fucked her faster and faster until his balls tightened and he started to feel the exquisite pleasure of orgasm well within him, the strength of feeling heightening with each thrust, ramming and fucking her harder and deeper there was no return, he gave a primeval grunt and gasped as his cum gushed through his cock, the pressure of which was too strong causing his cock to pulsate as the molten liquid burst through him, squirting the pure white substance so deep within her she could feel it coating the inside of her cunt, she began to orgasm as he fucked her clenching hole exaggerating his own orgasm, he cried with relief as he shot his last and he held her close as he withered. He removed her blindfold and she smiled at him, he gazed into her eyes and put a finger to her lips as she tried to speak, the stared at each other for hours in silence, then he dressed. He released one of her hands and kissed her again keeping silent, she could hear the roar of his bike as he rode away, she smiled. She wandered what would happen from here, would she see him again or not, her heart ached. Later that day feeling lonely she switched on her terminal, it bleeped with a new message, it was him. she opened the mail and beamed as she read the words. Dream Weaver "One of the men has a hold of my head, assaulting my mouth with his pressing body and his ... thing. He has a hand-full of my hair, pulling it hard. Another is behind me thrusting himself into me deeply." Anne said with a slight tone of excitement. "I don't mean to be direct Mrs. Baker but are you sure they are raping you?" Dr. Sanders asked in a low voice. "Well my arms are tied and my feet seem to be tied to something," she replied harshly. "I understand Mrs. Baker but some women are known to engage in such sexual activity, freely." "I promise you Dr. Sanders this is not being done freely," Anne barked. "Okay, let's go back to the beginning and see if we can figure out how this dream begins and why," Dr. Sanders said reassuring. "Okay," Mrs. Anne Baker agreed, her medium frame body lay out to relax on the sofa but showed all the signs of tension. Her fidgeting fingers and nervous quivering lips told she was not comfortable. Dr. Sanders sat close by with his pad in his lap that he scribbled upon. "I am in a line with some other women." "How are the woman dressed?" Dr. Sanders asked lightly. "We are all dressed in deep red almost maroon colored robesin deep red almost maroon colored robes. Shackles around our ankles bind each of us. My hands are tied in front of me and we are being shoved down a corridor that is lit with torches. The walls are rock and mortar, like an old castle." Anne stopped and took a deep breath. "You're doing fine, please continue." "The hall opens up into a large room with many beds, like a sleeping quarters for an army or something. We are pushed to the ground in the open area of this room. All of us are scared and huddled close to one another. A large bald man with a whip is keeping us bunched up. 'Cracking' it in mid air." "What is he wearing?" Dr. Sanders asked as he gazed in the mirror and scratched his baldheaded with his pencil. "No shirt and his skirt, I guess it's a skirt. It's not pants. They are dark brown leather and his sandals are wrapped up and around his legs with long leather straps. I venture to say he hadn't had a bath this year." Dr. Sanders restrained a snicker. "Please continue." "A large group of men are coming into the room and we are being paired up with them. They are selecting women as if shopping for ... sex!" "How can you tell this?" The Dr. asked. "You know when a man has his hormones raging," Mrs. Baker replied. "I think you mean Testosterone, but please finish." "Yes testosterone, what-ever, this man grabs me and starts kissing my neck and has me in a bear hug. I can't move my arms and my feet are still shackled so I am unable to kick, which was my first reaction. His scruffy face and rough whiskers are abrasive on my neck. He even bit me." "You feel the sting of the bite or just the bite?" "What? Of course I feel the sting of the bite it doesn't feel good either. He drags me over to a bed, I think it's a bed and they unshackled my ankles. His hand has a tight grip on my hair and I can't do anything but follow his lead." "Are you okay, Mrs. Baker?" Dr. Sanders asked slightly concerned. "Yes, I'm okay. I am thrown over the bed with my hands tied and he begins mauling me. Pulling hard at my breasts and slapping at my ass not playfully but 'yes' I feel the sting." "Okay, this is where the other man comes in. Mrs. Baker are you up for the in-depth treatment today?" Dr. Sanders asked. "Yes, you told me we would be having another session soon. I want what-ever's going to rid me of this night-mare," Mrs. Baker said sadly. "It seems to be getting worse. "Often times the experience seems more intense before the ratification of a problem," Dr Sanders said reassuring. "Oh," she replied with a tone of not understanding. "Okay, take this pill, it's valuminimum(cr3) , you understand how it works, so just lie back and relax." Dr. Sanders hands Anne a pill and a small plastic cup of water. He then gets up and heads towards the door. "I will be back after it has taken affect," Dr. Sanders opened the door and exited. Mrs. Baker lay on the sofa, in the room silent, reflecting on her situation. Fifteen minutes later~ "Mrs. Baker ... Anne? Can you understand me?" Dr. Sanders asked, bent over Mrs. Baker. "Mee laa heer," she answered in an apparently 'Drugged' state of confusion. "Good, the medicine has taken effect already. Mrs. Baker I am going to begin with the therapy, okay? You are a prisoner and are given to the Guards of the Roman army to do what they will with you, okay? The prison is huge and there is no escape. You must do as they ask of you, okay?" Dr. Sanders asked. "Oakie," she mumbles as if highly intoxicated. Dr. Sanders goes to the door and opens it, in walks two men with suits and ties. "Okay, you know the rules, no clothes. Take them off here and no hitting, biting or striking for any reason. I will be back in thirty minutes and that will one hundred dollars a piece." "Okay," answered one man excited while the other relieves his wallet of the cash, handing it to the Doctor. "Thanks," he said with a huge grin. Dr. Sanders exits the room and the men shed their clothes and prowl over to where Anne lay. "I got her head this time," one man said in a rough voice. Placing his half-hard cock at Mrs. Baker's mouth and forcing it in between her lips.. Just as the other man comes from behind her and presses his fingers into her deeply, she opens her mouth to scream only to find a cock pushed deeper into her throat. Gagging and mumbling she struggles to fight the two men off but her present state has her unable to resist with any real strength, or is she. "Awww." The man yelled as Anne bit down hard on his cock and his groin area. Yanking on his ball sack with all her might, she bit down harder. Springing to her feet like an awoken feline. "Now! I said ... 