My Naughty Dreams
I had called in sick today for work, because I just didn't feel like going. Before I went to bed Bliss called and asked if was all right. I told her I was. Jack came by to check up on me and then gave me a kiss goodnight. Ollie didn't call or come over, looks like he was still pissed about this whole thing. Well then screw him. When I went to bed Mother was still not back yet and I was starting to get very worried. She called and said that she was coming home very late and to go to bed and that I have school in the morning. When I went to bed I had the strangest dream. I was in a bathtub, the room was warm and misty, the black marble tub full of bubbles. White candles encircled the head and foot of the tub were glowing everywhere. The petals of two dozen red roses floating on the surface of the water. Jack was standing in front of the tub with only a pear of jeans on. He knelt down and trailed his fingers in the water. He wiped his wet fingers across his chest, down along his belly. His fingers played with the line of dark hair that vanished into his pants. He kissed me lightly, a brush of lips, but even that small movement made my stomach do a complete back flip. I gasped and pushed him away. He fell into the tub, going completely under, only his feet sticking out. He landed on my naked body, and I gave a him a small yep in surprise. He shook his head and laughed. The sound filled the room, played along my skin like a hand.
"God, how can I be so clumsy?" Jack said. I stared up at him. He stood there, knee deep in bubble bath. He was soaking wet and should have been ridiculous, but he wasn't. He was beautiful.
"Trust me sweetheart, you everything but clumsy." I said softly. He gave me an evil grin. He knelt in the water. The bubbles covered his waist, so he looked naked. He moved towards me. The water sloshed and curled around my naked body. He stayed kneeling, still showing me that evil little grin of his. The feel of him in the water, that close, made my heart beat faster. And I looked down and blushed.
"Really, than what am I?" Slowly, I raised my face. He placed a hand on the tub edge, one arm on either side of me, bringing his chest dangerously close to my face.
"Arrogant, kind, loving, trusting, loyal, fearless, careless at times, and dangerously sexy." I whispered. I touched hands to his waist, tentative, as if it should burn, but it didn't. I glanced up at his face and knew that there was something close to lust on my own face. I kept my eyes on his face as I moved my mouth towards his stomach. I ran my tongue over his skin, a quick, tentative movement. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut, body almost sagging. I pressed my mouth against his skin, drinking the water off of him. I couldn't reach his chest. I moved to my knees, hands steadying me against his slender waist. The air was cool against my naked breasts. Kneeling had bared them. His fingertips brushed my shoulders, sliding down the wet skin. I shivered and glanced up. The look on his face caught my breath in my throat. Tenderness, need, amazement.
"You are so beautiful, my petite fleur." With was in French petite little flower. Well, who know he could speak French? He put his fingertips to my lips before I could protest. "You are beautiful. On this I do not lie."
"I'd be careful Jack, this little flower is still very deadly." he laughed. His fingers moved across my lips, down my chin. He slid his hands to my
shoulders, down my back, in slow, teasing lines. His hands stopped on either
side of my waist, mirroring my hands on his own waist.
"Now what?" My voice was a little breathless.
"Whatever you like, my deadly petite fleur." I massaged my hands against his waist, feeling the flesh underneath, feeling him under my hands. I spread my hands wide, splaying my fingers tense against his skin, dragging my hands up his ribs. He kneaded his fingers into my waist, pressing his hands against my ribs. He inched his hands upward along my sides. Strong fingers pressed into my skin just enough to make me sigh. He stopped with his thumbs below my breasts. His touch was feather light, almost not touching at all. But that one small brush of his skin against my breasts made my body react, tightening, nipples hardening. My body wanted him. Wanted him so badly that my skin felt large and aching with the thought of it. My own hands were pressed against his chest. I realized that he was still mirroring me, waiting for me to move. I stared up into his face. I searched that beauty, those amazing blue eyes of his. Dear God they were beautiful. I slid my hands up his chest, fingers brushing across his nipples. I stared at his face while I did it, heart pounding in my throat, breath coming too fast. His hands slid upward, cupping my breasts. The touch of his hands made me gasp. He scooted lower in the water, still touching me. He bent over my breasts and laid a gentle kiss on them. He licked the water off my skin, lips working gently. I shuddered and had to steady myself on his bare shoulders. I caught sight of us in the mirrors. I watched his mouth close over my breast, felt him take me into his mouth as far as