Part 5 (2/2)

Kinley smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes. He would never hurt her in this world. Here she was safe. An intoxicating glitter of amus.e.m.e.nt and desire flared in his black eyes as she arched her back and pushed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s harder into his palms. She loved the pressure he used with his hands and her nipples tingled as he brushed them.

Soon her lower abdomen clenched with exquisite need. Wet l.u.s.t drenched the area between her thighs and she shuddered with a sweet, desperate longing to have him covering her body with his. She ached to have him filling her, impaling her so they could become one.

He lay beside her, his magnificent, sun-kissed body turned in such a way to allow his hands to roam her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and for him to bend his head to kiss her.

He looked exquisite sitting so close to her. A man who, in reality, most likely wanted to kill her for stabbing his friend. Yet in this dream he wouldn't kill her. He could only bring her the pleasure she craved.

Her gaze dropped to his breechcloth, or maybe c.o.c.kcloth would be a more appropriate term. He possessed a very pleasing bulge, which strained to be free. Just as she yearned to break free.

”You wish to touch me,” he said softly and her gaze snapped back to his amused grin. To those black l.u.s.t-filled eyes that made her insides long for him.

”Reach out, my beautiful female. Reach and take me into your palms as I have taken you.” He nodded to where he was brus.h.i.+ng her pert, swollen nipples.

”Do to me as I do to you. Pleasure me,” he ordered, his voice becoming strained and hoa.r.s.e.

When she reached out, her fingers trembled. But why when she wanted him so badly?

Tentatively touching the clothed c.o.c.k, she gasped as his erection twitched and strained toward her. He inhaled sharply at her touch and she smiled to herself. Yes he wanted her, just as badly as she wanted him.

The strings at the sides of his bronze waist held him from view. She pulled on one side and the string opened just as easily as the ones that had held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from his view.

Huh, she didn't remember him lowering her top.

Oh well, this is just a dream anyway.

A hot, scorching dream that had her panting and loving his touch. As she drew his cloth away, his c.o.c.k sprang free like a giant, swollen serpent and she focused on his length.

Kinley swallowed at his enormous width and s.h.i.+vered at the intoxicating, smooth, plum-shaped c.o.c.k head. She exhaled slowly. How would his immense size be able to slide into her?

A red, l.u.s.ty haze swirled through her senses and her hunger for s.e.x grew. Wildfire ignited her body as she cradled his big erection. Smooth, silky power surged against her fingers and he groaned softly. His eyes closed, his body tensed with arousal as she wrapped his swollen c.o.c.k in her fist and squeezed gently, enjoying the heat searing into her palms. She struggled to gather her thoughts as one of his hands left her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and smoothed over her appendicitis scar.

”Keep touching me, wild beauty,” he croaked.

She did as he asked. Eagerly, she stroked his silky-smooth steel shaft. She loved the solid length, the heated pole. She wished he would impale her and bring her the fulfillment she craved.

”This scar...it truly arouses me,” he said in a strangled voice.

Kinley couldn't help but chuckle.

”You have a scar fetish?” she whispered, enjoying the erotic way his fingers trailed over the raised flesh of her scar. He touched her as he had the last time and it brought out her excitement and need, just as before.

He blinked down at her, puzzlement in his black eyes. It seemed as if he had no idea what she meant. She would have posed that question to him, but his fingers trailed from her scar and tickled over her tummy, then dipped sideways to her waist. She held her breath as his fingers worked the tie of her hair blanket skirt.

The tip of his pink tongue peeked from his mouth and antic.i.p.ation raged in his dark gaze.

”You lie before me like a banquet. A feast for my eyes. A torture to my hot fingers. I wish to quench my heat inside you, but I dare not.”

A worry wrinkle creased his forehead and she wanted to beg him to take her and do what they both needed done.

Yet she remained silent and transfixed by his long, steady fingers as they lifted her lower garment away from her hips. Warm air whispered against her mons.

He moaned at the sight of her. A wicked, wild sound that sent shards of erotic heat spiraling through her.

”Beautiful female,” he whispered as his gaze remained riveted to the area between her thighs. ”I have been antic.i.p.ating seeing you like this again.”

Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. The eagerness for pleasure softened her tension and she spread her legs, allowing him to see more. Lightly, he ran a strong finger up along her inner thigh. His lovely touch claimed her flesh and she found herself tensing, needing, wanting this dream to be real.

Her p.u.s.s.y clenched with antic.i.p.ation of his finger entering her and she moaned in protest when he didn't penetrate. Instead, he trailed his finger lightly over her outer l.a.b.i.a lips. His touch was a gentle whisper, an exquisite promise of things to come. Her heart raced as he found her sensitive c.l.i.t. Softly, tenderly, he explored the intimate bundle of nerves. The pressure snapped wild s.h.i.+vers through her, making her forget to continue stroking his c.o.c.k.

A quick jerk of his hips returned her attention to his needs. She ran her hands along his length, instinctively getting rougher and quicker, the blood straining against his satiny-hard flesh as his pleasure continued to grow.

She could barely concentrate on him as he rubbed her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s and at the same time ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t. Energy built deep inside her. A s.e.xual fire she used to enjoy back on Earth erupted, igniting long-dormant memories.

Back on Earth? Something flashed in her brain. Something frightening. For a brief moment she struggled to remember and realized it would only ruin her erotic dream. Yet it was something she should know, but it slipped away into the excitement that once again raged through her.

Tension roared. Antic.i.p.ation soared.

When he finally thrust a finger into her wet p.u.s.s.y, she convulsed and cried out as flames of arousal slammed into her like a storm. He withdrew and came into her p.u.s.s.y again with two fingers. He plunged hard, fast and as rough as she craved. Embracing the convulsions tightening her body, she continued stroking his c.o.c.k.

She jerked her hips, gyrated, closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the mindless pleasure he gave as he played her body like a musical instrument. Slurping mingled with her cries as release charged through her with the erotic speed of lightning bolts.

As he finger-f.u.c.ked her, she removed one hand from his c.o.c.k and splayed her fingers over the ma.s.sive expanse of his chest. Feathery curls dusted her fingertips and thick raised welts pressed against her palm.

Moans erupted from him as she stroked his scars. It was as if just touching his chest unleashed the pent-up tension because he groaned and his c.o.c.k jerked several times. Suddenly hot, slick liquid spewed over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he came.

As Kinley's release ebbed, he withdrew from her p.u.s.s.y and delicately sucked his fingers. They were wet from her arousal and he grinned, inspecting each digit before licking...one long finger at a time. Slowly, seductively, he lapped at his fingers until, to her surprise, once again the stirrings of another round of pleasure began their erotic mount.

His black eyes studied her and it slowly dawned on her that something wasn't quite as she thought. She struggled to stop the rising panic.

”Oh my G.o.d, you're real,” she gasped, and the fire of embarra.s.sment flushed her cheeks so hot, her face would surely explode in a burst of flames.

Chapter Four.

It was sweet torture, her overwhelming need for this strange man with the warm, brown eyes and body full of scars to f.u.c.k her. In Kayla's entire life she had never felt so unbelievably sensual and feminine. She swore every one of her nerve endings flared with fire and her entire body sizzled with s.e.xual alertness. With his every movement, she tensed and hoped he would turn to her and say, ”Let's f.u.c.k.”

Maybe his explanation regarding the swamp water was true and not just some crazy idea he'd come up with to get her into his bed.

Well...make that his bed of ferns.

Kayla glanced up from the river's edge where he'd left her with stern instructions to drink the water and bathe while he prepared a nest of ferns for them beneath a huge, twisted oak tree.

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