'Now' DAMN-IT!" Anne yelled "Oh you want it now?" One man asked laughing. "The Bitch bit me," the other screamed. Just then the door barges open and a uniformed assault team of five police officers rush in with pistols aimed and yelling, "Freeze ... on the ground. Now! On the ground." Black flack vests marked with PD rushed and subdued the two men quickly. Placing cuffs on them and reading them their rights. "You okay?" One officer asked Anne. "Hell No I'm not all right. I have just been FUCKED by these two FUCK heads," she kicked at one as she jets past the small group of arresting officers. "Did you get Dr. Dick?" She yells angrily. "Right here," an officer escorting Dr. Sanders to the room with handcuffs already applied. She 'slaps' his face as she storms by them. Dr. Sanders looks about the room knowing his world will be changed forever now. Seeing the little plastic cup of water and the white pill dissolved in the bottom of it. His body goes limp as if he melted with a slap of reality. "Hey Anne," an officer yells out. "Congratulations, on your capture of the Dream Weaver." "Shits gonna give me NIGHTMARES forever!" Anne barks back as she continues to leave. "Hey where are you going?" "To wash my mouth out!" Anne yelled back with a snap. "You're going down Dream Weaver," the officer said with a snicker. "My attorney will have me out by night-fall and I will be dreaming in my soft bed, tonight," the Doctor mumbled. "Thinking about you Officer..." The Doctor looks long and hard at the officers' name pin and shield number. ~end?~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (A heartfelt thanks to the editor (LadyCibelle) I highly recommend the Literotica's Volunteer Editing if your in need of an editor. The expediance of this edit was head spinning thanks LadyC~) Dream Weaver I've reworked this story, renamed it and now I am reposting. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * * * * * * Chapter One Music pulsed through the air. It seemed to vibrate amidst the crystals of the chandelier in the front hall and reverberate against the wall sconces as the man in black walked by them. He sighed and rolled his dark green eyes. His skin was pale, made to look more so by the long, shiny locks of black hair that swirled around his wide shoulders. He stared around the ballroom and searched for one person. The room was crowded and the men seemed to draw back from him, while the women seemed drawn to him. They arched their backs and preened as his eyes rested on them. He paid little attention to any of them. The heels of his motorcycle boots clicked loudly on the parquet floor, the reflection of his duster-covered form shining in the wide mirrors that surrounded the room. He was almost through the ballroom and had opened the terrace doors. There were more of the same strangely dressed people stomping through his intricately planted gardens. "Celesta." He could feel the anger as it built inside of him and he spun to search across the sea of black clad, pale-faced strangers. He searched for a sleek blonde in red. She always wore red. She said it was her signature color, something that she wanted people to think of when they saw it. Another growl began in his gut when he finally saw her. She had her bare arm in the arm of a man who held the leash of a naked girl and tugged her along behind them. He ignored the girl and the man and strode right up to Celesta. He grabbed her arm and stopped her progress through the room. "What have I told you, Celesta?" Her brown eyes, eyes that had been warm with laughter at the man she captivated, grew hard and cold. "You can't expect me to stay here for hours and hours without something to do, Chal. I can't just twiddle my fingers and wait for you to remember I'm here." There was a distinct whine in her voice, despite the hardness in her eyes. She glared up at him and waited for him to back down as he had so many times before. "Then I think it is time for us to part ways, Celesta." His voice was just as cold. "I shall settle an account for you, a substantial amount until you can find another man." He turned away though he turned back only once. He saw the triumph in her eyes, a fleeting impression that disappeared quickly. "Get them out!" The man who had courted Celesta tugged on the leash of the girl. Chal felt a spurt of fury and he reached out to grab the man by the collar and lifted him off his feet. He glared at the man. "How do you like it?" Then he grabbed the leash and then dropped the man on his ass. It was a spur of the moment decision, one that he knew was the right thing to do. "Everybody! OUT!!" The exodus was quick. The word spread even more quickly to the people in the garden. Chal heard the sound of his expensive planters being broken into shards of pottery. He didn't want to even know what the plants in those planters would look like. He made a mental note to call his gardener. It would be worth his time and money to have Celesta out of his life and out of his home. "Wait, Chal!" He heard her but he didn't care to hear what she had to say. Celesta had been with him long enough to know that when he made up his mind, he wasn't going to change it and there wasn't a thing she could do or say to change that. "Chal! I'm not Selena. I can't wait for you to share a piece of yourself, which you never do..." She grabbed hold of his arm and stopped him in mid stride. "Chal, talk to me. Don't you know how I feel about you?" Chal stared down at her hand and forced her to remove it from his arm with just a look. "I know how you feel about my money and about what I can do for you in bed. I don't need either anymore." He didn't raise his voice and the softness of his tone sounded even more threatening than if he had yelled at her. "I'll tell!" She was desperate and grew more so as he began to walk away from her again. He stopped so quickly that the girl ran into his back. Her exclamation of surprise was drowned out by the sound of his leather duster. It snapped as he turned. He stared down into her face and saw her pretty blue eyes grow wide and she flinched back. "I won't hurt you. But you are completely another matter, Celesta. You know what will happen if you do and you also know that I am not afraid of any consequences. Do not threaten me. I will give you half an hour to pack your bags. Rodney and Giselle will be watching you as you do, then Rodney will take you into town and pay for a motel for you to stay in." Celesta's face was pale and tears streamed from her eyes. Mascara ran right along with it and fear was rampant, making her pant. She gulped unsteadily, but then regained her composure. "So what...you're going to fuck her instead of me? What do you think she'll say when she finds out what you are?" "I think that compared to what your boyfriend was doing to her, she'll probably figure she traded up, where, if you run to him, you're definitely diving into the shallower end of the gene pool." He smirked, a sly twist of his lush lower lip. "Thirty minutes, Celesta. Anything you forget, I'll give to a home for abused women. Now get out!" Celesta sagged against the man who once held the leash. "Who are you to