Winner of Wicked Escapes
Short Story Contest
I had entered the Wicked Escapes contest with Alyssa
Brooks and Larissa Lyons, and was very excited to
see my story was picked for the February/ March
2006 issue.
Dream Lover
I felt his hands on my skin, but my eyes did not open,
there was no need. His nuance had been embedded in my
heart and mind long ago. For months now, my dream lover
has come to me and I know once the morning light breaks,
he will be gone. So I wait in anticipation as he tempts
my waiting body with desires and provokes my blood to
boiling, enticing my body to come alive once again under
his strong yet gentle touch.
His hands are rough, yet incredibly tender as he skims
his way up my body from the foot of the bed. Like the
very night before, he caresses my most sensitive areas.
My nipples respond instantly as his hot mouth eases the
ache, but not the fire. No, the desires will burn until
he enters my body, filling me with his own fire.
Tonight however, there is something different about my
dream lover. He has eagerness in his touch, I feel it in
the way he opens me to him, draping my thighs over his
muscled forearms. I make no objections. Like every other
night before, I am wet and ready for him. His scent
alone could drive me to climax.
As he slowly enters me, I gasp at the instant burn that
brings me much pleasure. My hips arch, taking him even
deeper.
"No play tonight, My Heart"
"No. Please," I don't recognize my own husky voice.
Though my eyes do not open, I feel his lips against my
own and open to him, just as my body opens to his
invasion. My cry of pleasure is lost as he takes it into
himself.
His hips are relentless, driving into me with the rhythm
I need. Long, grinding strokes designed to bring me
higher, yet holding back my release.
Gently, without separating, he turns me. Now I tense,
waiting, breathless. This is how he drives me crazy with
need. On my knees, my face in the pillow. His strong
hands driving me back and forth, controlling my every
movement.
Slowly, he moves within me. I can feel every nerve in my
body ignite. My dream lover knows what I need. He allows
me to caress and work my nipples, but nothing else. If
my hands start to stray, he stops. I never want him to
stop.
I feel his hot breath on my neck as he bends over me. My
lover whispers in my ear, telling me how hot I am, how
good I feel wrapped around his cock. All the while, he
pushes deeper. So deep, there is pain mixed with the
pleasure.
The feel of his teeth nipping me sends me so close. I
want to rub my clit and pursue the feeling, but he would
stop.
His hands hold my hips tightly, his thrusts increasing
with every stroke. I feel the flames licking my belly as
I push back onto him.
His one hand slides up my back, as he entwines my hair.
My belly grows tense. Slowly, he pulls my hair, my neck
tilting with the force. My chest leaves the bed, and I
brace my hands before me. His thrusts become a pounding
rhythm. As the pull of his hand in my hair tingles my
scalp, I climax. His groan of pleasure matches my own.
I collapse on the bed breathless and so alive. I feel
him kiss my neck lightly. I open my eyes, and now he is
gone.
My dream lover knew what I needed.
Emery LaRue - All Rights Reserved
