In Her Dreams by Bolryder, Terry (short novels in english TXT) 📗

a fraction of what I can do to you. How many different ways I can pleasure you.” His hand reaches between my legs and flicks the button of my jeans open, slowly drawing down the zipper. The metallic sound is answered only by the rolling, crashing sound of surf and far-off birds crying on the wind. “I look forward to showing you everything, one at a time.”

“I do too—ahh.” I moan loudly just as his finger slides up against my wet panties, the friction just right to shoot the arousal inside me up tenfold.

He doesn’t stop, though, as he kneels over me, working deft fingers over my clit while I writhe helplessly in pleasurable agony. My chest is still partially bared to the cool breeze, which only makes my nipples hard and achy as he makes my first release build with incredible intensity.

I can see a sexy smirk quirking the corner of his full lips as he watches me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. But even he seems to lose control as he leans down to suck on my breasts while his finger tortures my clit with gentle caresses and slow strokes.

“Reve, Reve.” My words dissipate over the quiet sand like leaves on the breeze, and only the racing of my pulse in my eardrums is left as he takes me closer, closer. So close…

With one last slide of his finger, I come beneath Reve instantly.

I try to close my mouth, self-conscious about making any noise in this quiet place. But then, as if to challenge that notion, Reve continues to tease my clit even as I come apart, and I scream out in pleasure as pulsing, erotic sensations shoot through every inch of my body.

In the corner of my vision, I see sultry teal eyes watching me with satisfaction as I come so hard I feel like I’m making a Jen-shaped imprint in the sand beneath me.

It only adds to the almost animal sense of no escape, the thought that I’m a slave to his whims.

And that all Reve wants to do is pleasure me senseless with that power.

I huff out a long breath from the exertion, and Reve releases me, even though now I almost miss the intense buildup when I’m held down like that.

But right now, there’s a huge bulge in his jeans that’s been making my mouth water since he first kissed me on this blanket.

“Are you certain?” he asks, reading my expression easily.

“It would be a crime to leave your dream mate hanging,” I reply, batting my eyelashes shamelessly as I reach for his belt.

I know it’s a little unscrupulous to reference the fact that he’s been waiting for me a thousand years and I only just found out that he even existed. But every moment we have together like this feels precious, maybe even urgently so. Like I need to take every second I can with him when I can.

“Yes, it would be. Keeping you from anything you want from me would be a crime.” There’s a grin of awareness in his expression as he pulls my pants down around my ankles, then lays them at the corner of our big blanket so it’s not on the sand, leaving me in just my underwear and shirt. Then he strips his shirt off and tosses it aside, leaving me breathless to the sight of his sculpted pecs and perfect abs.

I could almost come just looking at him like this, with blue and gray streaks lighting the sky overhead and casting his masculine outline into stark relief above me.

I’m practically panting by the time he unbuttons his pants and pulls them lower. And when his cock springs free of the black briefs he’s wearing, my sex clenches in sheer anticipation of his delicious thickness.

My arms are already reaching up to grasp his steady shoulders as he pulls my panties to the side and positions himself at my entrance. Then with one long, slick movement, he buries himself deep inside me, all the way, making sparks light up under my skin like a million tiny fireworks.

“So tight. You’re overwhelming, Jen,” Reve says, his expression tightening, then relaxing as he comes all the way in, and I can’t help a thrill of excitement knowing I can have this effect on the most beautiful man that ever existed.

Before Reve, I was just tired, lonely, trying-to-do-the-best-for-her-son Jen.

But with Reve, I finally can feel like the me I’ve always been. Alive. Beautiful. Fun. Full of hope for something better.

I clench my sex around Reve’s length, which only makes my G-spot long for the feeling of his sculpted head thrusting against it.

Reve lets out a low, sexy growl as he wraps one powerful arm around my back, pulling me against his chest and making my sensitive nipples rub against him.

“I got the highest scores on self-control of any dream fae ever.” His voice is heavy as he whispers into my ear, the sensation of warm air a stark contrast to the liquid, hard heat still deep inside me. “Of course, the only person who could nearly make me lose it would be you, Jen.”

“I’d like to see that sometime,” I tease, feeling extra bold knowing Reve would never do anything to hurt me.

He’s only brought happiness since the moment he stepped into my life.

“For now, I think I’m going to enjoy making you come so hard you start to wonder if this is a dream or not.” He moves slightly out, just enough to feel that bright light go on inside me from sheer arousal, then seats himself all the way in again.

I open my mouth to protest the lack of movement when he reaches a hand between my legs, and I feel his fingers spread my lips. Then as his digit closes over my clit, I rock back against the sand, body arching from the overwhelming feeling of external stimulation while having him inside me.

I groan so loudly I wonder if it is someone else. But another