threaten her?" His bellow echoed against the massive stone walls. Celesta gasped. "No, Donnie, don't provoke him." Donnie hugged her. "Shush little one. You have no right to speak to her in such a manner." He poked his index finger into Chal's chest to emphasize his words. "She is a lady. Show some respect." Chal grabbed his fist and twisted it easily until the man screamed with the pain. He stared at him, at his face contorted in pain and felt absolutely nothing. "If you think she is such a lady, take her with you. She'll prove you wrong, but I'm more than happy for you to take the bitch." The wrist snapped in his grip and he pushed Donnie away and then sent Celesta backwards when she came at him with nails bared. "Twenty minutes, Celesta. You might want to save your energy to get your shit together." Chal wrapped his arm around the naked girl's waist and urged her to walk with him. He didn't stop again and ignored Celesta's crying and Donnie's empty threats of legal actions that would be filed against Chal. Instead, he walked to the big curved stairway and slowly mounted the oak risers. His boots sounded loud on the stairs but the girl just padded along beside him, her bare feet silent. He hesitated for just a moment at the top and glanced down the hall toward his master bedroom. Celesta would be headed there for the things he'd allowed her to bring into his room. He wasn't in any mood to deal with any more of her tantrums. Instead he turned the other way and pulled the girl into a room bigger than a normal bedroom. This room held shelf upon shelf of beautifully bound books. A fire stirred lazily in the fireplace and a tray sat upon the wide desk. It held both a crystal decanter of his favorite whisky and a small pot of chocolate, left to stay warm on the tiny flame of a candle. Chal shook his head. Rodney was amazing. The man seemed psychic but he refused to tell Chal if he held some kind of supernatural power. He'd learned not to ask, just to enjoy having what he wanted before he wanted it. He turned to the girl and saw that she still stood in the doorway, her head bowed. Her hands were cuffed, chained to the collar at her neck. He walked toward her and picked up the warm scarlet robe that Rodney had left for her. The girl flinched then forced herself to not stir as Chal reached up to release her wrists. A small gold lock held the collar to her throat and he twisted it. It broke easily under his powerful grip. When it was open and the collar fell to the ground, the girl glanced up at him than quickly bowed her head again when he went to touch her. "I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke softly, his tone that of a man that faced an injured wild animal. It was soft and calm and it soothed her. He could see her relax her taut muscles. He stroked his hand through the short length of her silky curls. They were as black as his and the curls twined around his fingers. "Are you cold?" "Y-yes." Chal smiled at the sound of her voice. "What's your name?" She quickly thrust her arms into the warmth of the heavy robe, but she hesitated when she reached for the tie. "May I sir?" "Yes." He sighed. She didn't trust him. She acted like that wild animal. She was easy to spook and untrusting of anything he might do for her. "I'm not like him, you don't need to ask me for anything. Please, tell me your name?" "What would you like it to be, sir?" Her slender hands moved over the soft material of the robe and a small smile touched her lips but disappeared when she realized that he watched her. Chal took her hand and tugged her over to the long sofa. It was plush leather and very comfortable. He'd spent some of his daytime hours on that sofa, a book in his hands. She sank down onto it and then ran her hand over the soft leather. "I'd like to know the name that was given to you at birth." The girl chewed on her lower lip and snuck quick glances his way. "My name is...Bliss" "That's a pretty name. Bliss do you have family close by?" Chal spoke her name slowly and watched as her eyes dropped. She began to shake and her face grew even paler. "No one is going to hurt you here, Bliss I promise that." Bliss swallowed hard and she clasped her hands together to stop their shaking. "My...My f-father sold me to t-that man. He brought m-me from o-overseas." "Your father sold you?" It wasn't the first time he'd heard of something like that but it still angered him. Bliss was a tiny thing and her head reached barely to his shoulder. He knew she was slender but with curves that definitely spoke of being a woman. He saw the tear that slipped down her cheek and reached out to catch it on his thumb. "I won't send you back, Bliss. You could stay here, with me, if you'd like." Her hands rose and wiped at her eyes. She glanced over at him again. "Stay here with you like I was with him?" Chal shook his head and reached out to gently touch her cheek. He turned her face so that she would look at him. "No Bliss. Not if you don't want that. I would never do anything to you that would hurt or demean you. I would have you stay as a companion. You would be safe and cared for here." Bliss stared at him and confusion made her brows furl. "Why? I'm a nobody, a-a nothing? Why would you take me in?" She seemed to realize that she stared at him and she dropped her gaze back to her hands. When he lifted his hand to touch her, she flinched back as if she expected to be hit. Chal lifted her chin again and forced her to look at him. "You are not a nobody, Bliss. Besides, I have this huge house and with Celesta gone, I'll be here alone. You'll actually be a lifesaver. Rodney and Giselle are constantly on me about not having enough people in the house. As long as you don't have parties like Celesta threw, we'll have no problems, Bliss" "And...and you won't talk to my father?" "No." He smiled down at her. "I will never do anything you don't want." His hand reached out and he let the back of his knuckles touch and then stroked the soft skin of her cheeks. "Did he hurt you?" Bliss's cheeks grew rosy and her eyes dropped. "What is it? Tell me?" "He...he raped me." Her words were whispered and her hands fell to her lap and clasped almost desperately as if to stop their shaking. "Was he your first, Bliss?" She nodded and he felt a spurt of anger that made him wish he'd broken a lot more bones then one in Donnie's chubby body. He rose and went to stand in front of the fire. He tossed in another log and pushed it around with the poker. He went to the tray and poured himself a big drink. It went down in one swallow. He turned and hurled the glass into the fireplace where it seemed to blow up. The curse that left his lips was foul and he regretted it as soon as he turned and looked down at her. "I'm sorry." The words tumbled from his lips and he sank down next to her. "How old are you, Bliss?" "Nineteen." The word was mumbled and if it wasn't for Chal's excellent supernatural hearing, he wouldn't have been able to understand her. "So young to be treated so harshly." He rose again and went to the pot of chocolate and poured a cupful for her. He added