His intoxicatingly rich scent assaulted her nostrils. The deep musk aroma screamed out to her inner core like a light at the end of a dark tunnel. Every inch of her body throbbed for him. The wetness of her hidden place grew richer and richer as it begged for the release he secretly offered her.
The cool night air did nothing to quench the fervor of her body. The faint breeze blew over her naked skin, as delicate as a lover’s sensual touch. Her essence implored his strokes, his kisses, and his body’s release within her own.
“Please.” Her voice a raspy whisper beaconing to the emptiness of the night.
His large hands moved over her breasts with the skill of an expert lover enveloping them almost entirely. She craved the feel of his touches against her unclothed skin.
Arching into his hands, they cupped the fullness of her breasts within their palms. He massaged the sensitive sumptuousness, arousal flowing from her hidden depths. Tiny gasps of pleasure rose from deep inside her throat. His forefinger and thumb ever so melodiously rubbed the rose- colored nub of her right breast between them.
His lips closed over the left, pulling it deep into his mouth. His tongue flicked the swollen nub with excruciating slowness, moving in tiny circles, drawing forth pleasure filled agony.
Her hands wound up hard muscular arms like two snakes slithering up vines.
In slow motion, the gentle touch of his hands guided hers above her head. He held them in place with one of his own while the other moved down her stomach bringing a new gasp of pleasure past her lips. “Just one taste,” she pleaded, before his lips touched hers.
Her mouth parted for him allowing the access she craved. Her legs parted in succession, begging his body to enter hers as his tongue prepared to enter her mouth. “The night will come, my dark angel, when we satisfy the hunger we both desire,” he whispered against her kiss dampened lips before fully entering her mouth.
His tongue moved like soft velvet against hers. His body, solid as a stone and just as hard, crushed against her desire.
His mouth ran down her neck in heated fervor. “Soon,” he promised in a raspy confident whisper.
He freed her hands allowing them to move to his shoulders. He slowly made his way down her body. A hot wet trail of kisses moved down her stomach with preciseness toward his destination.
With throbbing slowness, he moved down her thighs. Each hot excruciating kiss brought a silent plea for release within her. Her fingers entwined in his thick curly dark masses as she tried to blindly guide him to that place so hot and wet waiting for him.
Leisurely his mouth moved down one leg then up the other. His heated breath washing across the damp folds of that place no one before him had touched. His fingers gently moved across the passion awaiting him. Her breath catching in her chest as his free hand roamed back to her breasts.
“Do you want me,” he breathed against her moistness.
“Yes,” she begged. Her hips rising toward his awaiting mouth as if begging for the release she instinctively knew awaited her.
“Do you want me?” His dark eyes were urgent, studying her face when she opened hers. If she had not been so close to this state of ecstasy, she may have been able to grasp the full meaning of his words. For now, she could only answer with her body’s needs.
“Yes.” Her breathing was ragged, coming in short anxious gasps. “I want you for now and always.”
He flicked her drenched frenzied folds apart with the unhurried slide of his tongue. The warm velvety length of it thrust into her hot wet cunt. He plunged deeply within her. Her body grew still, holding her breath in wait of the gratification yet to come.
“You will feel pleasure tonight, my dark angel, a pleasure you will not be able to dismiss so easily.”
Expertly he began to savor the richness of her.
Her body began to tremble profusely. His hands ran up her sides. She pulled him to her. Her lips sought out his in a searing need so foreign to her, instinct alone, her guide. She tasted her juices on his lips as she threw herself into the warmth of the abyss she longed for.
Her hand slid down his chest until it reached the buttons on his trousers. Just one touch she thought.
Ever so clumsily, she pushed at his trousers trying to move them down his hips. Feeling his breath catch in his throat as she finally completed her task. Her long fingers closed around the length of him.
With the innocence of a maiden, she shakily let her hands explore him. She ran her forefinger cautiously down the backside of his swollen cock sending a tremor through his large body. Her fingers traveled around his entirety bringing his need higher. His moans of pleasure acted as her guide.
Wrapping about him once again, little by little pulling as if his member was deep inside her wetness, longing for this uncharted relief. She brought him to his release. He exploded between them. His head fell back. His eyes drifted closed. His struggle ever visible as the urge to roar out against the satisfaction she had brought him consumed this massive man. His seed ran down her fingers. She brought the salty taste of him to her lips. His body convulsed deeper as he brought his eyes to hers holding them as he watched her tongue come out to lick first one finger then the next.