he could. Fangs pressed against my breast. For a second I thought they would sink into my flesh, draw blood in a fine hot line, but he drew back. He dropped to all fours in the water, which made me taller, allowed me to look down into his face. There was no uncertainty in his face now. His eyes were still lovely, still human, but there was a knowledge in them now, a growing darkness. Sex, for want of a better word, but that look in a man's eyes is too primitive for vocabulary. It's the darkness we all have inside of us, peeking out. That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours. He stayed crouched in the water with that feral light in his eyes, and I went to him. I kissed him, light, a brush of lips. I flicked my tongue along his lips and he opened his mouth for me. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed him, tasted him, explored him. He came up out of the water with a sound between a moan and a cry. His arms locked behind my back and he rolled us in the water like a shark. We came up gasping. He pushed away from me to lean against the far edge of the tub. I was breathing so hard I was trembling. My pulse thudded at the back of my throat. I could taste it on my tongue, almost roll the beating pulse in my mouth like candy. I realized it wasn't just my heart I was hearing. It was Jack's, too. Jack's body pulsed in time to mine. It was like he was riding my pulse, my blood. I felt his need, and it wasn't just sex, but for the first rime, I understood it wasn't just the blood, either. It was all of me. He wanted to warm himself in my body, like holding hands to a flame, gathering my warmth, my life, to him. I felt his stillness, a depth of quiet that nothing living could touch, like a still pool of water hidden away in the dark. In one crystalline moment, I realized that, for me, this was part of the attraction: I wanted to plunge my hands into his stillness, into that quiet place of death. I wanted to embrace it, confront it, conquer it. I wanted to fill him up with a burning wash of life, and I knew in that moment that I could do it, but only at the price of drinking in some of that still, dark water. He stood then, and I think it was to get read of the pants he was still wearing. I knelt at his feet, running my hands up the soaked cloth of his jeans. I dug my nails lightly into the cloth over his thighs and stared up at him. My face was dangerously close to places I had never touched before, not even with my hands. This close, I couldn't help noticing that he was stretched hard and firm under the tight, heavy cloth. I had a terrible urge to lay my cheek over his groin. I ran my hand lightly over him, barely touching. That small touch brought a soft groan from him. He stared down at me like a drowning man.
I met his eyes. "Make love to me Jack."
He nodded slowly. He tried twice before he found his voice. "As my lady
wishes." I laid my cheek across him, feeling him firm and large against my skin. I felt his whole body tense. I rubbed my face against him like a cat. A small sound escaped him. I looked up. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and used it to pull myself to my feet. Water ran down my body, suds clung to my skin. His hands encircled my waist, but his eyes went lower. He met my gaze and smiled. It was the smile he always had. That smile that said he was thinking wicked little thoughts, things you'd only do in the dark on a dare, and wanted everything that smile promised. I tugged at his jeans. "Off."
He unsnapped the jeans carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. If there'd been underwear, I never saw it. The jeans ended up on the carpet. He was somehow suddenly nude. He was like carved alabaster, every muscle, every curve of his body pale and perfect. Telling him he was beautiful was redundant. I wrapped my fingers around his dick, squeezing gently. He closed his eyes, shuddering, steadying his hands on my shoulders. He pulled me against him suddenly, pressing our naked bodies together. The feel of him hard and firm against my stomach was almost overwhelming. I dug fingers into his back to keep my suddenly weak knees from giving out. I kissed his chest. I rose on tiptoe and kissed his shoulders, his neck. I ran my tongue along his skin and tasted him, rolling the scent of him, the feel of him in my mouth. We kissed, a nearly innocent brush of lips. I locked my hands behind his neck, arching my body against him. He made a small sound low in his throat. He slid down my body, arms locked behind my back, holding me against him as he left my arms and left me standing, staring down at him. He licked my stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along my buttocks, teasing. He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between my legs. I gasped. "What are you doing?" He rolled his eyes upward, mouth still pressed low on my stomach. He raised his face just enough to speak. "You may have three guesses, Sky," he whispered. He put a hand on each of my thighs and spread my legs wider. His hand slid over me, exploring me. My mouth was suddenly dry. I licked my lips and said, "I don't think my legs will hold."