a couple of Giselle's cookies and handed it to her. "When was the last time you ate?" He watched as she bit hungrily into one of them. "Yesterday." Her mouth was full and she hid her lips from his eyes with a hastily raised hand. "He only fed me once a day." He managed to keep his anger under control this time, but he did get her a couple more cookies. "I'll have Giselle fix you something, Bliss" She took a sip of the chocolate and her eyes grew wide. "Is this real chocolate?" Chal grinned. "Yes, Giselle has a fondness for it." "It's good." She dipped her head again and then it was as if she suddenly realized that he wouldn't hurt her, not in the way that Donnie had. Her head lifted and she glanced his way before she took another sip of her drink. "Who are you?" Chal tossed his head back and laughed. "I'm sorry, my lady. I should have introduced myself immediately." He rose and took her slender hand to bow gracefully over it. "I am Chal Harris, at your service." "C-could I ask another question?" "Anything." "What did that woman mean?" "Which woman?" Chal tried to buy a bit of time. He almost burst out laughing as he saw her expression. It was the perfect moue of a woman who thought she was being patronized. "The blonde in the red dress, you know, the one that you were arguing with?" "Ahh, her. Yes, we were arguing. I'd grown tired of the constant stream of party followers that interrupted the quiet in my house all of the time. I grew to hate the parties and the fact that she grew ever easier to give them at my expense." "You don't like partying?" "An occasional night out is great. Tripping on Les's dogs just doesn't do anything for me. People like your Donnie seem to always follow Celesta wherever she goes." He tipped his head to the side and his green eyes studied her carefully. "I've been trying to place your accent. It's light but I hear just the touch of an Irish brogue. Am I right?" "My father, aye, he is a native, born and bred. My mother was American. She'd married da before realizing what kind of man he was. She tried to get away from him but he refused to let me go with her. I was born in the United States before da made us move back. I had dual citizenship." She lifted her mug and took a quick sip before she looked at him. Then her eyes widened as she realized what she'd told him. Chal laughed. "I've been told I have a way of ferreting out information before people even know their talking. But don't worry, Bliss, I won't use anything you tell me against you. I want you to learn to trust me. We're going to be good friends." He reached out again. He just couldn't keep his hand to himself. It was a first for him and he found her infinitely intriguing. "You're, what's the term...Black Irish?" Chal slid his hand down the length of her arm and held her hand. With little thought of what he was doing, he pulled a tiny bit of energy from her and smiled. "Aye." She yawned, the heat of the chocolate made her sleepy. "My da, he was the same. When my ma died, da was all I had left." "And now you have me." He slid his fingers against the softness of her skin. "You should eat before you go to sleep." She shook her head and let her cheek rest against his hand. "I'm tired." "Bliss, I'm going to pick you up. I don't want you to be afraid of me." "Not afraid." Her words were whispered. When he picked her up, she snuggled into his chest and let her head rest against his neck. He smelled good, sweet and spicy though he wasn't all that warm. "You won't hurt me." "No, I won't." "Mm, hmm." She snuggled against him and her arms came up to wrap around his neck. She mumbled something else that was pretty unintelligible. He pushed open the door to the hallway and saw the door into his bedroom was open and Rodney was just coming out of the one that had been Celesta's. It had connecting doors into his room. "Giselle is changing the sheets, sir. I told her earlier but she didn't want her highness to throw a fit about something that was an order of yours. We have it pretty well cleaned out. I didn't think the little one would care to wear any of her clothing." "Rodney, how did I ever survive without you?" "I've been asking you that for years, sir." Chal chuckled. "True, you have. Miss Bliss has been through a pretty rough experience." "Yes, sir. She has. That man was a poster child for legalizing abortion." Rodney held open the door into Celesta's old room, now Bliss's. Giselle was leaning over the bed, changing pillow cases. Celesta's blood red satin sheets were on the floor at her feet. She pulled the thick comforter down as well as the silky soft Egyptian cotton sheets. "Might I burn those, sir?" She nodded at the hated sheets that were all Celesta would have. "I never realized how little you two liked Celesta." He laid Bliss down on the bed and lifted her feet to put them under the covers. Then he pulled the covers up to her neck and tucked her in. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "It was not our place, sir." Chal gave Rodney a look that spoke volumes to the man. "Next time, please don't hesitate." Rodney chuckled. "I told you, Giselle." "Rodney, remind me to never bet against you." Giselle reached into the plain black skirt she wore and handed Rodney the five dollars they'd bet. "Oh come on, Giselle. How many times have you said that and you know he won't remind you? He considers you easy money." Chal waved the couple out and picked up one of the satin pillowcases that had escaped Giselle's arms. He closed the bedroom door until it was just cracked. The dim light of the hallway shone in that crack and highlighted the shadows under her eyes and the hollows in her cheeks. "Giselle, listen for her, would you?" "You're leaving sir?" "It's been a very long three weeks, Giselle. I need to feed. I won't be out all night." He bent and kissed her cheek and then tapped Rodney softly on the back. "Thank you, both of you." Then he strode down the hallway and slipped out the French doors at the end and jumped lithely over the balustrade. The night air touched his cheeks, the moon reflected in the green of his eyes. He closed them and breathed deeply as he searched with his senses for what he needed. When he opened them, his eyes glowed. His lips parted and his canines elongated until they rested against his lower lips. What he became could have been thought of as a monster, but the victim he had in mind wouldn't mind what he looked like. She would be as anxious as he was. He could almost taste her on the breeze. He blurred and moved so fast that the normal human eyes wouldn't be able to see him. She was ripe, her desire like a drug to him. She opened the window on the second floor of her house and he jumped easily up to push himself through. She lay on the bed, her legs curled under her, her eyes glazed with passion. She held up her arms. "I want you." Chal smiled. "Yes, you do." Then he covered her body with his own.   