Hot Dreams of a Lonely Soul (Weekend Getaways) (3 page)

Gritting his teeth, he looked like he was
struggling to hold back a scream. His breaths came shorter, his strokes
sharper, and more moisture drenched her channel, easing the friction and his
movements as he dug his cock in and out of her sweet heat, raking over erogenous
zones. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her head a little to the side and scraped
his teeth gently over the exposed skin of her neck, then sucked, marking her as
his own.

“Robert, don’t stop!” she begged when she suddenly
felt him slowing down and setting in a mindboggling steady pace. “Fuck me!
Harder...” she said, her voice tightening like the grip of her pussy on his
cock.

Smiling wolfishly, he tortured her some more
in that slow rhythm and her hand landed hard against his butt cheek in
response, causing him to yelp. “
Ohh
, you like it
rough. Hmm, naughty...” he purred. Once again his hands gripped her wrists and
pinned them above her head, forcing her to keep still as he lay flush against
her, their skin slick with combined sweat. He crushed his lips to hers, his
tongue sweeping into her mouth, but refusing to submit to his erotic torment, she
disentangled her legs from his waist and bucked her hips, thrusting to meet his
cock harder with each shove and push. Her body demanded a fierce ride, and she
made it impossible for him to hold back one second longer. She felt him lose
all sense of control, giving her what she wanted—deep, fast, hammering thrusts,
taking them both higher and higher.

“Robert!” she gasped when the pinnacle came after an
excruciatingly exquisite climb, then her whole body went rigid, straining
against him. A blurring wave passed through her and she screamed and doubled up
in ecstasy as her release burst over her like a wave of energy, starting at her
core and rippling through her arms and legs, dragging breathy sobs from her
throat. Her inner muscles clenched and milked his shaft, undulating beneath
him. He arched up away from her and then stilled. Jets of burning hot fluid
bathed her core, accompanied by his loud groans. It coursed into her body,
setting her on fire and she loved and welcomed the warmth in her pussy. Robert
let go of her wrists and lay sprawled on top of her, still trembling faintly from
the strength of his release, his heart and breaths slowing as he relaxed.

She ran her hands up and down his back,
then
boldly pressed her palms against his rear, eliciting another groan from him. Whimpering
as the vibrations within her contracting cunt ran through her pelvis, she
gasped as he withdrew his cock. Her cheeks were flushed when he pulled away to
look at her.

“You are fabulous.” He brushed his lips over hers tenderly.
Taking her into his arms, they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

* * *
*

The sun beamed on her face through the window and she opened
her eyes reluctantly, bothered by the powerful light. Stretching on her bed, it
took her a moment to remember what had happened the night before. Her eyes
widened and she sat up in the middle of the bed, suddenly realizing she was
alone. Desperate, she looked around for any sign of him but she couldn’t find
any. Her heart felt heavy in her chest, her fingers running through her hair in
agitation. Was it a dream? Was it nothing but another hot dream of him? Tears
pooled in her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. She felt confused and
disappointed, no longer able to distinguish the dreams from reality. Loneliness
and sadness hung heavy like a saggy wet blanket on her shoulders. Her mouth
went dry. Getting to her feet, she made her way to the kitchen for a glass of
water, her trembling legs making it harder for her.

Carly’s stomach somersaulted and she stopped dead in her
tracks when she reached the door leading into her kitchen and found Robert busy
at the stove. A deeper joy than she had ever felt before caused her heart to
swell at the sight of him.

“Robert...” she murmured before she could catch herself.

He turned around and blinked several times, taking in her
hot, naked appearance.
“Good morning to me, babe.”
He
smirked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

She looked down at her body, only then remembering she was
naked. She couldn’t help but flush, feeling rather exposed in the bright
daylight. Her arms crossed at her chest, covering herself instinctively, which
caused his brows to furrow.

