Page 22 of Dormeo
“Is that okay?” I whisper as he presses his fists into his eyes and grunts, rocking his hips slowly forward in time with my movements.
“It’s fucking incredible.” His voice is husky and ragged, and suddenly, instead of feeling like a timid, inexperienced little girl, I feel like an all-powerful sex bomb, with all the prowess in the world.
Sliding my legs up until I can clamber onto my knees, I sit before him, stroking harder and faster, until eventually, the urge to taste him, to feel his skin on my lips, becomes too strong to ignore.
When I lick the tip of his dick, Ash’s eyes fly open, and he curses, loudly, seemingly stunned to see my lips wrapping around the head of his cock. I slide my mouth over the head, hand pumping up and down to meet me, as Ash stares at me in astonishment.
“What a minx you are?” He rumbles, pride and pleasure thick in his voice, as he strokes the hair back from my face so he can watch his cock sliding back and forth past my lips. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Never had I thought I’d want to do something like this, but I’ve heard the girls who work in the kitchens and the chamber maids whispering and giggling about such things. And while as a well-mannered lady, these acts shouldn’t appeal to me, I’ve always had an adventurous streak. And if you can’t try something like this in your dreams, then where can you?
Emboldened, I suck, trying to force more of his substantial size into my mouth, needing to see him fall further under my control, but Ash pulls back and cups my face, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
“You let me come in that pretty mouth, and you’re mine forever. There’ll be no escaping me.” His dark red eyes glow, and his lips pull up in a dangerous smile, revealing his white,slightly pointed teeth. “And I’m not here for my pleasure, it’s yours that I need.”
Frowning, I’m considering his words, when he lifts me so easily that my heart jumps, before he lays me flat on my back, and my nightdress bunches up around my waist.
His lips graze the inside of my thigh, and he breathes deep, a satisfied groan passing from his mouth to my core, as he presses his lips to my most intimate place.
The vibrations send a jolt of pleasure through my entire body, and I moan, my hands flying out and gripping his horns, needing something to ground me.
“Fuck.” He grunts, plunging his tongue deep inside me, his gruff voice twisting my insides. “Fuck, sweet little Rose. I’m hooked already.”
The idea of having someone up close and personal with my sex, my body laid bare for them and at their complete disposal should freak me out, but it’s incredible. Or maybe, that’s just Ash, because he certainly seems to know what he’s doing as he devours me, sucking and licking and stroking, until I’m a writhing, dripping mess beneath him.
Each time I move my hands, my fingers shifting on his black ridged horns, he curses, rubbing harder and becoming more and more domineering in the way he’s claiming my body.
“I… don’t know… I feel funny…” I can’t put it into words, but I know something is coming.
A warm languid feeling washes over me, spreading from my fingers and toes, as every nerve in my body seems to hum with anticipation of what’s coming next. And when I break, a dam of sensation gives way inside me, and wave after wave of pulsing pleasure wracks my body from my core outward, as I call his name.
“Ash, yes, Ash!” Curling up, I lock eyes with him, and the look on his face, hunger and possession, is enough to send mespiralling again. My back arches, and I gasp as he pinches my nipple, the pain heightening the other sensations swelling inside me.
So, this is sex. This is what all the fuss is about.
Now I know why my sister is so adamant that marrying for duty will cost me so much more than I know. Because now that I know what can happen between a man and a woman, I know what I’m missing.
I just can’t do a damn thing about it.
“Back to me, Rose. No thinking about anything else but the man between your thighs.” Ash insists, leaning over me, licking my wetness from his lips and staring down at me, eyes blazing.
I have no idea what to think or what to say. I’m stunned, even more so when Ash kisses me tenderly before lying down beside me on the sofa and trailing his fingertips from my collarbone, down the valley of my breasts and over my belly, before coming to a stop at my hip.
If this was real life, I’d be worried about his feelings, his needs, his orgasms. But this is my dream, so I’m perfectly content to close my eyes and soak in the gentle buzz still floating through my body.
“That’s it, Rose. Sleep. You’re going to need to keep your strength up.”
Smiling, I don’t bother to open my eyes and agree with him, to appease him as I would my future husband.
That was fun. If I can have that dream again, I’ll take it. Please God, let me remember this feeling in the morning. I never want to forget how good that felt.
Allowing my body to slip back into the darkness, I wait for sleep to take me.
Ash wraps a muscular arm around me and pulls me tight to him, and I let him, happy to let dream Rose enjoy his warmthand nestle into his strength. His lips brush against my hair as he rests his chin on top of my head.
“Your orgasms are mine now, and we’re only beginning.”
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