I hope you enjoyed it. Remember, voting and commenting are important to those of us putting our work out there. Take care all Dream Weaver The smell of flowers and a tickle on my cheek roused me from my sleep a second time. I opened my eyes and I was taken aback by what I saw. I was no longer in my room, or even near my home from what I could tell. The salty smell of the ocean could be made out on the wind amongst the sweet smell of spring blossoms. All around me the pale petals fell on the breeze shaken from their branches by what smelled like a coming storm. Off in the distance I then heard the distinct sound of thunder rolling through the atmosphere. The air around me was warm, and caressed my skin like satin. I was laying outside, in a meadow on a bed of satin pillows and silk sheets surrounded by blossoming trees and bright fireflies. The tiny insects blipped in out of sight all around me in the darkness. Looking up I could see the most beautiful sight of all, the clear night sky. I got up on my knees and tilted my head as far as it would go, looking into the inky night sky. It was wondrous to see such a clear sky. I then remembered the sound of the thunder off in the distance, how could the night sky be so clear with a storm so close? The most awe inspiring was the moon right above me. Full, and in its glory shining brightly against the black void of space. My jaw dropped open as I stared at the vast number of bright dots that speckled the horizon, I was stunned into silence. It must be a dream, I thought. The most beautifully vivid dream I had ever had. Another breeze brushed my shoulders and I shivered a little, looking around to see if there was something I could put around my bare shoulders. Bare shoulders? I looked down at myself, and I covered delicately in a silver white dressing gown. The fabric was soft and as thin as spun silk. The delicate fabric was dyed in the palest shade of silver. It seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. It lay in long layers, each ending at different lengths; blowing softly in the breeze. The breeze caught the edges of some of them making it look like the fabric danced on the current. My nipples could be made out still even under the three or four layers of fabric. Each of them tightened and hardened in the cool breeze. As I looked at my surroundings, I saw how magical it all looked around me. The moss that covered the tree trunks was a more vibrant green that I had ever seen. Surrounding the island of pillows in the meadow; were blossoming night flowers that seemed to shimmer in the right light. Trees had leaves in shades of dark teal and emerald with pale cream and pink colored blossoms. I was taken aback by my own imagination as made out more of my surroundings. I was stretched out on an island of soft feather pillows covered in satin. Bright jeweled tones covered the supple pillows as they cradled my frame. There was a small pond off to the left of the clearing, where I could hear the night calls of the toads and the crickets echoing in the darkness. Taking care not to rip the gossamer light fabric, I stood up and stepped forth in my bare feet out onto the dark grass around me. I could feel the cool dampness of night dew on the blades of grass, but it did not make them cold. Instead it felt nice and cool against my skin, and in between my toes. I had to lift the hem of the gown and all its airy layers as I made my way next to the spring of water. As I stood next to the water's edge I knelt down, looking into the clear pool; my hair fell around my face and in my eyes. Letting out an audible sigh, I flipped my head one side, tossing my long hair back over my shoulder and out of my eyes. "I love when you do that, did you know that?" A voice rang out of the night. I knew the voice, the deep rich tone, husky and sensual. I knew it as soon as I heard it. "Nicolas!" I called out into the darkness, "Nick, where are you?" I turned around scanning the tree line off in the distance. My chest began to rise and fall at a heightened state of awareness. I could hear the blood rush in my ears again. I was afraid for a moment that I might pass out, as I felt the hard thump of my heart in my chest. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, concentrating on slowing my pulse. I swallowed hard, gaining control of myself. I couldn't see far off into the dark, but I could almost, feel him near me. I spun all the way around, trying hard to make out his familiar silhouette against the backdrop of the tree line but even after spinning around twice, I still couldn't see him anywhere. What I could do, was smell him. I could smell the musky scent of his spicy cologne on the air, as well as the same smells from the kitchen; the cut grass, the rain and the heavy scent of a man after a hard day's work. My mouth watered as I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in. "Nicolas, please come out here. Where are you?" I listened carefully, trying to hear above the sounds of the night, to hear for foots steps or rustling to give away any hint of which direction he was in, but all I heard was his soft laugh echo around me as if it came from every direction. I was beginning to not enjoy this little game of his. Then, like a phantom in the night I heard his deep voice echo out into the darkness. "I would watch you do your homework for hours just to see that one move you just made." His voice was deep and rich, thick with seduction. I felt a pull deep within myself reaching out for him. I followed that compass within me and spun around one last time and stopped facing away from the pond staring off into the opposite corner of the clearing. The need I felt for him intensified as I looked off into the darkness in that direction. Nick strode lazily across the meadow toward me and my breathing became labored once again. I watched his long strides carry him across the expanse in little time, the closer he got the more I could see of him, and oh my, was there a lot to see. Jutting out before him in striking fashion; was his stiff erection fiercely pointed at me. The closer he came to me, the harder I bit my lower lip as I stared at his swollen cock before me. It looked in dire need of being dealt with, and the more I saw of it; the more I wanted to the one to deal with it. I couldn't believe my brazen staring at the most private of parts on one of my oldest of friends but, it begged to be stared at. In fact, it begged for a lot of things. My cheeks went flush allowing me to regain myself enough to look away and try to act like I hadn't just about drooled all over myself at the sight of him. "Do you like what you see Serenity?" He asked me as came to a stop so close to me I thought I could feel the heat from his skin. He stood tall, still stroking his imposing penis. I began to turn away from him, but he grabbed my arm and turned me with a jolt making me spin around and meet his gaze. Those eyes, those soft glowing eyes; looked deep inside me and caressed my mind. I was mesmerized by them, even as I tried to look away. I was speechless as he held my focus on his face until I watched him blink a couple times and the brightness dimmed in his irises and go back to his anything but common, green eyes. He was not the same boy I grew up with even