“Carly, what are you doing?” he asked upset, moving closer
to hug her. “Baby, stop covering yourself,” he whispered in her ear, holding
her tight. “I want to see you.
All of you.
It’s a
crime hiding a body like yours. Why can’t you see how beautiful and perfect you
are?” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her face slowly, and then his lips found
hers again.

Her hands lightly grasped his wrists as she returned his innocent
kiss, still shocked to see he was truly there and everything had been real.
“Last night...I’ve never felt as good as last night,” she murmured timidly, not
daring to look into his eyes.

His fingers locked in her hair and pulled gently until she
was forced to look up at him. “I’ve been dreaming of a moment like that ever
since I met you. Now I am eagerly looking forward to many more...with you...”

He wants more!
She
couldn’t believe what she had just heard. The man in her dreams wanted more of
her. It was not like one of those furtive one night stands that she dreaded. He
actually wanted more. In a sudden flurry, she lunged upward, threw her arms
around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

Robert squeezed her tight, in a protective, loving kind of
way that soothed her like nothing before.

“No one can hurt you now. I know it may take some time, but
I’ll make you feel safe with me and trust yourself again. I will not give up
until I succeed.”

She looked up to meet his mild gaze. Something in the way he
looked at her made her want to never leave his side. She trusted him. Despite
the little she knew him, she trusted him enough to give her body to him like an
offering; an offering that he gladly accepted and worshipped like no one had
ever done.

“I want you to be mine...all mine,” he whispered against her
lips, his forehead pressed to hers, the faintness of his voice not stealing any
of the conviction in his words.

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation. Rising slightly on
tiptoes, she reached up to kiss him warmly, but this time she was not content
to let the kiss remain innocent. Easily, she parted his lips with her tongue,
deepening the contact and possessing his mouth, unleashing all the hidden
desires she had suppressed for so long.

Raw, savage emotion gripped him when he grabbed her by the
thighs and lifted her up on the kitchen counter, his mouth never leaving hers.
His fevered kisses were just like she had imagined them in her dreams. They
took her breath away and she could feel them through her whole body, once more awakening
the passion within her. He lit a fire incapable of being lit by any other man,
and she felt as though she’d die right there if he didn’t attempt to put it out.

“So soft, so irresistible,” he groaned harshly and pulled
her lower lip into his mouth, sucked and tugged on it, until she began groping
at his fly, desperate to free him. Her soggy, palpitating vagina craved for
that delicious fullness she had experienced the night before. “Not so fast,
baby. First I want to play with you some more,” he rasped in her ear in a low,
seductive whisper, filling his hands with the luscious weight of her breasts while
he teased the tips into excited buds. Each gentle pinch elicited an involuntary
sound in the back of her throat and a sharp hiss squeezed through her teeth
when his fingers found her sweet spot. Over and over he brushed his thumb over
the swollen nub of her clit and relished the way her body jerked. His erection
strained against his pants, yet he ignored it, all of his attention focused
solely on her pleasure.

Carly literally squeaked when he suddenly withdrew, and
watched him walk over to the refrigerator, her imagination running wild,
anticipating the pleasure. She could not believe her luck. Having that
outrageously handsome man in her own home doing those sexy things to her,
claiming her, worshipping her, felt so much better than in any dream she had ever
had.

Her eyes grew large at the sight of the ice cube in his hand
and her nipples puckered so hard they hurt. “What are you planning to do to
me?”

“I aim to please, my dear,” he remarked teasingly, settling
back between her thighs when she instinctively parted them wider. His sparkling
gaze pinned her, but as he rolled the
ice
along the
slope of her gorgeous neck, she couldn’t control the tremors racking her body,
nor
the mewls
of pleasure that escaped her parted
lips. He sucked in a breath as a droplet of water slid down her throat and
leaned quickly to catch it with his tongue, licking her all the way up to the
underside of her chin.

She squirmed, her overheated skin melting the ice as he
passed it through the valley of her breasts, his mouth sucking her dry, and she
had to clamp tight to his shoulders for fear she’d lose her balance and crumble
to the floor. Her pulse quickened with longing as he brushed the dripping ice
cube to her nipple, and she reveled in the burning freeze for a moment.

