Dream Before Sleeping

It's been a while since I've posted over here, sorry about that. 

I get busy, and distracted by the mix of photography, writing and the many things that life throws at me over the course of the weeks as they seem to fly by. 

I suppose we all do though, don't we?

Well, I finally finished and got my fourth book out there! It's a rather dark tale, nothing truly like anything I've ever published before. I'm rather happy with it, even though as I wrote it some of the scenes shocked me, silly right?

If you get a chance to read it you will understand I'm sure. 

You can find it here.

Dream Before Sleeping

The cover...yes, this is really me on the cover, in fact a print of this photo hangs in my dining room. 

What a lovely way to make people look at you differently right? I was a size 14 when I took this self portrait actually so I'm rather proud of it. 

What? you want to read a little bit of the new book? 

Oh I'm pretty sure I can manage that. 

Here...I'll show you Chapter 8, and, welcome to my dark side! 

Chapter Eight

 Nathan hadn’t been happy at all with what Higgens had told her, he was furious that he was expected to just leave her alone now. She explained it over and over and still he was refusing to understand. When she finally pointed out that one week wasn’t that long to wait and it was what she needed he relented.

"One more week to wait for you is worth it Elle." They were parked in her driveway and he kissed her softly his lips lingering on hers as though they would stay there forever had she but asked. "I would wait for you forever."

She went into the house alone, refusing to watch him drive away like always. She had never been able to watch him leave, something inside her afraid that he wouldn’t return, wouldn’t want to return. He had always left something of importance behind to remind her that he would come back and she smiled, looking around for what she was sure he had left behind.

It was hidden in her purse, his Blackberry. Now this was something he surely needed but he had left it with her, the reminder he always gave her no matter what. Feeling silly she wandered her home with the blackberry held to her chest, slowly relaxing. She would call her Mother tomorrow she decided, there was just too much on her mind tonight and she was so tired right now.

She went to her room and got ready for bed, too tired to even think of dinner or anything else but sleep. She set the alarm to get her up for her other appointment in the morning and then slid between the cool sheets, the bed feeling lonely without Nathans warmth beside her.

She pushed that thought away and remembered to take her medicine. Feeling guilty that she hadn’t confessed to Dr Higgens that she hadn’t been taking it regularly lately, she promised herself to remember it more often. She slipped back into bed and tried to sleep but in spite of her exhaustion she couldn’t seem to drift off. Wandering downstairs again in her restlessness she lit the wood already laid out in the fireplace and turned on some music. It always calmed her to have music around and she hoped it would ease her restless feeling tonight. She opened the book she had tried to read the other night and pulled pillows and a throw blanket down on the floor in front of the fire, deciding that she would read herself to sleep.

She found herself getting lost in the book, smiling and laughing out loud at the antics of Stephanie Plum in her favorite of Janet Evanovich's stories. As the night wore on she finally felt herself drifting off to sleep and was relieved. She contemplated getting up and going to her room but she just didn’t want to move.

Setting the book down she closed her eyes and listened to the music that was lulling her to sleep. Imogen Heap again…why was it that she hadn’t wanted to listen to her for a while again? Pulling the throw blanket up to her chin she smiled, not concerned that she couldn’t really remember why, knowing it would come to her eventually. As Imogen's voice rose into the song ‘Just for Now’ she wanted to cry, for the drifting slide into the world of dreams was rushing over her and she knew she wasn’t truly sleeping yet.

***

‘There’s my good girl.’ It was the voice again of my dream lover as I feel the covers being lowered over my body. These dreams have been so realistic; who knew that imagination could be so wonderful. As his hands begin to knead my breasts I find myself anticipating what he would do tonight.

 Again my hands are drawn up over my head and held there as his hands begin to work their magic over my body. Stroking my skin with light and delicate touches he explores every inch of me that is exposed. My arms and legs, the valley between my breasts are traced with hands and lips as I sigh in contentment.

 ‘Don’t ever wear something like this to bed again.’ His voice is firm, commanding even as I feel his hands grip the neckline of my sheer negligee. Then with a sudden motion to emphasize his words the material rips wide, leaving me totally exposed to his gaze and touch.