though he had his eyes. This man before me was a master of his own masculinity. He towered over my small frame as always standing 6'4, but now, I was getting a full view of the rugged man that hid beneath his work clothes. He had always been handsome, but as I watched him standing before me, in all his virility, I was awestruck. His handsome face was just the beginning of this blue collar Irish Adonis. His shaggy reddish brown hair fell just past his collar and cast my eyes across his strong shoulders. I watched as his chest flexed and relaxed in time with my heart beat, and my eyes walked down his well-defined torso and taut muscles of his stomach, flexing and relaxing with the same rhythmic ebb and flow. Then, there was the reason for his rhythmic flexing. He was stroking his well-built cock in my direction still, and I was in awe of the spectacle before me. It was hot and exciting. It made my blood rise and my face flush and I couldn't bring myself to look away as he stroked his erection with long, smooth strokes. When I could I looked back up into his eyes and they held nothing but raw hunger and need. My nipples raised into tight peaks under the soft fabric of the dressing gown I wore. I thought back to the dreams I had while in high school in my senior year and for a little while after I left for University. Hot, steamy dreams of Nick coming to me at night and having his way with me. At first I didn't know what to do about them, but then I didn't think much of them after a while. They were dreams after all, and I only ever remembered bits and pieces of them. And they were never this real, this life like. I assumed it was just something I needed to deal with; like being home sick. I had never denied that Nick was attractive, just that he was arrogant and moody most of the time and that we had been like family to one another for a long time. That alone had kept Nick off my radar for many years. Besides a healthy relationship with B.O.B., I had given up on sex with anyone but myself after a long string of bad decisions and regrettable one night stands. Nicolas stood before me in all his masculinity. I could not look at him now and see the boy I once knew. The eyes might be the same, but he was anything but a boy anymore. And he stood before me in complete command. I was breathless watching him. It was exciting and exquisite. He looked shameless in his movements. Showing a master of control; never changing the speed or ferocity of his stroke. He looked primal. Lustful. I felt myself melt and the warmth between my thighs grow. I enjoyed watching to begin with, but Nick made it look like a performance, and I was his captive audience. "Nick." I breathed. I thought back to those dream's I had once had, and thought about the lonely nights I had spent alone, waking up to flush cheeks and rapid heartbeat. I looked over his gorgeous naked body again, and I turned a innocent little look up into those brilliant green eyes. If this was a dream I was going to enjoy it. The one side of his mouth curled into a devious grin as he looked down to my chest and saw the two obvious peaks that were now apparent through the thin material. "Looks like you DO like what you see, hmmm?" Cupping my breasts with both his hands, he rubbed the flat of his thumbs over my taught nipples as I held my breath and bit my lip. Grasping the little peaks with his forefinger and thumb he rolled my nipples between them, pinching and pulling in slow agonizing circles. "Please," I breathed, as I closed my eyes with a deep sigh. With every stroke he made, I felt it pulse deep within my gut. It had been so long since I had been touched this way, in any way really. I was near panting when I squeezed my legs and repositioned myself. I caught a sly grin slide across his face when I opened my eyes at the sound of a small chuckle, showing his amusement for my frustration. Tilting my head back I let out a sigh and closed my eyes again. My body ached to be touched by those fingers, all over. But for now, I wanted to watch some more. I licked my dry lips in anticipation of watching him touch his stiff cock again, and a moan drifted from my lips. "Please what?" He purred and flattened his hand to cup my soft breast with his hand. I shifted again, hoping for some relief, but was only met with more frustration. It felt like he stroked the most intimate parts of my body just with that simple touch of his hand. I brought my face back to meet his, and with open mouth I panted, "I want to watch." I felt his hand flex as I said it, his eyes flew wide with excitement. Letting go of my breasts he grabbed both my arms with his strong hands, he captured my mouth. Plunging his tongue along mine in my mouth, I whimpered as I threw my arms around his bent neck. His kiss made me weak in the knees, making it impossible to stand on my own any longer. I crashed into his naked body as the heat of it radiated across flesh causing shivers to rack my body. When he broke our kiss we locked eyes again. Nick's eyes were darker now, almost animistic in their need. It caught my breath to see him this way, so stripped and bare. I felt his hands run up and over my bare shoulders and rested his hands flat against my skin just on either side of my neck. Controlling my head with his strong hands he tilted my head backward, running his tongue along the throbbing vein in my neck, growling deep inside his throat. I felt the vibration of his growl all over my body, renewing my nipples to hard peaks and raising the fine hairs all over my body. His pressure was firm but not rough. I let out a cry as he took the delicate straps of the airy garment with his fingers and sliding them off my shoulders and letting it fall where it clung to my curvaceous hips. My eyes were shut tight again as I felt his teeth trace my outstretched neck as he pushed the garment over curve of my buttocks, allowing it to pool in a puddle of silver at my feet. This time it was Nick that let out an impassioned gasp as I stood before him as naked and as bare as he was. I looked down to see the renewal of his firm hard-on, and a small twitch as he stared at me, his own chest rising and falling with some difficulty. "You look so," he stopped and my heart clenched tight. "fucking beautiful." he finished in a breathless voice. I exhaled a breath I hadn't know I was holding and relaxed a little. I felt the flush grow all over my body as he stood there, watching me. He ran his hands over the soft flesh of my tender breasts, then drew his finger nails with the faintest touch over my soft belly and around to my soft hips. I watched the flex in his muscles as his chest flexed and relaxed as he explored my body with his hands. His fingers were calloused and rough, but felt amazing crawling over my tender skin. Slight rough patches on his hands from the hard work he did around the farm, tickled and prickled the sensitive skin over and around my breasts. I just stood there, still of all motion letting every touch and every graze be felt deep inside. "Look at me." He ordered. I looked up into his bright green eyes as I felt his