to a level of inhibition he didn’t know existed.
He partially released his weight onto her
undulating body, taking her kiss with a roughness she responded to.
He explored her mouth fully with his tongue, leaving no part
undiscovered. Her peaked nipples drew him lower. Cupping the weight,
he tweaked one nipple while he suckled the other. Her cries of
pleasure resounded against the rock ledge, heightening his fervor. He
lavished the other nipple, her hands in his hair as she arched her
back for more, rewarding his gentle bite with a long mewl of ecstasy.
He returned to the first nipple to alternately gnaw and suckle. Gwen
writhed with pleasure. Her hair fanned out like a halo, framing her
expression of abandon.
Arka needed to taste every inch of her. Tracing
the under-curve of her breast with his tongue, his hand to the flat
of her belly lowered to the soft cap of fine curls. She lifted her
hips in invitation. She was so wet; wanton, his finger circled the
tiny bud of nerves, then dipped into her tight channel.
His mouth followed the trail of his fingers, and
Gwen bucked when his tongue slid through her folds. He gripped her
hips with his other hand, holding her to his mouth. Her tangy flavor
sent him to the brink. Without a doubt, he could orgasm simply from
this alone. His finger stroked inside her, delivering a fresh taste
of her with every stroke. The bundle of nerves grew and hardened as
her cries became more desperate, more demanding. He nibbled and
flicked at it, using her body’s effort to buck as a gauge. With
a long, drawn-out cry, she tensed and screamed “Arka.”
Her inner walls clamped down on his finger and pulsed. Her legs
shook. Arka had never seen anything more intensely erotic.
Lifting above her, he guided his tip to her
entrance. Gwen’s hands grasped his hips and lifted from below
plunging him to her core. She met his gaze. “Hard. Take me
hard.”
She met his solid strokes mid-way, growing
tighter inside with each withdrawal. Arka gritted his teeth against
the pleasure-pain of the silken, powerful contraction of her muscles.
Nothing had ever felt this wondrous. She fit him perfectly. Then she
cried out. Her head thrashed as her sheath erupted in spasm, unlike
anything he’d ever felt, pulsing, milking him, drawing his
manhood to her core greedily again and again. His toes curled and his
release shot through him, exploding like a fire-mountain as he
pounded his seed deep inside her. He collapsed into her soft curves,
unable to move or catch his breath, his body twitching with
aftershocks. It took everything he had to roll his weight off her,
taking her with him so she would blanket him.
“Please tell me this is not a dream,”
she said, panting.
Arka met her gaze. “This is very real.
We’ve never gone this far in dream, my beautiful goddess.”
She gasped with dawning realization. “You’re
real? My dreams are real?” He nodded. “Has it always been
you?”
He touched his forehead to hers, not sure how to
answer. “You are my destiny,” he thought.
Her eyes fluttered
closed and he heard her say, “ Are you sure this isn’t
a dream ?”
“Did you say, “are you sure this
isn’t a dream”, out loud, or in my mind?” He lifted
her chin with his fingers.
She pinched her eyes closed.. “Did you
hear that?” He shook his head. She pressed her forehead back
against his. “How about now?”
“I can hear you.”
She furled her brows. “When you touched
your forehead to mine earlier, I heard you say something, but I
thought it was my imagination.” She lifted and smiled. “But
I guess it wasn’t.”
“It’s unbelievable.” Arka was
stunned.
She nodded but didn’t seem nearly as awed
as he felt. “As unbelievable as dreaming of each other? As
unbelievable as talking the same way in our dreams even when we don’t
touch foreheads?”
As unbelievable as making love to the Goddess
of Moonlight? He added, glad she no longer could hear his
thoughts.
“There is so much
He partially released his weight onto her
undulating body, taking her kiss with a roughness she responded to.
He explored her mouth fully with his tongue, leaving no part
undiscovered. Her peaked nipples drew him lower. Cupping the weight,
he tweaked one nipple while he suckled the other. Her cries of
pleasure resounded against the rock ledge, heightening his fervor. He
lavished the other nipple, her hands in his hair as she arched her
back for more, rewarding his gentle bite with a long mewl of ecstasy.
He returned to the first nipple to alternately gnaw and suckle. Gwen
writhed with pleasure. Her hair fanned out like a halo, framing her
expression of abandon.
Arka needed to taste every inch of her. Tracing
the under-curve of her breast with his tongue, his hand to the flat
of her belly lowered to the soft cap of fine curls. She lifted her
hips in invitation. She was so wet; wanton, his finger circled the
tiny bud of nerves, then dipped into her tight channel.
His mouth followed the trail of his fingers, and
Gwen bucked when his tongue slid through her folds. He gripped her
hips with his other hand, holding her to his mouth. Her tangy flavor
sent him to the brink. Without a doubt, he could orgasm simply from
this alone. His finger stroked inside her, delivering a fresh taste
of her with every stroke. The bundle of nerves grew and hardened as
her cries became more desperate, more demanding. He nibbled and
flicked at it, using her body’s effort to buck as a gauge. With
a long, drawn-out cry, she tensed and screamed “Arka.”
Her inner walls clamped down on his finger and pulsed. Her legs
shook. Arka had never seen anything more intensely erotic.
Lifting above her, he guided his tip to her
entrance. Gwen’s hands grasped his hips and lifted from below
plunging him to her core. She met his gaze. “Hard. Take me
hard.”
She met his solid strokes mid-way, growing
tighter inside with each withdrawal. Arka gritted his teeth against
the pleasure-pain of the silken, powerful contraction of her muscles.
Nothing had ever felt this wondrous. She fit him perfectly. Then she
cried out. Her head thrashed as her sheath erupted in spasm, unlike
anything he’d ever felt, pulsing, milking him, drawing his
manhood to her core greedily again and again. His toes curled and his
release shot through him, exploding like a fire-mountain as he
pounded his seed deep inside her. He collapsed into her soft curves,
unable to move or catch his breath, his body twitching with
aftershocks. It took everything he had to roll his weight off her,
taking her with him so she would blanket him.
“Please tell me this is not a dream,”
she said, panting.
Arka met her gaze. “This is very real.
We’ve never gone this far in dream, my beautiful goddess.”
She gasped with dawning realization. “You’re
real? My dreams are real?” He nodded. “Has it always been
you?”
He touched his forehead to hers, not sure how to
answer. “You are my destiny,” he thought.
Her eyes fluttered
closed and he heard her say, “ Are you sure this isn’t
a dream ?”
“Did you say, “are you sure this
isn’t a dream”, out loud, or in my mind?” He lifted
her chin with his fingers.
She pinched her eyes closed.. “Did you
hear that?” He shook his head. She pressed her forehead back
against his. “How about now?”
“I can hear you.”
She furled her brows. “When you touched
your forehead to mine earlier, I heard you say something, but I
thought it was my imagination.” She lifted and smiled. “But
I guess it wasn’t.”
“It’s unbelievable.” Arka was
stunned.
She nodded but didn’t seem nearly as awed
as he felt. “As unbelievable as dreaming of each other? As
unbelievable as talking the same way in our dreams even when we don’t
touch foreheads?”
As unbelievable as making love to the Goddess
of Moonlight? He added, glad she no longer could hear his
thoughts.
“There is so much
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