 My eyes open wide at this unexpected violence, in the dream he had been forceful but not like this. Then I smile and remember that it‘s just a dream and wonder if perhaps I really would like someone to want me badly enough to rip my clothes off. It felt pretty nice to have someone want her that much come to think of it.

 ‘I have watched you for so long, pretty.’ The material of my nightgown was being torn into strips in front of me. ‘I have so much to show you, so much I plan to do to you. You are mine.’

 This was a little eerie, but keeping in mind that it’s a dream I relax and wait. I felt hypnotized by the material shredding itself to long strips in front of my eyes. As the gown is done being demolished strips are bound first around my wrists and then around my eyes.

 The feeling was one of helpless excitement and I found that I liked it very much. This was something that I had never really thought of before and I was definitely enjoying what my subconscious was creating for me.

 ‘Such pretty little titties.’ The hands were firm, just bordering on rough as they grasped my breasts and began to knead them again. My nipples hardened instantly and I gasped at the pleasure that shot through me at this gentle roughness I was experiencing.

 His tongue began to tease my nipples, as his hands grew rougher yet, squeezing my breasts and then letting them go. I began to whimper in protest but was commanded to be quiet. Surprised I lay there, feeling almost ashamed as I slowly began to enjoy the pressure of his tongue on my nipples along with the brief flashes of mild pain his hands were causing.

 ‘You like this pretty. You like this.’ His voice still resounded in my head as his hands move down my body, gentle and soothing now.

 I open my mouth to speak, only to find it covered with a hand.

 ‘No, no talking from you. That’s not what I need your mouth for.’  Suddenly I was off the bed and kneeling on the floor, I assumed, facing the bed now. My knees hurt from the quick fall to the floor and my hands were still bound in front of me.

Hands wrapped themselves in my hair, twisting it and pulling my head forward. I felt the hard length of his cock in front of me, the head of it brushing against my lips and I knew what he wanted. Opening my mouth I licked at the throbbing flesh in front of me, hoping that if I pleased him he would be gentler. But evidently he was angry with me for some reason and he pulled at my hair, forcing his hard cock all the way into my mouth, stretching my jaw wide.

He adjusted the angle and forced his thickness down into my throat and then holding my head still kept it there. Soon I was straining to breathe and swallowing reflexively to keep from gagging. He was groaning and telling me what a good girl I was until I had spots dancing before my eyes from lack of air. Then he let me go and pushed me back onto the floor as I gasped in the precious oxygen.

‘That, Pretty, is all I need that lovely mouth of yours for. It does only what I tell it to do…do you understand me?’

‘Yes.’ I gasped still struggling for air.

He said nothing more, just moved me back onto the bed, lying on my back with my legs dangling over the edge. Spreading them wide he moved between them and thrust into me hard and fast. He slammed into me over and over again and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He yelled as he came inside me, I could feel his release throbbing inside my now well used body and was torn between relief and disappointment.

He moved me again, rolling me onto my stomach and propping my hips up with pillows. He was telling me what a good girl I was, how he was proud of me, how I was his. It was all so confusing, why was I dreaming this instead of something I WANTED to dream about?

He stroked the sensitive flesh that was now slick with his release and told me that I could now speak, only unable to say the word ‘no’ to him. Soon enough his touch had me moaning as his fingers slid in and out of me, one hand pressing against my clitoris as I ground my hips against the pressure. I was nearing a climax when I felt him tracing the outline of my anal opening with his slick fingers. I opened my mouth to tell him not to but couldn’t bring myself to say no; almost afraid of what he might do if I refused him.

He did nothing more than keep the pressure there though, for whatever reason he may have had for it. Soon enough I was crying out in relief as my orgasm took me over, leaving me sweating and panting for air as I lay there blind and spread open before him.

***

 She snapped back into reality with a half scream escaping her lips. It wasn’t that the dream had been so very violent or frightening that unnerved her. It was the man in the dream that scared her, he wanted something more than she was willing to give. He wanted complete control over her, body and soul and the very thought of it terrified her to no end.

She rushed upstairs and took a shower, scrubbing her skin repeatedly until the water ran cold and she finally felt that she had washed the dream away. She never slept that night, disturbed by the direction her dream state had taken her, it hadn’t been bad when the man in the dreams was Nathan for she knew that he loved her and wanted her to be happy.