hands firmly take grip of my waist and pull me closer to him. My eyes fluttered with the moan that came out of me when I felt the weight of his erection pressed firmly against my belly. I wanted to feel it, with my hands, with my lips and pushing deep between my legs. Pressing hard inside me, not pressed against me. His strong rough hands circled my waist and took a firm hold of my ass and pressed his fingers hard into my soft flesh. The groan that came from his mouth when it came crashing down onto mine again was all I could take. I threw my arms around him once again, but this time pulled at him bringing him down closer to me. I wanted to; and was trying to, climb, and mount him. He had barely touched me and yet, I had felt more desire for him than I had with any other man that had seen me this naked in the last seven years. I wanted him to touch me, caress me inside and out. I hungered to watch him pleasure himself again. He said nothing as he traced his fingers of my spine and looked deep into my eyes. I felt him tangle his fingers tight in my hair. "Ahhh." I groaned deeply as I felt him tug ever so slightly on the back of my head as he leaned into to kiss me. He pulled a little bit harder this time. In return he received a much deeper moan from me and a whimper as I submitted to his efforts. I needed to dream like this more often! "Do you like that Serenity?" he asked me with liquid sin on his tongue. "Do you like when I pull your hair?" the devious grin was back when I opened my eyes. "Yes." I panted. "Ah huh." Oh god yes! "Mmmmm, I love to hear the sounds you make when I do." He said as he pulled with just a little more force than he had the times before. Ahhh! It hurt, but it was a good hurt. I cried out and my hands flew up and clawed at his arms. The feeling caused my eyes to roll back and my knees to get weak. I loved the sensation it caused. It was a raw powerful need to be his, to submit to him. I felt the erection pressed against me twitch again with the sound I produced. "I want to touch you." My voice sounded like I was begging. To be honest, I wasn't sure I wasn't. I wanted to trace his skin as he had mine. Starting with running my hands over his powerful body. I wanted to watch his face change with each thrust of his cock in my hands. I leaned forward and while staring deep into his eyes I stuck my tongue out and licked his flat nipple. With my last flick I blew a soft breath over the wet skin and watched it come to a peak. I smiled up at him into his face as it hovered above mine. His lips swollen from our kisses; and his face as flushed as mine was. "I have something else I want you to do with that mouth." He said in rough husky voice. I felt the air catch in my lungs at how it sounded when he spoke. I nodded my response unable to vocalize it. "Come with me." He took my hand and led the way back over to the island of pillows, and helped me down until I was kneeling before him. My mouth watered as I licked my parted lips, staring straight into the sheer size of cock before me. I pulled my bottom lip in and bit down as I eyed him up and down. Nick touched the side of my face, using his thumb to pull my lip out and opening my mouth with a gentle coaxing, running his thumb over my bottom lip. I knew what he wanted and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of giving it to him. Tilting my head up to look him in the face, I looked up at him with my eyes wide open with anticipation of putting the length of him in my mouth. "Watch." I swallowed hard when he took my face in his hand and tilted it back down, bringing me only a few inches from his cock with my warm and wanting mouth. He'd turned my face back down to watch him as he took his rigid cock into his hand and begin to stroke it slow and full of intent. I licked my lips and my mouth watered as I watched him handle the width and length with practiced ease. I began to wonder if I could take him at all, but I knew I wanted to try. The head was a dark red and as he stroked I saw the deep veins along the sides of the magnificent specimen. His one hand was tangled in my hair controlling my head, gently pulling, and the other worked long strokes along the shaft, teasing me with every move of either hand. "Ah!" I cried out with a firm pull of his hand. "Good girl," he purred "I want to hear you. Do you like how that looks?" I pulled down on my head in vain to nod. "No, I want to hear you say it." His voice was firm, but breathy. "Yes. Yes, I love how it looks." My eyes fluttered when he pulled again. I was lost in the sensations I felt with the little pain he gave. "Put your hands on me." It wasn't an order, but it wasn't a request either. I reached up with my hands and lay them flat on his straining thighs. I could feel the beads of perspiration beginning to form on his taut legs as they held him still. He closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled deeply. When he looked down into my face again I could see the force of will he was exhorting to keep control. "Open your mouth. Wide. And stick out your tongue, love." His voice was as controlled as the rest of him. With everything that he said I was compelled to obey. It never crossed my mind not to. I wanted to give him control. It felt like I almost needed, to give him that control. I did as I was told and opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out flat as far as it would go. He cursed something gutterally as he tilted my head back with a tug of my hair. Dream Weaver "You don't know how beautiful you look staring up at me with those eyes of yours, with your mouth open waiting for my cock." I couldn't help but whimper at the rawness of the words he chose. I felt a small trickle of wetness between my kneeling legs. I took my hands off his legs and squeezed my nipples, groaning my body's response to the little bit of relief I gave it. "You look so wanting Serenity. I could have you look at me like that always, and never get enough." I leaned my face forward and closed my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked it gently all the way into my wet mouth before releasing it again. "Ah!" He cried out in pleasure letting go of himself and grabbing the back of my head with both his hands. "God, Serenity your mouth, it's so fucking hot." He growled. I loved the bass in his voice, the deep gravel of need that echoed in my ears. I took him as far into my mouth as I could this time. I whimpered at the first salty taste of him. I suckled deeply trying to get more. I could feel him at the back of my throat as I ran my tongue along the shaft coaxing more fluid from his balls. I reached, touching the tight sac with my warm hand, and there was another growl that came from his chest. Slowly he tugged the back of my head, controlling it by tangling his fingers in mass of hair he now held at the back of my head. He rocked his hips, slowly pistoning the long length of himself in and out of my mouth. "You look gorgeous, love," he groaned deeply, "Yes, let me fuck your hot little mouth." I sucked harder in response. With steely control he repeatedly