Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
The kind that keeps you out of trouble.
That voice echoes through my head like a shout from the wrong end of a long tunnel. I try to call back but am robbed of breath as that dream hand grasps my cock and begins to squeeze with light pressure.
I fall back on the cot, not giving a damn about the scratchy wool on my back. It could be pine needles for all I care. This feeling is glorious.
Yes, love, give in. Let us help. Let us find you.
My ears only catch a part of what the dream voice says, but the sensation rules my core. I feel my cock and balls, both so, so sensitive. The balls are tight against my body. They always are when I’m around. They draw up at the very thought of being close to me. Our thoughts are mingling in the strangest way. They think I’m beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. They don’t need to truly see me. They know what I am because our souls meshed. We’ve mingled in dreams since childhood. A lovely tangling of our bodies is a simple next step.
I feel the moon on my face, the light a gentle slash across my eyes. Do they feel the same moon on their faces?
I groan, the sound masculine and deep to my ears. I don’t hear my own voice. I hear his.
Shim, love. My name is Shim.
I fall back against the cot. Shim. Is that his name? My Dark One? This connection feels different. There’s always been a gauzy, dreamy quality to the connection before, but this feels so real. His voice wavers a bit, but there’s a solidness to it that didn’t exist before.
Bronwyn. My name is Bronwyn.
A low chuckle rolls over me. I can feel its warmth like he’s beside me and his breath can heat my skin. Yes, love. You’re…always known.
I want to hear him, everything he says, but there’s a maddening disconnect. And then I feel a surge of arousal. It takes my breath away. What is he doing?
I need to get up. I need to get away, but he calls to me. Perhaps I’m still dreaming. Yes. I am dreaming, and this is precious time. I’m not about to waste it with plotting and planning that won’t come to fruition. I take a long breath and mentally reach for Shim. Shim. I love his name. For so long I dreamed of him and his twin, but they didn’t have names. Shim. It makes him seem real.
And Shim is a dirty boy.
I want to touch…breasts. Touch…
How can I even think when his hand keeps stroking his cock? A cock is a marvelous thing. Long and thick, it’s like a lightning rod that attracts pleasure. Shim’s heartbeat is steady and strong, his hand moving up and down. An image strikes me, slamming into my head with gentle force.
He wants to spread my legs. He wants to take that cock and enter my body, joining us together.
We would be naked, not a stitch between us, only warm flesh that fits together perfectly. He would cover me, his chest to my breast, bellies rubbing, legs entangled. Even our toes would kiss. His mouth would sink onto mine, his tongue fusing us together as his cock lays claim.
My whole body relaxes.
Touch…
He wants me to touch myself. My breasts. I put a hand to my breast, his satisfaction pulsing across our connection. He wants to hold my breasts in his hands, cupping them, playing with the nipples.
It isn’t enough. Without opening my eyes, I undo the buttons on my bodice, the cool air caressing my breasts. My nipples tighten.
Ours.
I push the sides of my bodice away, cupping my own breasts. I don’t feel my hands. I feel big, masculine hands on my body. I pinch my nipples, the image of what Shim wants playing in my brain. He wants to own my nipples. He wants to roll them in his fingers, dress them up with jewels.
I pull at my nipples, feeling the heat of his mouth. This is what I want. Shim wants to suck my nipples. He would start with kisses, like pixie wings on my skin. He would cover my flesh with soft kisses, and then I would feel the long, slow lick of his tongue.
Yes, love…what I want…
I send the image out. I want it, too. I want his mouth on me, devouring me like a treat after a hard day’s work. His tongue flicks around my nipple, making it a hard nub. It stands straight up, pointing to my mouth, begging for more.
The rough edge of his teeth drags along my nipple. It’s a wickedly decadent feeling, running on the right side of pain. He bites at my nipple and then sucks it into his mouth with lavish affection.
It feels so good. The sensation races from my nipples to deep in my pussy where an ache begins.