There was a feeling of dread stealing over her; the instinctive knowledge that there was something very wrong that was going to happen. As the dawn spilled crimson across the sky she rose from her bed and wandered down to the kitchen. Coffee in hand she finally went to the stereo and removed her Imogen Heap CD from it and threw it on the still warm coals in the fireplace. Perhaps it was foolish but she felt relief steal over her as she watched it melt into nothingness.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed this little peek into the story, as always, thanks for reading! 

Melanie

Perception of Self

A Photographic View Of Emotional

Perceptions

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that is very true when you actually think about it. 

When you are happy, and everything is going well in your life, when you feel free and relaxed you can look in the mirror and say to yourself "Damn, I look good!" with no problem at all. Heck, there could be times where you are so happy that you look in the mirror repeatedly just so you can look into your own eyes and see that what is going on is real and that you aren't dreaming. 

Funny how the wrinkles fade and the grey hairs you just don't see are still there when you are happy. Funnier yet is how when the people you are around see the contentment and happiness  they don't notice them either. Our concept of reality is based on the emotions we color it with, and to me it's amazing that the human mind can affect such a change to something as simple as our own vision. I've often wondered if happiness and the chemicals the body releases while you are happy has it's own way of making this happen, the happy chemicals perhaps blocking certain receptors in the brain and so on, creating the effect of one having the proverbial "Rose Colored Glasses". 

But when things change (as they often do) and your mood becomes dark and depressed your vision changes. Not only to you yourself but how others view you as well. For instance in the beginning of what may be a tragic period in your life for whatever reason, you will for a time look perhaps something like this. 

Pale and wan, nothing to talk about because what you are carrying inside you is so big and painful you are scared. Scared to open your mouth because you don't know what is going to some out of it, laughter or tears, and neither of them will be of the healthy kind. 

People will try to comfort you, and you thank them but everyone knows that if you can't make it past this and the worst will surely not be this 'pretty'. Again, the human mind coloring what it sees and expects to see in the future. The image becoming not perhaps what it truly is, but what you perceive it to be. 

Exhaustion from your brain refusing to shut down begins to wear on you, as does the stress and you can't bear to look into the mirror hardly at all now, you only use it in a vain attempt to get others to see you differently and see that you are 'fine' and 'ok'. But you aren't, and it shows to the people around you, their worry or glee at your misfortune lends them the eyes to see where you are cracking and quite frankly the chemicals are telling them you don't look so good. 

Then the anger sets in.

To be quite honest no one wants to see this face either, even though your anger may well be justified. But it's frightening, for quite often when you are angry those close to you are not drawn to this sort of expression from you, the bodies natural instinct to anger is to back away from it as you never know if it will turn on you. The body gives off that lovely 'stay away' chemical and whether intended or not people look at you and have the desire to keep themselves at a distance. Self preservation changing how you and the world at large see you isn't something that any of us can deny. 

Then , perhaps you crack. The anger and pain are too much weight for you to carry and for a time you cease to care.

Soul wounded and blank, a piece of the story that no one wants to write, no one can change but you. They can see that you have lost something, a part of yourself that no one is certain you will get back. You can't even see what used to be for yourself, within your own self and so what everyone now views is this feeling of 'nothingness' that exists within you. 

Hopefully one doesn't get locked in this stage, I can't see anyone liking this perception of themselves for very long. So once again we change, ourselves and others perceptions as well. 

When grief and pain have run their course somehow everything is washed, if not clean then stripped of almost everything that colored the eyes before. What remains is a palate just waiting to become colored once again. You can look in the mirror once more, washed out but with just that little bit of hope inside of you that colors peoples view and you find them looking at you once more with tentative smiles. They once again are developing much friendlier eyes with which to look upon you, mother natures chemical reacting to what you are presenting to the world. 

The image of your happiness once more reflected in the mirror and in those around you, changed and yet somehow timeless once more. 

Every event in your life colors the palate of who you are thought to be. It's not completely in your control, no, nothing ever is. Never doubt however that what you are feeling on the inside isn't seen in the people around you, and you certainly can't hide it from yourself. 

Chilled Vodka

I wrote this some time ago, but the truth of the emotions that gave birth to this poem still hold true for me in MANY ways...ahhh. Being a Mother isn't always an easy thing, neither is letting go. 