Robert blew against it and it crinkled in response before he
began nuzzling it with his mouth. He moved from one to the other, again and
again, until she cried for mercy. He reluctantly tore his lips away from them,
leaving them red, sore and swollen. He then led the remaining cube to the
entrance of her juicy folds and her thighs pulled together in reflex, squeezing
him in between, the coldness against her scorching sex causing her body to
convulse abruptly.

“Stop toying with me,” she begged panting, his next move
leaving her perplexed and gaping at him. Watching him pop the cube into his
mouth nearly brought her to climax, exquisitely sensitive to everything he did.
When he leaned closer to kiss her, Carly snuck her tongue between his lips,
lightly skimming the inside of his mouth, and she managed to steal it from him.

A groan passed his lips and poured into her mouth, her
gesture seemingly arousing the hell out of him, since he no longer stopped her
when her hands worked to free him. He helped her discard his clothes, tossing
them to the yellowish tiles of her kitchen before he picked her up again and
went to settle on her living room couch with her on his lap, her knees on
either side of his hips.

Her arms looped around his neck as she sank toward his
erection, and let him lead it to her entrance, the flood of moisture between
her inner thighs making it easier for her to slide down his taut manhood,
feeling it stretching and filling her in the most pleasant way possible. “Dear
God,” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for her body to adjust.
She couldn’t sit still for long and began to grind her pelvis in slow, sensuous
circles, then moved her hips up and down his long member, every nerve in her
body homing in on the glorious sensations the friction between them produced.

“Carly...” he moaned electrified, staring deep into her
eyes. “You do it so well. You’re the best, baby!” His hands grabbed her bottom
and gave it a gentle squeeze, goading her to continue.

Happy tears gathered in her eyes and melting kisses sealed their
lips together, locking their moans of ecstasy inside, while she kept moving, pumping
up and down his length, her sensitive nipples grazing his bulging chest. As the
rhythm of her movements intensified, so did their pleasure, and soon she could
feel the orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach and spreading
outward.
Her mind turned blank, her ears rang and the walls
of her vagina clamped around him tight as she teetered on the edge of climax
for several long, blissful seconds. A sob tore from her throat as she crashed
down, each spasm lighting her up from within and exploding in ever-increasing
waves of pleasure that ricocheted all the way to her fingertips and toes. Her
delicious contractions triggered his own release, his seed jetting up into her
womb as she clenched and unclenched her inner muscles, claiming every last drop
of it.

As their bodies slowly recovered from the aftershocks of
their lovemaking they remained embraced, gently caressing one another.

“We were supposed to be at work,” she murmured, regarding
him with affection, thankful for every second in his company and for how
womanly he made her feel.

“Not a chance! The day has only just begun and I plan to
continue with this for as long as you can take it.” A playful grin danced
across his face, causing her to giggle.

“I am yours for as long as you will want me.”

“Always!” he uttered firmly, as though trying to make sure
she understood how serious his intensions were.

“Always...” she agreed, a sense of hope welling in her soul
for the first time in many years.

*THE END*

About the Author

Emily A.
Lawrence lives in Transylvania with her family, hence her love for vampires and
paranormal books. She is extremely passionate about fiction and has been
writing stories, mostly fan fiction, for years now, but only began thinking
seriously about publishing approximately a year ago. Having her family’s
support, and encouraged by friends and fellow authors, she pursued her dream of
becoming a published author.

Emily loves
creating new characters with
whom
readers can identify
themselves, and losing herself in their worlds. Usually, she writes
contemporary romance in three heat levels: sweet, sensual and erotic. However, she
would like to try her hand at other genres one day, such as paranormal or
mystery.

When she’s
not writing, she enjoys traveling and experiencing new cultures, new sceneries,
food and meeting new people, or simply reading a good book.

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