Chapter 10, Dream A Little Dream
Jareth ran his hands down the length of Sarah's body, gripping at the tender flesh along the way. He loomed over her, taking in the sight before him. She was completely exposed, writhing beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, cherishing the way he pressed himself between her thighs.
"Say your right words, my dear." He purred. Light tendrils of golden hair gently laid across her, framing both their faces.
She brought her hands up to caress the muscles of his back, making her way over his shoulders and down his arms. She gave a flirtatious grin to his devilish sneer.
"I wish..." She whispered, turning her head to the side. He latched on to the newly exposed skin, causing her back to arch and her hair to stand on edge. "Mmm" she moaned. He nipped his way up to her chin.
"What do you wish for?" He demanded, flicking his tongue along her earlobe.
She started to move her body against his. The hardness of his girth pressed against her, eliciting slow waves of pleasure from her lower half.
"I wish..." She arched her back even higher, brushing her taught nipples against his bare chest.
She turned her head back to face him, and he captured her lips in a slow but deep kiss.
"Say it." His piercing blue eyes bore into hers. She felt a heat rise in her chest at the intensity of his stare. She twitched slightly, he'd started to press himself into her in a slow rhythmic motion.
Her mouth opened, she tried to speak but was too busy enjoying the way he moved against her. The anxiety was excruciating. He bit down on her lower lip, and curled his tongue around her teeth, never breaking his stare.
"I wish-" A sneer of her own creased her lips. "the Goblin King would take me, right now." She said, waiting for what would happen next.
As if by some higher power, his mouth took hold of hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as they moved harder and harder against one another. He broke away just once.
"I am your slave." He said in a pant, thrusting into her, hard. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
He started to move inside her, rough and unrelenting. One hand gripped her hair while the other clasped one of her breasts. The soft skin of his fingers pinched her quivering nipple. All this time- of never being touched. Being so close, but never actually feeling his skin- it was like nothing she'd ever imagined. She'd dreamed, fantasized even, of what they looked like under that black leather, of what they would feel like on her bare skin.
"Uhh, Jareth, yes. Harder!" She moaned, pulling him closer.
He kissed along her neck, biting at her shoulder. The sound of her increasing pleasure undid him. He let low moans escape as he bore deeper and deeper into her. He moved faster and faster, hooking his hips in just the right way to turn her moans to screams.
"Jareth!" She screamed his name, actually lifting herself from the bed as she came.
Sarah was moaning so loudly, she'd actually woken herself up. She was in a curled position in her bed, covered in sweat, her hand between her legs. She was still panting, and had to force her moans to dissipate.
"Holy shit." She said, looking around to make sure she was really alone. What in the holy fuck was that? She thought. Jesus, that was intense. That can't be good. I wonder...
She wondered if anyone heard her just then. She wondered where a dream like that had even come from. She wondered if Jareth had anything to do with it. She wondered what would happen if she fell back asleep. She wondered how far he would actually exceed her expectations. After calming down, she'd settled herself back into position. She pondered the pros -and cons- of dreams versus reality. Shaking her head, she caught herself laughing in the darkness.