Chapter 1
He came to her in the dark as he always did. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and dark, his shadowy presence casting off no illumination. She waited for him impatiently, her body burning for his possession and her mind consumed by need.
He slipped into her bed completely nude. Her hands ran over his massive, muscular chest, needing to feel his body and know that he was really here in her bed. She gasped as his strong arms pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. It was exactly what she wanted. Her body was bare and they touched, skin to skin, nothing between them.
He took her mouth as though he owned it. She welcomed him like a flower seeking the sunlight. His masterful touch set her body and soul aflame, his seeking hands over her naked body eliciting a small moan that was muffled by his mouth. Her hands roamed, running over his broad, sinewy shoulders and back as she continued to lose herself in his embrace.
His powerful, muscular leg parted her thighs and she could feel her dewey, wet core slam hard against his sturdy limb. Grinding her pussy against the steely surface, she hungered for release.
She didn't know if the need was hers, his or a combination of the two...but it didn't matter. They were both caught in a web of desire that they couldn't escape. She started rotating her hips against his leg, breaking away from his mouth with a whimper to pant against his shoulder.
"Please. I need you," she whispered achingly, needing him to take her.
He stroked and teased her breasts, lightly pinching her pebble hard nipples with expert fingers. His tongue traced her earlobe and the side of her neck, finding every sensitive area of her skin.
She reached between them, trying desperately to grasp his cock and place it near her empty channel. He snatched her seeking hands by the wrists, pinning them above her head. He held them tightly with one large hand while the other snaked between her legs. She wanted to protest. She needed to keep moving against his leg like a bitch in heat until she came, but he pulled it back, denying her satisfaction.
His hand traced her wet folds lightly as she arched her back, begging silently for more significant contact, pleading for his touch in the place that would send her over the edge.
"So hot. So wet. So needy. Call for me and I will make you come until you are begging for mercy," she heard his gruff, low baritone murmur in her ear. "Let me sate you."
She groaned, the sound of his erotic voice making her pussy flood with even more fluid. Her head turned from side to side, frustration threatening to take her sanity.
She yanked at her hands to free herself even as her hips rose to his teasing touch between her thighs. He held her snuggly by her wrists as his other hand circled her clit through her slick and slippery lower lips.
She jerked as his finger toyed with the protective hood of her bud, lifting it, brushing lightly over the exposed nub.
Yes. Yes. Right there. More. Please, more.
His scorching mouth descended on her right nipple and she shuddered from the contact.
She had to climax before she went mad.
Before she could orgasm, the touch of her lover faded. Her mind screamed in protest even as he faded away and her mind became alert and...she woke up.
Sasha Taylor woke slowly, coming out of her foggy, erotic dream in a frustrated stupor.
Shit! She sat up, her body drenched with sweat and her heart pounding so hard she could hear it drumming in her ears. These damn horny dreams were going to kill her. This was the second one she had experienced in the last four days. They were coming more often, more vivid, keeping her in an almost constant state of arousal.
Her whole body was soaked, including her dripping mound. She flopped back against the pillow
He came to her in the dark as he always did. She couldn't see his face, but he was tall and dark, his shadowy presence casting off no illumination. She waited for him impatiently, her body burning for his possession and her mind consumed by need.
He slipped into her bed completely nude. Her hands ran over his massive, muscular chest, needing to feel his body and know that he was really here in her bed. She gasped as his strong arms pulled her into his body, leaving no space between them. It was exactly what she wanted. Her body was bare and they touched, skin to skin, nothing between them.
He took her mouth as though he owned it. She welcomed him like a flower seeking the sunlight. His masterful touch set her body and soul aflame, his seeking hands over her naked body eliciting a small moan that was muffled by his mouth. Her hands roamed, running over his broad, sinewy shoulders and back as she continued to lose herself in his embrace.
His powerful, muscular leg parted her thighs and she could feel her dewey, wet core slam hard against his sturdy limb. Grinding her pussy against the steely surface, she hungered for release.
She didn't know if the need was hers, his or a combination of the two...but it didn't matter. They were both caught in a web of desire that they couldn't escape. She started rotating her hips against his leg, breaking away from his mouth with a whimper to pant against his shoulder.
"Please. I need you," she whispered achingly, needing him to take her.
He stroked and teased her breasts, lightly pinching her pebble hard nipples with expert fingers. His tongue traced her earlobe and the side of her neck, finding every sensitive area of her skin.
She reached between them, trying desperately to grasp his cock and place it near her empty channel. He snatched her seeking hands by the wrists, pinning them above her head. He held them tightly with one large hand while the other snaked between her legs. She wanted to protest. She needed to keep moving against his leg like a bitch in heat until she came, but he pulled it back, denying her satisfaction.
His hand traced her wet folds lightly as she arched her back, begging silently for more significant contact, pleading for his touch in the place that would send her over the edge.
"So hot. So wet. So needy. Call for me and I will make you come until you are begging for mercy," she heard his gruff, low baritone murmur in her ear. "Let me sate you."
She groaned, the sound of his erotic voice making her pussy flood with even more fluid. Her head turned from side to side, frustration threatening to take her sanity.
She yanked at her hands to free herself even as her hips rose to his teasing touch between her thighs. He held her snuggly by her wrists as his other hand circled her clit through her slick and slippery lower lips.
She jerked as his finger toyed with the protective hood of her bud, lifting it, brushing lightly over the exposed nub.
Yes. Yes. Right there. More. Please, more.
His scorching mouth descended on her right nipple and she shuddered from the contact.
She had to climax before she went mad.
Before she could orgasm, the touch of her lover faded. Her mind screamed in protest even as he faded away and her mind became alert and...she woke up.
Sasha Taylor woke slowly, coming out of her foggy, erotic dream in a frustrated stupor.
Shit! She sat up, her body drenched with sweat and her heart pounding so hard she could hear it drumming in her ears. These damn horny dreams were going to kill her. This was the second one she had experienced in the last four days. They were coming more often, more vivid, keeping her in an almost constant state of arousal.
Her whole body was soaked, including her dripping mound. She flopped back against the pillow
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