Page 26 of Dreaming of Darkness

I wiggled against him, trying to be ashamed, but unable to think straight with him here. His strong arms around me, his thick body against mine.

“Your brother?”

“Yes, little dream, and my body felt your need before I had a chance to flip the coin.”

“Oh God, did your brother see?”

Traum laughed, moving to the bed, even as my hands moved into his hair, the silken strands lighting up my insides. “I’m guessing yes. But he deserved whatever awkwardness thatbrought about. He was aware I was trying to leave but had so–” he broke away to kiss me once, “many–” he kissed me again, “questions.”

“How dare he?” I whispered, my nose rubbing against his. “I’m sorry to greet you like this, I didn’t think it would be so bad.”

“This isn’t bad Bailey,” Traum mumbled, “I’ve been hard and aching for you since the moment you left. But I didn’t want you to think that I just wanted this.”

I nodded jerkily, “Me neither, but I just can’t focus. I’m so close and I just–” I shifted my hips as he sat on the edge of the bed. We both groaned.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Traum’s head fell to my shoulder, “Let me get you off, then maybe I can think straight.” His hand moved between us, my pussy already throbbing at the thought of his body against mine.

“No, oh God, you are too. I want you to come to,” I licked my lips, his eyes zeroed in on my mouth, “I need it.”

I shifted back on his lap, yanking my robe open as I did. I wore nothing underneath but couldn’t be bothered to care. “I’m not–oh God, I’m not ready for everything. But this, this I need, Traum.”

My lips quivered and I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly emotional about it. “Your marks healed; I can’t see them anymore. And I can’t smell you on me.”

Traum’s eyes were blown wide and black as his hand moved to trail down my throat over my breasts. “My marks?”

I nodded, my hips still twitching on his lap. “I liked them.”

His head fell back with a groan, his throat bobbing, “Fucking fates. Take me out, Fuck, Bailey, do it.”

My hands were at the edge of his trousers, pulling them free and loose so that when he shifted, I could lift that heavy cock from where he’d tucked it in. He was already slick across the head, and I ran my fingers over him, over the ridges to where the thickbase disappeared into his pants.

“Yes,” he hissed, his hands on my waist now, jerking me close, my knees bending as he situated my pussy right against the hot length of him.

I whimpered, my hips moving automatically against his heat. I was so slick that his cock slipped between my lips with ease. Traum stiffened, then slowly reclined back onto one elbow. “There you go, you can use me all you want now.”

My body ached to have him shove inside. To feel that stretch that I knew he’d bring. But I shook my head, trying to focus. We hadn’t talked.

Nothing had changed.

Well, except the extreme need that was now fully in control of me. I needed to release it, then we could talk. I wouldn’t take this from him either.

I moved lower slightly, until I could pump my hips, slipping my pussy over the length of him as I moved. That meant that the thick still-dripping head of him rubbed deliciously over my clit every time.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm was barreling down on me, my hips working up and over him against and again. Never taking him inside but using his body to sate my own needs.

“Traum,” I whispered, my voice suddenly gone, “It’s so good, Traum. Please.”

His hands were there at my hips now, moving me as my muscles began to spasm and shake. “I’ve got you, let me see that pretty pussy come all over me. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

The next time I pumped forward, one dark clawed finger strummed against my clit and with a scream of raw pleasure I let go. My body shook as pleasure shivered through me, driving me higher and higher. Traum held me over his cock, which was growing and hot under me, his face contorted as he watched mecome against him.

My breathing began to quiet as aftershocks dove through me.

Traum’s face was dark, his lips parted. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen,” he said quietly, still staring down at where my body was split over his.

Still humming with pleasure, I pushed myself to the base of him. “The best thing you’ve seen yet.” I corrected him. Then, reaching down, I curled a hand around his cock, slick and throbbing and pointed it to my chest and belly.

“Give me what I want,” I said, my voice shaking with residual arousal, “I want to feel you dripping all over me.” With a twist of my wrist, I worked my hand down to the base and back up again. Traum’s eyes widened and then his hips jerked.

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