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   Rayne Forrest
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© 2006 by Rayne Forrest
The gauzy curtains fluttered on the warm summer breeze that blew
constantly across the dunes. She sat on the porch and watched the
moonlight spark and dance on the waves as they crested and peaked
on their endless journey to the shore and back to the dark depths
beyond her sight. She loved the ocean and didn’t make her way here
often enough.

She rose slowly, gliding down the steps with silent footfalls and walked
toward the sea, stopping short of the dying waves on the wet beach.
The silkiness of her gown teased her breasts and thighs, whispering as
a lover’s touch over her skin as she moved. She couldn't feel the
texture of the sand under her feet.

She turned toward the full moon, into the wind, and let air caress her
face. She began walking and the light from the cottage faded. Soon
there was only the sound of the night. Dawn was hours away.

She loved the sea at night. She knew that in its depths strange,
delightful creatures danced in joyous celebration of their few hours of
life. They were born for one purpose, to continue their species, but that
didn’t lessen the wonder that they existed at all.

Her palm covered the soft swell of her belly. She was born for one
purpose, too. She could see the child of her womb, knew its smile, knew
its tears. Before she knew it existed she loved it. Deep inside she
tightened, then loosened, liquid with the anticipation of birth.

A light flickered ahead, bright and golden. She shivered, wanting its
warmth. It lured her away from the moonlit sea into shadow. In the
shadows, his face hidden, a lover waited for her.

Beside the flickering fire he’d laid down layers of soft blankets scented
with honeysuckle and jasmine and finely woven silk covered pillows for
her head. She sensed his presence and wondered if this time he’d
allow her to see his face. She knelt on the cushioning blankets. He was
behind her, his hands easing her gown off her shoulders. Her blood
quickened. Her thighs trembled.  

His lips, warm and soft, touched the back of her neck. Her nipples
puckered, drawing to taut, tingling peaks. His hands cupped the bounty
of her breasts, covering them and gently squeezing until she pressed
into his hands aching for more pressure. Deep inside her belly there
began a fluttering. She reached to nurture it.

He pressed her down beneath him, into the velvet of the blankets. His
weight was heavy upon her. Awareness of his maleness seeped into
her pores.

He was long, lean and muscled. She reached behind him to trail her
fingers over the smooth skin of his flanks. His lips touched the tender
skin of her shoulders. He shifted, bringing the hard length of his
arousal to nestle between the softness of her buttocks. She lifted her
hips to let him know she felt his desire and to say without words that
her own was unfolding within her, softly opening and stretching, flowing.

He slid from her and she turned to him. He wrapped his arms around
her, giving her the shelter she sought, a place of warm haven.

Here in his arms she found rest, blissful succor. He would wait, she
knew, for her to relax, to breathe, to be. To move unseen except by the
guardian of her soul to the place were she was still, and from there to
awaken to all the possibilities of her ardor.

The peaceful oblivion of darkness called softly to her. She turned to it
for a moment, letting her mind drift on an unseen eddy back toward the
soothing nothingness, the restfulness of slumber.

But no, she would not go there yet. There would be time to embrace
sleep, later, after her passion was spent and dreams fulfilled. She
raised her mouth to his.

His tongue laved her lips with gentle sweeps, teasing before sweeping
into her mouth and claiming her as his to do with as he pleased. She
clung to him and let him engulf her with the searing heat of his mouth
taking hers.

A sweet ache blossomed inside her, spiraling out from the secret place
so hidden, so protected, nestled in the soft folds of her feminine flesh.
It was a small twitching to awareness that grew to an insistent throb
demanding attention.

She grasped his hips and pulled him closer. His swollen manhood was
trapped between them. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and
moved his silky skin over the steel core of his need. He moaned into
her mouth. Her vulva pulsed. Inside, her walls trembled to know his
length and girth.

He would not be hurried, would not yet touch there. He continued
showering her neck and shoulders with kisses that drew sweet dew
from her. His long fingers burrowed into her hair, tenderly cradling her
head, promising protection with his passion.

Her nipples tingled, a silent plea for his attention. He heard their
unvoiced cry, rolling her beneath him. She arched up to him, wanting to
feel his weight again. Her thighs opened. The cool night air danced
devilishly across her moist skin, lighter than any lover’s touch. She
longed to feel his warm breath blowing on her. She thrust her hips up to
his and still he would not hurry, would not move to ease the pounding
at her core.

His mouth found one pebbled peak, suckling. She writhed under him as
heat arced from his mouth to her womb. She cried out, then, a plea for
his seed. He drew on her nipple, sighing, his breath warm on her ribs.
The pounding pressure between her thighs grew. The blanket became
wet beneath her. He pulsed in her hand as she stroked him faster.

He released her nipple and licked a wide path to her navel, to the dark,
wet curls that covered her mound. Her blood was singing in her ears,
her heart pounding. Her thighs quivered then closed around the empty,
aching need inside in a vain attempt to ease it. He would not allow it and
with his strength opened her wide to his pleasure. His mouth
descended.

At the first touch of his mouth she willingly gave herself over to him,
submissive to the demands of her passion. The tension inside her
spiraled outward in jolting wave after jolting wave only to roll inward,
lifting her and drawing her down to where his tongue slid over her,
then suddenly delved into her.

His hand was beneath her, teasing at her heat from behind, beckoning,
tempting her with a darker pleasure, stroking her tender skin.
Sensation hovered. He shifted his hands on her.

His mouth found her quivering bud. Long, strong fingers thrust into her,
filling her. She struggled to draw breath. Her sheath pushed against the
invaders then gripped them to prevent escape. He pressed upward as
if he could touch his fingers to his tongue. Her nipples tingled and she
pulsed into his mouth as the orgasm swept through her in wave after
wave of blessed release that went on without end, sending her soaring
into the starlit night until suddenly she fell back to earth.

The softness of her bed cradled her under blessedly cool sheets. Her
lover was behind her, touching deep within her to the place only he
knew. His hand cupped her mound, pressing her bottom tightly to his
hips. Her body rippled around his hard length as he thrust into her,
spreading her again and again with an increasing urgency that carried
her back to the edge of ecstasy. She could feel him lengthening within
her, stroking to the very entrance of her womb.

His arms tightened around her. His voice was a hoarse whisper in her
ear. She knew this lover, too, and well. He was flesh and blood, not mist
and dream. He allowed her shadow lover because he couldn’t defeat
him, being with his own dreams on his own beach. But the shadows
were gone and in the dawn glow flesh spoke to flesh.

Her thighs slicked with dew as she rained down her pleasure to him,
answering his call as he’d answered hers. She tipped her hips. He
thrust deeper as her body clenched his. She could only moan and push
back against him as he drove into her. Her climax claimed her, taking
her in a shuddering rapture.

The moment was upon him. He cried out to her, a sound of dark bliss
and profound relief. His seed burned her tender flesh as it filled and
overflowed her, seeking the fertile ground she allowed. He pressed his
hips tightly to her bottom, holding her to him to stay warmly nestled
within her.

She sighed and stretched, catlike, as much as she was able within his
embrace. His lips teased at her neck, no dream lover now. Tears of joy,
welling up with the knowledge of his love for her, wet her cheeks.

“Wake me up like this for the rest of my life,” she whispered. His arms
tightened around her.

“You know I will.”
A free read from Rayne, complete on this page
These Dreams