Its tears for me tonight

Chased with the chilled vodka

It warms me so

Breathing has never been so hard

As I sit here enveloped

In my misery

My own mind

Feeling useless

Not needed

Trying to feel nothing

Failing at that too

The stupid cat

Is chasing the dog again

They look at me after a moment

Stopping the race

I didn’t yell or laugh

I can’t believe they noticed

Crazy animals in my life

Like the grown children

That I don’t know how to do without

As they run headlong into life

And I can’t protect them anymore

Will never love them less

For leaving me behind

Those people that I miss

Those that I have longed for

Seem so distant and cold

Stars that I can never touch

Never hold again

I am aging, not gracefully

Not that I care now

There is nothing to prove

To anyone anymore

I did everything I could

Gave all I had left

For this

Empty house

And the tears

Chased by the chilled vodka

That warms me now

Dream Before Sleeping, Chapter One

I'm in the process of working to self-publish some of my work on Kindle. I know, I've never been the biggest fan of self publishing but when one is told by the publishing industry that they are 'too imaginitve' or that the genre you are writing in is an 'over saturated market' you have to make choices and smile while doing it. I'm debating on which one to put on Kindle first, but I'm leaning towards this one, called Dream Before Sleeping. It needs some TLC and editing before it's ready but I do so love this story. 

Chapter One

Restless and tired with her life and the way it had been progressing up until now she sat alone in her living room. A glass of wine, blood red Merlot, in hand and soft blues music on the CD player were her companions tonight. They were her companions more often than not but tonight they were comforting to her, something to ease her mind from the reality she struggled through.

She tried to browse through a magazine but the restlessness was just too much for her. There was no way she was going to be able to pay attention to it tonight. She should be getting to bed, morning always seemed to arrive far too early when all she wanted to do was slip into her dreams and live the life she craved. Or live the life that had been hers up until a year ago, the life she couldn’t seem to remember.

Jackie Greene was on, one of her favorite songs as she raised the glass to her lips only to find it empty. As she refilled her glass she smiled at the words in ‘When you’re walking Away’, there had been people like that in her life, she was sure there had to have been, and he had such a wonderful way of putting it all together. It went down rather well with the wine really, for her anyway, tonight.

As she drifted with the wine and music she drifted into dreams. Not asleep, no, for her that would be far too simple and much too easy. No she drifted to that place in between wakefulness and true sleep, where everything is tangible in thought and yet you can never truly stay for long, no matter how hard you try.

The last part of the music she remembered before she gave up and lost herself in the dream state that was pulling at her was hearing the opening strains of Jackie’s ‘I’ll Let You In’.

She wondered tonight where it would take her, the music the wine and the stress. She hoped it would take her somewhere nice this time. Someplace safe, satisfying and where she was in control. Someplace where she was sure of whom she was and she was something more, something special.

It wasn’t too much to ask for was it?

She stood before him in the cabin that had once belonged to her Granny, deep in the woods where she knew no one would hear. Her clothing was torn by her mad race through the woods; her dark red hair tumbled around her like a ruby cloak, barely concealing the tear in her dress over her breast, the deep rosy nipple peeking out with her every movement.

He looks at her, not speaking, just staring at her with those strange grey eyes reading her every movement. His long black hair cascaded around him and hid part of his face, the rest of it was hidden by the thick beard and moustache that he wore with pride. His hard muscled body did not move any closer and yet she felt as though he was looming nearer.

 Reaching out quickly he grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, slowly as she gasped he licked the palm and then took each one of her fingers in between his lips, suckling slowly.

 ‘Oh, what a soft tongue you have.’ Her words were breathy and low, barely audible to her own ears and yet he heard her.

 ‘The better to lick you with my dear.’ Slowly he drew a path up her arm with his mouth, brushing aside the torn material of her dress as he drew closer. His lips and tongue were finally touching her neck, moving against her, teasing the sweet sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck met.

He grabbed her buttocks with his strong hands, pulling her hips against his. She moaned as his grip tightened, she was caught, helpless against his muscled form.

 ‘Oh, what strong hands you have!’ She gasped into his ear, her head falling back now as he now moved his mouth to her ear, his smooth tongue tracing the outer edges of it as he ground his hips against her.

 ‘The better to hold you with my dear.’ Gripping her even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh he picked her up and moved her over to the bed in the corner. He placed her feet back on the floor and then grabbing her shoulders sat her down on the edge of the bed.

