DISCLAIMER: not mine, please don't sue.
teamWilson: thanks so much. I'm happy to be back too. :) I can't promise anything but I'll try not to disappear again for so long.
aprilf00l: yay indeed! :D Thank you and yes, Natalie's return was even better than I expected. They were beyond adorable.
BrendaLee: thank you so much. I'll do my best, I promise. :)
Unzueta5885: oh yes he is! And the new chap is here. ;)
- DREAM -
His lips lazily brush against hers, then trail down along the front of her neck, tasting between jaw and collarbone, as her fingertips explore muscle and skin. His hands slowly sweep along her thighs, then continue up, gently squeezing her buttocks and caressing her lower back. Straddling his hips, she tilts her head back and her eyes drift shut as pleasant chills rake her skin. He transforms into a blurry mess of ragged breathing, musky scent, and strokes of pleasure. Under her. Around her. Inside her. She opens her eyes, sees the freckles move, feels warmth pulsing through her. He grips her hips and shifts a little. She gasps and moans, taking him deeper, her fingers digging into his shoulder. His voice is muffled – a low groan vibrating against flushed, salty-tasting skin. They fall back into rhythm. He nuzzles her neck, kisses her collar bone. Her fingers slide up into the short gray at his nape. It's soft and damp with sweat, and she feels him shiver. She grinds her hip. His jaw clenches. He swallows back a grunt. Her back arches as joints and muscles burn and ache. His hands slide further up, his thumbs brushing against her breasts, his fingers cupping, caressing and teasing. His head dips, his lips trail down, leaving a string of wet, light kisses along her sternum. His mouth closes around the hard nub of her nipple, kissing and sucking on it. She grips and twists his hair tighter, quickening their pace, then pulls his head up, claiming his mouth again. His lips crash against hers in a hungry kiss. She slows to a stop and pushes him down on his back. The springs creak. They are panting and grinning. The sheets rustle. He reaches up and draws her down. Their joined bodies are further glued together by heated kisses, mingled breaths, and caressing hands. She runs a finger across his lower lip – it's wet and swollen and tastes like them. He shifts under her and she gently rocks back and forth, rubbing against him. Her nipples brush his skin and his hips involuntarily jerk upward. His breathing is getting shallower and uneven, his grip on her tightening. She kisses him again, deep and hard, then straightens back up and starts moving with slow, long, measured strokes. Soon her name, tangled in a breathy-whispery groan, lurches from his mouth. She's holding herself back but she is so close now. They both are. Her toes curl, her fingers dig into his skin and he lets out a low growl. Her eyelids feel increasingly heavy. Just a few more strokes. His hands leave her hips and his fingers slide between hers. She grips them tight. Their rhythm is falling apart. Their control is rapidly draining out. His body trembles and tenses. With a final squeeze, she pushes him over the edge and he pulls her with him.
TBC