make it work again. “Would you like to
join us?”
“No thank you. I ate while you were gone.” He nodded toward
the town.
She looked past him. Was there a food kitchen there? She
couldn’t imagine him going to such a place. Friends perhaps? She’d confer with
Valerie on how they could make him feel comfortable eating with them. She walked
to the stairs. Okay, dinner. Then maybe some Synn? Before taking the first
step, she turned to look at him. He once again stood against the darkening sky,
facing the ocean.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she started the long
trek down to the kitchen. After dinner, maybe she could have dessert in the
muscular form of one upper-crust man.
* * * * *
Rena turned her head into the pillow to allow her dream
lover’s lips access to her neck. His hands linked with hers on either side of
her while his kisses traveled along her skin to her collarbone. He pinned her
wrists above her head and his lips moved to the crest of her breast before
traveling between her cleavage.
She moaned, her nipples hard. Suck me. Please.
As if he heard her, his head moved toward her nipple and
long hair flowed over her chest. Synn?
Her nipple caught within a warm mouth. A tongue stroked
before lips enclosed her hard nub and sucked. Teeth nibbled, teasing before
suction began again until half her breast was covered in warm moisture.
“Yes.” She pushed her chest upward. She sought to grasp his
head in her hands, but they remained above her head. Oh Lord. Moist fullness
engorged her pussy.
He released her breast and licked around the nipple, causing
an ache to form deep inside her. She tried to calm herself, but her body, tense
with wanting, would only allow her short breaths. His tongue left her breast
and cool air blew across it. Her nipple hardened to a painful peak, as the
other was pinched.
“Oh.” The shock of her tweaked nipple traveled straight to
her cunt and caused her to squeeze her internal muscles. But then he rolled her
nipple, scraping, pinching lightly and the tingles became continuous until her
pussy flooded.
She raised her hips. She needed release. “My pussy. Please.”
Her wet dream didn’t disappoint. The hand that tweaked her
throbbing nipple released it and stroked down her waist, across her hipbone to
seek the wet warmth of her labia. The fingers pushed away her dollop of curls
to explore each fold, dip a tiny bit inside, before spreading her juices over
her clit.
She raised her hips to press into his fingers while her
hands stayed captured above her head. His lips found her nipple again as his
fingers played a game of come-and-go across her clit, causing her to moan in
pleasure. The tension between her legs built, and as she panted, her inner
muscles prepared for release. The stirrings of a first wave of sheer joy seeped
from her clit.
And he disappeared.
Rena woke, her breaths short, her pussy soaked and her
frustration peaking. A dream. The whole damn episode had been a
good-for-nothing, mind-blowing, irritating dream .
She sat up and turned on the flashlight she’d bought earlier
in the day. Sweeping the beam through the room, she found her clothes from
earlier, the dresser and armchairs, the fireplace and the door, but no one was
there. Nope. No nighttime visit from Synn. He had disappeared from the Abbey
after sunset, much as he disappeared from her dream. What the hell?
Pushing the covers off her heated body, she sat against the
stylized headboard. She remained still in the hope of calming her sensitized
flesh. Deep breaths in, out. That didn’t work. Her nipples remained tight.
Well, hell. If her dream lover wouldn’t stick around to finish the job, it
looked as if she’d have to.
Leaning the flashlight against the headboard so it shone on
the ceiling, making the room glow a muted purple, she took one nipple and
squeezed. The tingle started again in her pussy and with her other hand she
rubbed her clit. It wouldn’t be nearly as good as with her
join us?”
“No thank you. I ate while you were gone.” He nodded toward
the town.
She looked past him. Was there a food kitchen there? She
couldn’t imagine him going to such a place. Friends perhaps? She’d confer with
Valerie on how they could make him feel comfortable eating with them. She walked
to the stairs. Okay, dinner. Then maybe some Synn? Before taking the first
step, she turned to look at him. He once again stood against the darkening sky,
facing the ocean.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she started the long
trek down to the kitchen. After dinner, maybe she could have dessert in the
muscular form of one upper-crust man.
* * * * *
Rena turned her head into the pillow to allow her dream
lover’s lips access to her neck. His hands linked with hers on either side of
her while his kisses traveled along her skin to her collarbone. He pinned her
wrists above her head and his lips moved to the crest of her breast before
traveling between her cleavage.
She moaned, her nipples hard. Suck me. Please.
As if he heard her, his head moved toward her nipple and
long hair flowed over her chest. Synn?
Her nipple caught within a warm mouth. A tongue stroked
before lips enclosed her hard nub and sucked. Teeth nibbled, teasing before
suction began again until half her breast was covered in warm moisture.
“Yes.” She pushed her chest upward. She sought to grasp his
head in her hands, but they remained above her head. Oh Lord. Moist fullness
engorged her pussy.
He released her breast and licked around the nipple, causing
an ache to form deep inside her. She tried to calm herself, but her body, tense
with wanting, would only allow her short breaths. His tongue left her breast
and cool air blew across it. Her nipple hardened to a painful peak, as the
other was pinched.
“Oh.” The shock of her tweaked nipple traveled straight to
her cunt and caused her to squeeze her internal muscles. But then he rolled her
nipple, scraping, pinching lightly and the tingles became continuous until her
pussy flooded.
She raised her hips. She needed release. “My pussy. Please.”
Her wet dream didn’t disappoint. The hand that tweaked her
throbbing nipple released it and stroked down her waist, across her hipbone to
seek the wet warmth of her labia. The fingers pushed away her dollop of curls
to explore each fold, dip a tiny bit inside, before spreading her juices over
her clit.
She raised her hips to press into his fingers while her
hands stayed captured above her head. His lips found her nipple again as his
fingers played a game of come-and-go across her clit, causing her to moan in
pleasure. The tension between her legs built, and as she panted, her inner
muscles prepared for release. The stirrings of a first wave of sheer joy seeped
from her clit.
And he disappeared.
Rena woke, her breaths short, her pussy soaked and her
frustration peaking. A dream. The whole damn episode had been a
good-for-nothing, mind-blowing, irritating dream .
She sat up and turned on the flashlight she’d bought earlier
in the day. Sweeping the beam through the room, she found her clothes from
earlier, the dresser and armchairs, the fireplace and the door, but no one was
there. Nope. No nighttime visit from Synn. He had disappeared from the Abbey
after sunset, much as he disappeared from her dream. What the hell?
Pushing the covers off her heated body, she sat against the
stylized headboard. She remained still in the hope of calming her sensitized
flesh. Deep breaths in, out. That didn’t work. Her nipples remained tight.
Well, hell. If her dream lover wouldn’t stick around to finish the job, it
looked as if she’d have to.
Leaning the flashlight against the headboard so it shone on
the ceiling, making the room glow a muted purple, she took one nipple and
squeezed. The tingle started again in her pussy and with her other hand she
rubbed her clit. It wouldn’t be nearly as good as with her
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