“I want you,” she sighed contently.
“Soon, my love, soon.” His voice was intimately husky, calling out to her soul.
* * * * * * *
Raven awoke with a start. Her naked body soaked in a tub of warm softly scented water. The morning sun, shining down on her, warmed her face. What had happened? Was it truly real? Or was this just another of the strange dreams that had haunted her nights for so long now?
She smelled his scent. She tasted him against her tongue. Worse yet, she felt his touches against her body. He had to be real. Surely, a dream could not leave one feeling this…
“Stop it,” she chided herself aloud. “Dreams can make a person feel utterly mad and you know it.”
Her hands took on a mind of their own. They moved over her body, trying desperately to recapture what had been. His soft sensual touch moved over her as no other. Not that she was very experienced in such things. The most she had ever done was kiss a boy when she was eighteen. That was almost seven years ago now.
Her mother had been so appalled when she caught them that Raven thought she would never survive the beating she had received. She had, somehow managed to remain in one piece. Until her mother’s death and a fortnight ago, when these strange dreams began their seduction, driving her from somewhere deep inside herself, she never again entertained the idea of men.
She pulled herself from the chilling water. It was odd, how she often found herself soaking in a bath settled under the live oak tree in her backyard after such dreams. This was something she had been hard pressed to explain away. Everything else was obvious.
She had been alone for more than a year. Living in the old plantation home along the river, secluded away from most of the world. She would go into the small riverside town for supplies, or for general socialization, but other than that, she remained alone.
She always liked it that way. That was until the dreams had begun. Now she found herself aching to know, what it was truly like to hold a man. Not any man, of course, just the dark handsome man who came to her in her dreams each night.
He smelled earthy. Like fresh earth sprung to life after a spring plow. Like the forest after a long evening rain. A scent, even now, she could smell as if he still possessed her essence. Her body’s sudden response, wetness between her thighs, grew at a rapid pace. The discomfort of this great need that consumed her, begged to find its release within his arms.
With this call of her body, she felt his hands explore her. Just as they had in the very provocative dream last night, bringing forth pleasures she never knew existed in the human body. The heat of his lips against her own, their pressure, the taste of his tongue against hers. The penetration of his fingers within the folds between her legs even now remained. Subconsciously her legs opened as if allowing him access. Her head fell back as ecstasy threatened to overtake her. Her hips began to move in time with his gentle plunges.
“Stop it,” she screamed jerking herself back to reality.
What was happening to her? Was she finally going mad? Did her loneliness finally have an outlet into the insanity she felt? Or could this in some way, be so very real that even her body knew it before her reality did?
She thought of that first night. The first moment when the dreams had began and brought this strange confusion to her mind and body. He had been larger than life itself, standing more than six feet tall. His build was much like a warrior from the olden times. His massive size had almost frightened her at first. Yet, there had been something in his casual stance, in the way he had looked at her, that brought ease to her soul, a comfort even.
He stood there under her tree, like a ghost, watching her. His almost black eyes captured her at once. They sought out hers and held them the entire night through. The distance between them seemed scarce even though it had been great. She hunted out answers within their darkened depths only to find her most unspoken thoughts and dreams laying in that heavenly abyss.
His long dark wavy hair had fallen over his shoulders almost masking his face all but his eyes. He was mysterious, her dark stranger, and enticing all at the same time. He stirred her body ruthlessly, until all her thoughts surrounded him and the strange new desires he brought out in her.
For many nights after that, it was the same. He would come and watch her from his hideaway under her tree. Never did he make a move toward her, never did he try to beacon her to him. Her heart ached to go to him all the same. The promises held in those luscious dark eyes of what was yet to be, peaked her curiosity.
That was what first drew her out into the night. It was what had allowed him to touch her for the first time in these visions of her nights. She situated herself on a blanket beneath the tree where he always stood. She struggled to stay wake. Sleep eventually over took her and then so had the man. His kisses were like magic.
They transported her through time and space until there was nothing left but the man in her arms. Never had the dreams been as realistic as the one last night. She still tasted the saltiness of his seed against her lips and tongue. The warm burn of it still lingered in her throat, as a fine whiskey might.
“Who are you,” she breathed into the morning light. “Why are you doing this? Can you not see you are driving me to madness? Are you real or just some fantasy I have created in my mind?”