 He grabbed the remnants of her clothing and shoved them down over her shoulders. Her breasts were exposed to the cool air, the peaks already hard with her excitement. He looked at them for a moment before kneeling before her and taking them one by one into his mouth.

First gentle licks, tracing the taught peaks with the tip of his tongue and then blowing his warm breath across them as she disentangled herself from the useless material she had been wearing. Leaning back on her hands she watched in fascination as he drew one hardened peak into his mouth and began to suckle on it gently, making the sensations more somehow by teasing the very tip with feathery licks of his tongue.

 One breast and then the other, he teased her until she was moaning in response to his ministrations. Smiling against her willing flesh he lay her down on her back, her legs hanging over the edge of it as he knelt between them. With an effortless strength he tore the last of the cloth covering her from her body as he moved back just enough to see her pale silken flesh revealed to him.

 He watched her every reaction as his hands roamed her body. A stroke of the palm here and a light pinch there and soon enough she was wet and waiting for him to thrust himself inside her.

 Parting her thighs wider he marveled at the deep red of the hair covering that sensitive triangle of flesh that was her most secret place. He stroked the soft curling hairs with gentle fingers, coaxing the silken lips of her wide open to his gaze. Her clitoris was swollen, begging for his touch and he stroked it with the lightest of touches, teasing more than satisfying her craving for him.

 He kept his gaze on her face, enjoying the expressions crossing it as he toyed with her. There was such innocence in her yet and she was not used to waiting for satisfaction. She was so used to getting it when she needed it from him and he was looking forward to teaching her a new lesson.

 He leaned down, spreading the moist lips that were wet with her desire, opening her even further to him. She gasped as he touched his tongue to her swollen clitoris, moaning as he licked it with long languorous motions of his tongue.

 First one and then another finger he moved inside her tight sheath, wanting her open and ready for him. He kept the motions slow, mouth and hand moving with a torturous lingering touch that made her need build higher, keeping her just on the edge of her orgasm.

 Over these last few days he had touched her, wanting her to be familiar with him, comfortable with him. He wanted her willing to do whatever he wanted and had not sought the easing of his own needs that her body could provide him. He would have it now.

 He listened to her moans, her voice low with passion as she begged him to finish her. He felt her body shake as she hovered on the precipice, that fine line where need becomes agony and he unlaced his breeches, his swollen organ springing forth as it throbbed with a need of its own.

 He moved to stand over her, part of him reveling in her cry of despair as his hand and mouth left her warm flesh. Reaching down he sat her back up, her face just inches from his swollen and throbbing flesh.

 ‘Oh my…what a big cock you have!’ She stared, her eyes wide as she looked up at him and he smiled, seeing the little bit of worry in her eyes that he had wanted to see, he was large and he knew she had never seen one like his before.

 ‘The better to ravish you with my dear.’ With his thumb opening her mouth he moved his hips forward until the tip of his cock was touching her lips. ‘Take it in your mouth, please me.’

 She wanted to please him, knowing that if she did he would finish what he had started. She opened her mouth wide, stretching it open and took the swollen head into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and he drew her closer, forcing more of himself into her mouth. She watched him, looking up as she sucked on his hard flesh, his head was back and the pulse in his throat was throbbing madly.

 He used her hair to move her the way he wanted her, faster and deeper she took him into her mouth until she could barely breathe. She stroked him with her tongue, enjoying the shudders that wracked his frame every time she did so.

 ‘Enough’ he growled as he moved her away from him. He moved her again, turning her onto her hands and knees on the bed, her sweet moist opening now the perfect height for his entrance to her body.

 Grasping her hips he thrust into her, to the hilt as she cried out beneath him. She felt as though he was stretching her beyond endurance, grateful that he took a minute to enjoy the feeling while her body tried to adjust.

 She had never been so full, nor had she ever been taken in such a position before. It was like he was in total control of her and she wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy it.

 Then he began to move, drawing almost all the way out of her slowly and then thrusting hard and fast back inside. After the first few thrusts she loved the feeling, his hard cock was filling all of her and there was that heated pressure building up inside her, that tingling that thrilled her body just before a climax.