ran his cock over my hot tongue as my cheeks went hallow sucking at every inch of him on its way in and out. Soon he cried out and held my head back as he removed his throbbing manhood from my puckered lips with a pop. He groaned as he bent down and took my mouth with his again. Laying me back into the soft cradle of the mountain of pillows, he kneed my legs apart, and lowered himself on top of me slowly. I spread my legs wide, welcoming him. My breathing was hoarse and shallow now, and my want of him was unmistakable. It was all I could do not to beg him to take me as he rubbed the swollen head of his cock along the wet folds of my melting sex. I arched my back bringing my body up to meet his, "Please Nicky." I begged feeling the wealth of him pressing slowly downward. He stopped his decent abruptly making me to realize what I had just said, causing me to blush instantly. I looked up into his face and saw that cocky smile of his and a look of slight surprise. "Nicky, huh??" "I'm sorry. I won't say it again." Biting my lip, I tried to look away. "No," He said catching my face and tilting it to look at him again. "I liked it. Say it again." I looked up into his beautiful face and purred his name again, "Nicky." My voice was low and heated and the look I gave him to go with it said everything. He threw his head back and let out a guttural growl that reverberated throughout his body and through me as well. "Nicky!" I cried out, feeling freed by the sound of his name. He fought off my efforts by withdrawing and putting some space between the most intimate parts of ourselves. I ran my nails down his back and dug them deep into the taut flesh of his backside trying to close that distance once more. "Nicky, please!" I was begging now. "Serenity! When you beg me like that," I felt a shutter travel through his body down to his toes, "I almost come undone when I hear you beg me." He leaned down and licked the valley between my breasts as I arched my back to meet his strokes. I growled deeply in frustration clawing at the pillows lying underneath me, as he continued his torture of my senses. "It's my turn to watch now. Touch yourself for me, love." Nick sat back on his heels and took my knees in both his hands and spread them gently apart until he had a full view of what he wanted to see. I bit hard down on my lip as I brought my hand up and reached down between us and pressed two fingers hard against my clitoris and began to rub in a circular motion, almost immediately moaning his new pet name. Nick looked down at me with a fire that burned in his eyes. "Yes, show me. Show me how to please you." He said his voice urgent and needful. He returned the gesture and while he watched me work the sensitive folds of my weeping cunt, he began to run his hand up and down the length of him again with purpose. "Can you come for me, love?" "Ah huh." I whimpered nodding frantically. "Then come for me Serenity. Show me how you look when you come for me." I watched him and played with myself as he watched me. That revelation brought me to my first orgasm. I squeezed my legs around him tight, arching my back crying out in pleasure. "Nicky!" I begged him. I reached up and pinched my nipple with one and, dipping my fingers in the tiny patch soft black curls just above my clef, leaving the rest slick naked skin. He watched with heavy lidded eyes, as I slid my fingers along the soft slit of my slick sex and draw up the wetness and circle my clit. A soft wet sound could be heard when I pushed two fingers deep inside on the next down stroke. I moaned out, "Oh god!" as his eyes darkened. "Oh, fuck love." He crooned, "Good girl." Those two words so hot and heated they sent me to the edge of the precipice again. He looked me deep in the eyes and ran his fingers over my breasts and down my torso, over the softness of my curves and stopped just at the little tuft of hair I left after shaving everything else. I giggled while gasping for a breath when I felt him tug on it with a little pull. "You look positively edible." He pressed his lips firmly down on my stomach as he bent down. He tickled the inside of my thighs with the gentlest brushes of his calloused fingers as he watched me and traced the line of the inside of my thigh with his mouth. I let out a held breath when he reached the apex of my thighs and I felt him draw a finger along the line of my wanting sex. "Seren. You're so wet! My god, you feel so hot." I arched my back as he delved first a single finger and then another deep inside me, causing me to writhe beneath him aching for another release. I returned to my rhythmic rubbing as I felt him touch and probe the hot depths of my cunt. He growled my name as he saw me return to pleasuring myself. "I love to see you fuck yourself. You look so lovely with your eyes rolled back moaning my name while you touch your greedy little pussy." His words drove me closer to another climax. Moaning loudly I grabbed his hand that touched deep inside me and begged for more. The crudity of his words and the brashness in which he said them was as maddening as his fingers fucking my twitching twat. "Come for me again love. Come for me and call my name and I will give you what we both want." He brought his finger up to my lips for a kiss, and reached out with my tongue and licked it, to his surprise. His eyes widen with a primal moan that crawled out of his chest as I took the finger that had just been deep inside me, and sucked it clean of the slickness that glistened on it. "Oh Shit Serenity!" He cooed at me in a needy voice. His chest heaved as hard as mine did, gasping for air. "Kiss me. Kiss me and I will fuck you until we both can't move." I removed his hand from the warm wetness of my mouth and brought my arms up and around his neck as he leaned in closer to me. I reached out with my tongue and licked the lower lip of his tantalizing mouth as he came in for a kiss. He stretched out between my legs and propped himself up with one arm, stroking my arm with the other. "You don't know how long I have missed this." He said, running his nose along mine then placing a kiss on the tip of it. "Seeing you and feeling you beneath me." His fingers continued to trace soft lines across my skin. With every touch, every brush of his hand I felt the searing heat of his body. "Mine," he rumbled. My body responded to his claiming as I bent my knee and wrapped my leg around his thigh pulling him closer. Arching my back and neck I cried out again gripping his arms tighter with my hands. "Kiss me Nicky." I sighed as he brushed my lips with his nose. A groan escaped his lips as he pressed harder, deepening his angle. "Please." I begged just inches from his face and mere inches from having him completely inside me. "Say it again," he panted as he pressed on, "Say my name again, love" I cried out his name in a cacophony of pleasure as sheathed himself inside me with one thrust. The sound that ripped out of my throat was so primal I wasn't sure it had been me. Panting at the feel of fullness, I did as he asked again and called out to him one last time..... "Nicky!"