The Dream

By LdyShadwdhart

As she lay so close to the edge of sleep, a memory began to cloud her thoughts of the day just past. He had come secretly to her tonight, just as he always did. His taunting manner intrigued her. No matter how she fought against it, he always seemed to know the words that made her heart race. It seemed at times as thought she struggled with herself and the attraction he held out to her. The soft sounds of frustration that bounced around in her mind, only mirrored the ones she uttered as he paced around her.... or touched her. The touch... why did he have to touch her? If he would only talk and not touch, she knew she could resist anything. but, when his hands met her skin... well, all she could do was shiver.

She wasn't sure where conscious thought ended and the dream began. Suddenly he was there, just as he had been earlier. Standing behind her, taunting her. His voice whispering into her ear. His warm breath curling around her cheek. As she bit her lip, she knew that all she need do was.... lean back against his chest. She wanted to.... oh god, how she wanted to. But, no matter what, she was a lady. And ladies didn't rub against men... right? Of course she was right. Somewhere in the back of her mind, came the thought... this was a dream and therefore, she could do anything she wanted. Right?... Aren't dreams that way?

She turned slowly to face him, looking up. Somehow he seemed taller than usual, or was he always so much taller and she just hadn't taken the time to see? Her mind focused on his words and the ::smirk:: he prided himself on. Without warning his hand slid under her skirt and between her legs. The gasp escaped unnoticed as his fingers seemed to crawl up the inside of her thigh. But, the sound that followed their entrance into her most private place was anything but a sound of shock or indignation. Soft moans never are, you know...!

He grinned down into her eyes and whispered into her ear, " Keep telling yourself you can beat me and perhaps you'll begin to believe you can. As for the other questions, you know the answers. You just have to answer them and tell me what I already know...... :: smirking:: you enjoy my hand here don't you?"... She couldn't think clearly. She could only concentrate on his fingers as they began to gently caress her. Silently she nodded... not really sure what she was agreeing to. He continued to rub around the button of flesh that made her knees weaken. "Please... " she whispered. He only laughed. She looked up at him and leaned closer. Helplessly she began to move against his touch. Her body betraying her with the moisture that dripped down over his fingers. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his body, moaning softly. She could feel his pleased laughter rumbling in his chest, but couldn't stop the rising tide from sweeping across her senses.

Lifting her hands to lay them on his shoulders, her hips rubbing and her breath coming in tortured gasps. Suddenly he grasped her waist and held her still while he knelt. Silently she watched in shock as he bent his head and bit into her bare leg, just above the lacey, garter-topped, thigh-high stockings she always wore. The cry of pain was quickly silenced by the rush of electricity of his mouth sucking the blood that began to seep from the two small wounds.

Her hips jerked at the feeling of pure pleasure and she could feel a curious heat rising in her body, seeming to blossom in her groin and spread slowly upward. Curling around both full breasts... only to stop at the tips and force her nipples to flush a deep rose color. She shuddered weakly and her knees collapsed. He eased her body to the floor as she fell, his mouth never leaving the twin wounds. He licked across the bite, sealing it closed... but, his tongue kept moving until it curled around the little bit of flesh that his finger had been teasing. Her body arched up off the cold wooden floor.

The soul-shattering groan that poured from the pit of her stomach was soft, but he still heard it and laughed in triumph. Plunging his tongue tip inside her, the feeling of possession began. Her hands fluttered weakly then curled into fists. They clinched tighter with each thrust of his tongue, a drop of red slid down to stain her wrist. His hands grasped her stocking covered ankles and spread them further apart. He raised up to watch her face... her eyes closed... lips open... the panting breaths... prompted that pleased ::smirk:: again.

The emptiness left when he raised up, caused her to open her eyes and look up at him. He smiled down at her and moved up over her body. As he released her ankles, her legs dropped to rest on top of his kneeling thighs. He pulled her down so that her bottom was flush against his crotch. His hands slide under her back and up over her shoulders, bracing her body against him. She realized that she could only move her arms and head. To kick her legs would only force him tighter against her. He watched her eyes as he bent his head, tongue extended to brush with lingering slowness across the underside of her breast. The hot feel of his tongue took her breath away.

She moaned and began to tremble. He grinned and covered the turgid nipple with his mouth, holding it between his teeth... his tongue tormenting it again and again. She tried to push his mouth away... to stop the pleasure/pain... but, he brushed her hands aside effortlessly. He looked up as he moved to the other breast. She shook her head and whimpered. As her hands tried to stop him, he took them both and held them above her head. He licked and teased the nipple as though it were a toy. She thrashed and twisted under him mindlessly. The soft sound of her cries only seemed to spur him on. He slid his free hand back down between her legs, teasing her clit and his mouth teased the defenseless nipple. He looked up as the sound of her cries changed... grew stronger... and he knew.

She closed her eyes tightly and her head pressed back against the floor... arching her back harder. The white hot explosion behind her eyelids seemed to rip scream after scream from her chest. He watched with that same ::smirk:: as the spasms jerked and tossed her helplessly under him. The look of satisfaction in his eyes mirroring the feeling flowing through her spasming body.

Suddenly she awoke with a gasp... the wind blowing the curtains beside her bed had knocked over a vase of blood red roses that she didn't remember being there when she fell asleep. She crawled sleepily out of bed and closed the window... that she thought she had closed earlier. Shaking her head she slipped back into bed and snuggled under the warm covers. Morning would come soon enough and with a little luck, she might dream again before that happened.