"The Summoning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morgen Shelby)

The old-fashioned wrought iron headboard had a high arched center just made for what she had in mind. Her teeth hovering over his nipple, she urged him backwards till he landed exactly where she wanted him. He didnТt fight her when she ran her hands up his arms, slipping the shirt body over the headboard and pushing it down until it held him pinned.

He might be able to tear the shirt if he tried, but then again he might not. Linen was exceptionally strong. Just how she knew this, she wasnТt sure, but she sensed the shirt would hold unless he fought her in earnest.

Still, it wasnТt the shirt that held him. Some how she knew she could have held him with a word.

Her weight over him didnТt seem to have much effect. His hips still bucked toward her willing cunt, but there was the matter of those pants. She leaned forward to rub her nipples over his, finding her targets easily enough in the pale moonlight, enjoying the sharp intake of his breath. He struggled briefly before he changed his mind, pushing the small puckered bud against her lips.

Taking her time, now, she ran her hands over the pants, her fingertips reading the seams like Braille, until she found the hidden rows of fastenings over either hip. Growling, she bent to assault the offending closures with her teeth. As she tugged the fly out of the way, his cock sprang loose, freed at last of the imprisoning fabric. His hips surged up off the bed, his cock thrusting toward her.

Hot. Hard. Demanding. Needing. He might be a dream, but he felt real enough. Even if it was a dream, she couldnТt force herself to wake up. No. She didnТtwant to wake up. Waking up meant letting go. She didnТt want to let go. She wanted, sheneeded to hold him here. An extra day, an extra hour, an extra minute, it didnТt matter. She would defy the gods. She would keep him this time.

Was he any less real because he came to her only in her sleep? He was real toher . She wanted this to be real. Wanted her Warrior, strong enough to take her no matter how she might resist, yet held at her command by the simple artifice of her will. She wanted his cock filling her mouth as she raked her nails over the curve of his ass, pulling his pants down out of the way.She wanted the hot, hard length of him thrusting at her, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.Yes. YES! Just like that.

УI love you,Mel~amin . I love you.Ф

She wanted his voice, whispering unintelligible prayers to long forgotten gods when she lifted to rub her tits over him, his waves of heat making her nipples sing with desire. She wanted his balls contracting with need while he thrust against her cleavage, his cock weeping as she licked the tip.

Marylin slid down over the length of him. She needed this. Needed his rigid, burning shaft buried deep within her. If it wasnТt real, it was real enough. She could feel him, could feel his body, warm and alive, under her. She could feel his heartbeat under her palm. She rode him hard and fast, her hands splayed over the ridges of his chest. She stretched out over him, loving the feel of her smooth, bare skin against the thick fur of his legs. He reached for her, his toes finding her, offering purchase to push against. Fire lit her, pulling her with a longing stronger than time. She rocked back and forth, up and down, taking them both closer and closer to the edge with the slow, easy friction of flesh on flesh, bone against bone, need against need.

He thrust up hard against her, holding her mouth with his kiss, stroking the ridges behind her teeth with the tip of his tongue even as his cock stroked the spot within her that made her wild for him. Sensations bombarded her, new and yet remembered. His cock buried deep within her, the hard, hot length of him filling her, stretching her, pushing her past her limits. He fought to recapture her when she broke the kiss, trailing kisses of her own down his chest. He fought her as she sucked at his sensitive nipples, first trying to get away, then pushing against her lips, groaning out his desire as he bucked helplessly up into her.

She rose up over him to rub their nipples together, rocking up and down the length of his throbbing cock, pressing her thighs closed to increase the sensations. She could feel every ridge raking her sensitized flesh, every vein sliding past. She squeezed him tighter, feeling his balls drawing up, beginning to tease her with their coarse, rough hair against her sensitive skin.

She knew a nagging fear, now. No matter how much she wanted this, he wasnТt real. Once they came the dream would end. She would lie here alone in her bed, so close to what sheТd wanted, what sheТd needed, what sheТd never found in the daylight.

Somehow, this time, she had to keep him here. Whatever it took, she had to hold him this time. УStay with me,Ф she pleaded.

УCome with me,Ф he demanded, nipping at her lip.

She didnТt want to come, not now, not knowing the consequences, but she couldnТt help herself, not with his cock burning within her, not with need as old as the ages pulling at her. УI need you to be real! I donТt want to lose you again!Ф she cried, tears streaming down her face.

УYou cannot lose me,Ф he promised. УDo you not know that by now? IТm as real as you are. YouТre mine. Wherever you are, I will find you.Ф

УThen find me!Ф She drove against him, pushing herself harder, reaching for the release that would either destroy her or set her free. УFind me now! I canТt wait any longer!Ф

She broke over him, her body shaking with the force of an electric shock running through her, her need enveloping them both till she was sure the air around them must shimmer with power.

He roared out his release, a cry of both triumph and despair as he slipped away.

УTake me with you, my love. I need you!Ф she cried.

УWherever, whenever you are I will find you. Forever and always, my love. I will find you again!Ф