At Your Service, Miss
Chap 11
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drabblish
"Dream Sequence"
Jace went back under the covers and curled up to Clary. He wrapped an arm around her middle and buried his face in her tangled mane of hair. Clary felt his hold in her sleep and it translated into a dream before she awoke. She was sitting in front of her easel. She was changing the color of Jaces' body, his entire body glowed with a blush pink.
As she fought waking up her temperature rose. Jace was back in bad with her and he was heating up himself. He lifted the comforter as he climbed back in and one look at her naked body curled into a semicircle, it aroused him to no end. He moved in close and spooned her, slipping his throbbing erection through a space between the tops of her thighs. He wasn't inside her, but he felt her warm skin with each pass. Clary moaned and tilted her head back. He knew she was still sleeping and he gently stroked his fingers around her nipples. With this touch her mouth parted slightly and her breathing quickened. He rubbed against her some more and let her earlobe into his mouth with out closing around it. He only touched her ear with his hot breath. He did not suck on her or kiss her, yet she seemed to be begging for more. He knew this because now as his member rubbed between her legs he was feeling wetness.
Inside her dream, Clary opened the turpentine and it spilled down her front. She looked down to see that she was naked and instead of feeling the burn of the strong liquid, she felt herself wet with desire. One hand went down to touch herself while the other reached forward to the painting. Her fingers mixed the paint as she scratched at the canvas, though the picture remained intact and not smudged. Jace was looking back at her from the picture and she reached for him in the paint. She held him and stroked him in the paint while touching herself. His eyes called for her but she could not enter the painting to join him. Her strokes were faster and he reached out for her. She was close to climaxing while sitting in front of the wet paint Jace.
In reality, Jace slowly started to stroke Clary between her legs with two fingers and then he slipped himself inside her. She groaned and scratched at the sheets as he sped up his movements. Finally he started to feel her internal contractions and her nearness to peaking. He smiled that she seemed unwilling to wake up. He enjoyed toying with her body as she unfolded herself under his touch. Finally he started to slam his hardness into her and when he felt her cum he could not hold back any longer.
Clary was climaxing both in her dream and in reality. The feeling of Jace going over the edge woke her and for a brief moment, had two orgasms at once, leaving her body shuddering from the double impact. Even after he finished and lay still she was still twitching as she tried to separate herself from him. He held her close, not wanting to leave her warmth, but as she was awake now, she wanted to face him.
"What was that?" she asked with a grin.
"My wake up call." said Jace. "How do you like the service?"
"I like it very much." said Clary, she felt her heart melt as she floated into Jaces' warm eyes.
Jace finally, slipped out of her and she twitched with the slight movement. Jace smiled as she blushed because of the involuntary reaction.
"I was in this twilight stage and I pictured different things happening to me, but the end result was the same. I'm bewitched by your touch." said Clary. Jace looked deeply into her eyes and then asked her,
"Really, how different was I?"
"You were a painting." said Clary as she ran her fingers down his chest and lifting them to check for paint.
"I was the painting and you held the brush?" said Jace with a teasing smile.
"I couldn't kiss you, I felt frustrated." said Clary.
"You're awake now, you can kiss me." said Jace. Clary slowly leaned forward, not sure to believe if this was a dream or not until their lips met, then she knew which plane she was on. Their tongues rubbed together as she pushed it in and around his mouth. His hands went behind her head and he drew her in for a passionate kiss. When they broke apart for air Clary felt the twitching had ended and she was again thrusting herself forward to touch him.
"I need you Jace." whispered Clary as she captured his mouth quickly. "Yes, I want more, please Jace, I want..." Clary was interrupted .
"Shhh" said Jace and he reached between her legs. When they were done, both fell asleep. This time Clary started a new dream. She yawned and stretched in bed. When she raised her hands in her dream she lowered one arm right on top of Jace. She looked over and saw he was asleep. She did not have much room, but she could not move him. She sat up in her dream and found the reason she could not move Jace, they were on a four poster bed and he was handcuffed spread eagle.