  One of his large hands held onto her hips and the other had wrapped itself in her hair again. Surprisingly the slight pull felt good as she gave up any sense of control as he rode her. Every time she tried to move with him his hand on her hip held her still and the hand in her hair kept her from collapsing forward onto the bed, she was his to do with as he wished.

 He moved in her, the feeling of her tight vagina around him was exhilarating. He moved slow and then faster, driving his shaft in her until he was buried inside her to the hilt. Her muscles tightened around him as he stroked into her again and again, clenching him almost to the point of pain.

 He closed his eyes in enjoyment. Her moans were loud and echoed back off the wall she was facing, sweet music to his ears, blending with the sound of slapping flesh as he now pounded himself into her slick sheath.

 She was so excited her wetness was flowing down onto his balls and he slid smoothly in and out of her willing body. He moved his hand around her and stroked her hardened clitoris, smiling at the near scream of satisfaction that came from her as he did so.

 She felt her body convulse around him as she came hard, his fingers on her the extra feeling she had needed to reach the peak. Over the edge she flew, gasping for air as he continued his assault on her senses, leaving her feeling mindless as he continued to drive himself into her faster and faster.

 He could feel his sac tighten and withdrew from her, flipping her over onto her back before driving into her once more. He moved her legs over his shoulders and watched her face as he moved in her hard and fast, his breath now burning in his lungs as he strained to reach his own climax.

 He came hard inside her, the head of his cock jerking and shaking as it throbbed over and over inside her. He ground himself against her, getting as deep as he could as he shook again and again, his muscles contracting as he emptied into her heated flesh and he yelled out in triumph.

  Finally he fell on top of her, still inside her as they gasped for air. He recovered first and lay on the bed next to her, pulling her against him as she shook over and over in reaction.

 Soon he slept, holding her in a tight embrace and she watched him as she slept. The moon crept high into the night sky and its light bathed them with a silvery glow.

 The change came over her and she moved away from him, not wanting to hurt him. Her feet hit the floor and became paws; she went to all fours and luxuriated in the feeling of the warm fur covering her body, the strength that flowed through her with the change.

 ‘He might think he was the big bad wolf’ she thought as she looked back at his sleeping form, her tongue hanging out in wolfish laughter, ‘but he pales in comparison to me when it comes to true wolfishness.’

 She ran off into the clear moonlit night. Her senses filled with the joy and freedom of the beast as she left behind the only man who had ever come close to taming her. While she waited for her true mate to come into her life he would definitely be fun to ‘play’ with.

Well, and hadn’t THAT been interesting? She thought as she placed the wineglass in the kitchen sink before heading up to her room for the rest of the night. The lights were all off now and she walked slowly up the stairs, wondering how on Earth Jackie Greene’s music had somehow led her to some sort of sexually frustrating version of Little Red Riding Hood?

It must have been the color of the wine, she decided as she climbed into bed. It was late and there was the alarm clock to deal with in the morning. She would think about it some other time she supposed.

It was definitely something she would have to tell her shrink about. Then she smiled, wondering what Freud would have made of that particular dream. She would have to write it all down tomorrow if she remembered it: if she remembered anything, anything at all, anyhow.


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Chapter Six of Kerry's Raine

Chapter Six

He got back to her place much later than he had intended. There had been cattle out when they had arrived and it had taken time to get them all in and the fence repaired while Terrance had parked the truck and wagon inside the barn where they usually stored equipment and then put out the hay and grain for the cattle. He didn’t even get a chance to call her and let her know he was still coming because he had lost his cell phone somewhere while making sure the cattle were taken care of, he was hoping that she would still welcome him when he showed up at her door, exhausted, muddy and incredibly sore as the lightning from the storm forked the sky again and again.

He was soaked by the time he made it to her door, knocking and waiting for her to come to the door he smiled to himself as he thought of her in the tub with him. When the door finally opened he saw that she was still wearing the shirt and skirt she had been earlier and she looked so delicate, so lovely with the lights of her house blazing behind her that he couldn’t speak.

“Come in silly, you must be freezing standing there in the rain like this.” Opening the door wide she closed it behind him and taking his hand she guided him to the bedroom. “Let’s get you into the tub before you catch your death or something ok? I’ll bring you something to eat while you’re soaking.”

In the doorway to her room he stopped her. “Kerry, you don’t have to do that you know, I can wait until I’m out of the tub to eat.”