He ran his tongue down my hip. "Don't worry baby when the time comes Sky, I will hold you." He kissed his way down my thigh. His finger slid inside of me. My breath fell outward in a sigh. He kissed the inside of my thighs, running his tongue, his lips along my skin. The feel of his fingers between my legs tightened my body, and I could feel the beginnings of something large and overwhelming. He stood, hand still between my legs. He bent and kissed me, long and slow. The movement of his hand matched his mouth. Slow and lingering, teasing along my body. When his fingers plunged inside me, I cried out, shuddering against him. He picked me up, hands on the backs of my thighs. He pressed himself against me without entering, rubbing himself where his hand had touched. I whispered, "Please." He spread my legs and eased inside of me. Slowly, so slowly as if he were afraid he'd hurt me, but it didn't hurt. When he was sheathed inside me, he looked at me. The look on his face was haunting. Emotions flowed over his face. Tenderness, triumph, need. "You have know idea how much I love you Sky." He eased in and out, slowly, almost tentatively. I watched his face until the play of emotions was too much, too honest. There was something like pain in his eyes, something that I didn't even come close to understanding. The movements of his hips were still slow, careful. It was amazing, but I wanted more. I brought my mouth up to his and said, "I won't break, Jack." I pressed my mouth to his hard enough to feel the press of fangs. He went to his knees in the water, pressing me against the side of the tub. His mouth fed at mine, and there was a small, sharp pain. Sweet copper blood filled my mouth, filled his mouth, and he plunged inside of me, hard and fast. I watched him in the mirrors. Watched his body coming in and out of mine. I gathered him in my arms, in my legs. I held him to me, feeling his body plunging inside of mine. Felt his need. Someone was making a high moaning sound, and it was me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The muscles in my lower abdomen spasmed, tightened. I pressed my body against Jack's as if I would climb through him, into him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and watched his face from inches away. Watched his face while his body pumped into mine. The emotions were gone. His face was almost slack with need. Blood spilled down the corner of my mouth, and he licked it away, his body tightening against me. He slowed the rhythm of his body. I felt the effort strain through his arms and back. He slowed. Every time he thrust into me, it was like I could feel it into the middle of my chest. As if he'd grown impossibly large within me. My body spasmed around him, tightened like a hand. He cried out, and his body lost its rhythm. He plunged inside me faster, harder, as if he would meld our bodies together, weld us into one flesh, one body. A wave of pleasure burst over me in a skin-tingling, body-sweeping rush. It burst over me like a rush of cool flame, and still he was not done. Every thrust of his body reached inside of me and caressed things that should never have been able to be touched. It was as if his body could reach the places his voice could touch, as if it were more than his body that plunged inside of me. The world became for a moment a shining whiteness, a melting thing. I dug fingers into Jack's back.
Noises fell from my mouth that were too primitive for screams. When I realized I was drawing blood on his back, I scratched my own arms. I hadn't asked what he thought about pain. I cuddled around him, letting him hold the full weight of my body. He climbed up the edge of the tub, lifting me out of the water. He crawled on all fours to the raised area around the tub with me hanging onto him. He lowered his body and I moved away from him. He slid out of me and was still as hard and ready as when he had started.
I looked at him. "You didn't come."
"If you think that I'm done with you then your sadly mistaken." He lowered himself in a sort of push-up and ran his tongue down one of the scratches on my arm. He rolled his tongue around his lips. He slid his body across mine. He kissed me slowly. He lay beside me, then scooted until he was lying on his back and I was almost back in the tub. "I want to watch you move, Sky. I want you above me." I straddled his waist and slid slowly over him. It was deeper from this angle, sharper somehow. His hands moved up my body, over my breasts. He lay back underneath me. This was what I wanted. Seeing him like this. Feeling him inside me.
"Move for me, Sky."
I moved for him. I rode his body. He tightened inside me, and I gasped. I watched us in the mirrors. Watched my hips swaying above him.
"Look into my eyes," he whispered, I felt his eyes, and they were suddenly drowning deep, an endless blue ocean that somehow managed to burn. I was aware of my body. I could feel Jack inside my body. The orgasm hit me unexpectedly, opened my mind to him more than I'd planned. Flung me wide open and falling into his eyes. He cried out underneath me, and I realized I could still feel my body, feel my hands on his chest, feel my pelvis riding him. I opened my eyes and for a dizzying second I saw his face go slack, that moment of total abandon. I collapsed on top of him, trailing my hands down his arms, feeling his heart pound against my chest. We lay quietly for a few moments, resting, holding each other, then I slid off him, curling beside him. He lifted a lock of my hair, running it between his fingers. He raised upward, bending at the waist, bringing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. He moved back from me just enough to speak, propping himself on one arm. "How is it even in my dreams, that I have the most beautiful women in the world?" He took my hand in his and raised it towards his mouth. He kissed the back of my hand ever so gently. He lay back, drawing me with him. He ran his hands up my back. "No matter what we go through Sky, no matter how bad or dangerous or horrible, know this. I will always love you, and I would remake heaven into hell if I had to get to Sky." he whispered. Then my alarm clock went off. I sat up right that it made my head spin. Now why can't I have more dreams like that one? I smiled, still remembering the dream and went back to sleep for thirty more minutes.
Sorry People! Forgot his eyes are green instead of blue my bad!