Page 42 of Absinthe Dreams
“That must have been some dream,” I murmured, and she shuddered beneath me as I pulled out.
“It started out nice,” she said, and I lay off to one side, pulling her in against my chest, giving her shelter in my arms.
“But it didn’t end that way?” I asked.
“Mm.” She made a noncommittal sound.
I kissed her forehead and let my lips linger against her soft skin.
She cuddled closer and, when she was ready, told me about the dream. How we’d been going at it, hot and heavy, before I’d somehow morphed into her worst nightmare.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “I only got one question,” I said.
“Mm?” She looked up at me, and I looked down at her.
“How did I compare to dream me? You know, in the beginning?”
She laughed, long and loud, and cuddled in tight against my side.
“Dream you, I give him an eight. Real you? Mmm, nine-point-five.”
“Nice!” I said. “Gimme five and I’ll go for a solid ten.” She laughed again, the sound ruined by another peal of thunder, and it was cute how she thought I was kidding. I was just getting started with her.
I’d dreamed of her for the last three years, and being inside the real her had put just about every fantasy I’d imagined or dreamed up to shame.
I held her close, petting her hair, smoothing my rough hands over all of her so-soft skin, and I couldn’t get enough.
My prick was stirring almost as soon as it’d gone down from the first round, and I hoped like hell she was up for more.
I kissed her, and shivered with the thrill her tongue against mine wrung out of me. This woman, this beautiful creature fallen from the heavens itself, didnotdisappoint. She mounted me, straddling my hips, and with a little help from me, holding my cock out from my body, letting her sink onto its offering like the goddess of pure light that she was, we were at it again.
I lay back and let her takemethis time, and she was all sweetness and softness. She rolled her hips with me inside of her like she was born to love me. The feel of her intoxicating like nothing that’d ever passed my lips, and I’d had some real absinthe in my time. The shit that was illegal in the states, the shit with the real wormwood in it that if handled or ingested incorrectly could fuckin’ kill you.
She was my green fairy, though. My living absinthe dream came from the land of sleep to me while I was awake, and I didn’t think I would ever get enough.
I couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stop running my hands over the beautiful, flawless, softness of her skin. I pinched her shell-pink nipples between forefinger and thumb and tugged gently until she threw back her head and gasped, her own hand leaving my hip, lingering over her stomach, before traveling to the apex of her thighs to tease that pearl between her legs.
Fuck,I loved watching her touch herself for me. I tortured her breasts with light pinching and tugging, as she rocked her hips with me inside her, playing with herself for my viewing pleasure and enjoyment.
“Harder,” she begged, and I pinched the peaks of her gorgeous tits harder.
She sucked in a breath, gasping, her hand picking up speed as her body grew taut once more, heralding her peak.Fuck,I wanted her to come for me. I wanted to watch her writhe on me,and for me. I wanted her to make that magic song with her feral cries and sighing breath andyes, fuck, God!
She did it. She made it. She came for me again and collapsed, shaking and shuddering against my chest, even as I came for her, shooting jet after jet of hot cum deep into her, loving that she trusted me enough to take me raw like this.
I wrapped my arms around her, relishing the sticky mess developed between where our flesh was pressed tight, enjoying our sex perfuming the air around us.
I could breathe, drink, and devour this woman, and I was sure that she alone would sustain me, her love making me immortal.
I would do more than walk through fire for her. I’d bring Hell on anyone who tried to take her from me.
Shit, after tonight, I wasn’t sure how I could live without her…
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Genesis…
It took me a moment to rise from my slumber. Like a submarine coming up from a deep dive, I almost returned to consciousness in stages. I was warm, pressed up against something warmer and much harder than me. I breathed in the spicy, woodsy scent that was Chainsaw and opened my eyes.
