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 By Moonlight (c) 2006 Kai Andersen All Rights Reserved She came to him in a dream. The bright moonlight caressed her naked body, highlighting the deep valley of her cleavage and the high hills of her breasts, the flatness of her abdomen and the secret yearnings of her thighs. A mysterious smile graced her full lips as she walked toward the bed with a lithe, sensuous grace, as if knowing the effect her nakedness had on Jake and glorying in it. Jake slowly sat up on the bed, unable to believe that she would come to him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, though he tried to be unobtrusive about it. He’d been waiting for her for a long time. His heart pounded with a deep ache. He couldn’t see the features of her face clearly, obscured as they were by the darkness. But he knew her as surely as man needed air to live. It was her. Her. He was mesmerized by her beauty. Blood roared in his ears as his gaze roved over the perfect nakedness of her body. He was conscious of the gentle breeze from the window brushing over his hot skin, the smooth cottony texture of the bed sheets beneath him, and the sudden vigilant sexual awareness in the atmosphere. His cock rose in the air, painfully erect and hard as stone. He grasped it in one fist and stroked with long, smooth caresses as he watched her glide toward him. She reached the bed and climbed up with fluid motions. He held his breath, his avid gaze never leaving her. “Let me pleasure you, Jake.” She brushed aside his hand and replaced it with her cool one. Her voice was low and melodious, conjuring up images of heated nights spent in intimate ways. The effect on him was instantaneous. He exploded, shouting out his pleasure as he rode the irresistible waves of his orgasm and spewed out his load onto his stomach. When it was over, embarrassment hit him. He hadn’t meant to come that fast. “I’m sorry --” “Don’t be.” Amusement laced her voice. She continued stroking his now semi-flaccid cock. She hooked one silken thigh over his legs and rubbed her wet pussy against his flesh. “I like knowing I can make you lose control.” “Who are you?” His voice was hoarse with excitement. He loved knowing it was he who made her drip, her cream coating him with a generous cover. “What’s your name?” “Names aren’t important.” She leaned toward him and ravaged his lips in a wild and passionate open-mouthed kiss, their tongues dueling and matching stroke for stroke. Jake forgot all his questions. Nothing mattered but the taste of this woman. His hand caressed her soft body, which pressed restlessly against him. Naked skin glided against naked skin, and the scent of sex and arousal permeated the air. He cupped her breast and kneaded the plump globe, rolling and pinching her beaded nipple. She was so amazingly responsive. A slight whimper escaped her lips, which fired his blood and stirred his cock to raging fullness. His hand swept down and found her throbbing wetness. He almost wept when he realized that her gushing cream made her slick and more than ready for him. His fingers slipped inside her pussy, and he thumbed her hardening clit. Her sexy little moan ignited a fire trail in his body. She abandoned his lips and kissed her way down to his nipple, which she sucked and nibbled with unrestrained gusto. Lightning heat surged from his nipple to his cock, which throbbed and pulsed with life. He couldn’t help the raw moan that escaped his lips. Yes! If she could apply that same enthusiasm to sucking his cock, he’d die a happy man. As it was, her delicate hand rubbed his burgeoning erection with long, firm strokes, intensifying the tightening coil in his belly. A deep, aching hunger clenched his gut. He slipped two fingers into her quivering hole, and her pussy opened to him, welcoming his intrusion. A soft sigh stole over his wet nipple. He groaned and thrust, in and out, in and out, imagining his stiff rod encased in that wet heat, slick with her passion. He wanted his cock in there, clasped by her sweet cunt. He wanted to surge into her, pound against her willing body and fill her with his essence. Her hand squeezed his cock as sounds of anticipation burst from her lips. With sick desperation, Jake pried her hand away from his cock and positioned her above him, his cock nudging the entrance to her pussy. Such exquisite torture. A wild yearning made him ache to ram into her yielding warmth, but he controlled himself, teeth gritting together from the exertion. He didn’t want this to be just sex. He wanted to look into her eyes as he brought her down on him, but she kept her face averted and covered by her silken mass of dark, curly hair. “Look at me.” “Please… don’t stop.” “Look at me, damn it!” “No!” She struggled against his hands. “I want you! Now!” She bore down on him, and succeeded in getting his cock into her pussy a mere centimeter. He couldn’t wait any longer! He had to have her, now! With a loud cry, he pulled her down even as he surged up into her. She rolled back her head and screamed, her fingers digging deep into the flesh of his thighs. He was buried to the hilt, cocooned in her pulsing warmth and held in a tight grip. He didn’t ever want to leave. She moved restlessly on top of him, rolling her hips and making mewling cries of frustration. The coiling tension within him nudged, and he couldn’t disobey the violent need to move. Breathing harshly, he lifted her up by her supple waist and met her on the down stroke as he pushed his hips up. Her groin slammed down hard on him, eliciting a wild sob from her. He repeated his movements, the muscles in his hips exerting much effort to make each successive thrust faster and faster. He drove up with brutal strength. She ground down with increasing force. Their laboring grunts filled the air. He pushed. She plunged. Their bodies slapped together, faster and faster. The pressure spiraled… blossomed… burst… He came, spilling several loads of cum with a shout. With a start, his eyes opened into the gloom of the night and he realized his hand was fisted around his cock, which was awash with his cum. It was a dream. She was a dream. His hand clenched convulsively around his cock as disappointment weighted him down like a big stone. He’d thought he’d found her, but like the mist in the night, she’d disappeared. It was nothing but a dream. Misery rose and welled in his heart. He half sat up and howled long into the night, the sound so forlorn and eerie that he felt goose bumps riddling his own arms. But she felt so real. He could still remember the softness of her skin, like that of a goose’s down feathers, the smoothness of her belly, the roundness of her thighs, and the raven waterfall curtain that was her hair. His teeth gritted in determination. She had to be real. He would accept nothing less. All he had to do now was to find her. |
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Cover art by Skye Wolfe |