“No, I know you worked hard today so now you just have to relax and do what I tell you to.” Standing on her toes she pulled his head down for a quick kiss. “Now, that bath is ready so go on in and I’ll be there in a minute, go relax.”

As she walked away he watched her, admiring the gentle sway of her hips as she moved with an unconscious grace that few could match and he wondered once again if she had ever trained to be a dancer. He turned and walked through her bedroom, silently noting that she had no family photos anywhere in her house, he was going to have to ask her about that someday.

He had never been in her bathroom before, he realized as he walked in to what appeared to be a jungle of plants and dramatic green and gold colors. It was strange but no matter how often she’d called him to come and fix something for her, of how often Summer had had him come here to do something for her she had never let him into this part of her house. Fascinated he stared at the glass shower, partially covered by some sort of vine that wound its way down the trellis she had leaned against the glass and he was trying to identify the different scents and plants that had gone wild in this room when the low rumbling sound caught his attention.

He pushed aside a curtain and stood and stared at what he saw behind it. He had to admit that it was the two small trees growing in her bathroom that surprised him the most, but the fact that this part of her room was up against the trees and all glassed in made him wonder how he had never noticed it before. In the middle of the two trees, the ferns and other plants that were growing here there was a tub that was sunken into the floor, almost flush with it actually and was surrounded by smooth black tile that was shot through with gold. It was a Jacuzzi tub and the jets were on full with the steam rising to coat the glass above with steam even as he saw more lightning from the storm through the glass.

Carefully he stripped, folding his clothing and setting it off to one side as the steaming, moving water seemed to call to him. His leg flashed with painful protest as he lowered himself to slide into the welcoming water, the old scars still pulling at the rest of his skin as though they were fresh, making him wince and then sigh as he felt the relaxing heat of the water begin instantly to ease the sore muscles of his body.

He lay back in the water, letting it come up to his chin as he immersed himself in the heat and felt one of the jets pulsing water onto his right thigh, making short work of the tense muscles there and he sighed as he closed his eyes.

“You know they say that being in a body of water in a storm is just asking to get struck by lightning right?” Her voice was soft and low, seductive as she moved into the room carrying a tray with a bowl of stew, some bread and two glasses of wine.

He moved to get up, not wanting her to feel like she had to take care of him. “Let me get that for you.”

“No, just stay there, I’ve got it all handled.”

And she did have it all handled, he had a feeling that there really wasn’t much that she needed from anyone, him included and that thought disturbed him more than he could say. She knelt by the tub her skirt flowing out over the tile in a pool of white, the contrast startling as she leaned to hand him a piece of bread and then pulled it back with a smile as instinctively his hand reached out for it, dripping with water from the tub.

“I need to get up, this isn’t going to work.” He grumbled, putting his hand back in the water as he stared up at her.

“Oh it will, you just need to move over here for a second and let me be in charge.”

“You want to be in charge huh?”

“Of course, wouldn’t you if you were in my position?” He would too, and she obviously knew it as well as he did. Knowing what he would want to do if she were in this tub while he was bringing her food he smiled and then moved over to where she knelt, watching her stretch out on the tile as though it were the most comfortable thing in the world, the bread still in her hand.

She held the slice of bread to his lips and he took a bite, smiling and shaking his head as he chewed, enjoying the look of pleasure in her eyes as he ate from her hand. “So are you trying to tame me with food?” He said after he had swallowed.

“No, not that, never that.” Reaching out she placed the bread to his lips again, her eyes almost a grey as she looked at him, her face serious. “There are some things in this world you ruin if you try to tame them, it’s best to just care for them as they are.”

Was it a warning? He wondered as she fed him. Bite by bite the bread and stew disappeared as his body relaxed. Sip by sip the red wine she had brought in helped to ease the sore muscles in his body as they shared it and he watched her, trying to figure her out, trying to understand why it was now, after three years of knowing each other that she had chosen to be with him and he had to wonder how long she would let him stay this close to her.

“Still hungry?” She asked as the last bite of stew was gone and the bowl sat empty on the tray.

“Not for food.” He replied and held his hand out to her. “Come in, the water’s just right.”

She stood and for a second he was afraid she was leaving the room. But she only picked up the tray and set it out on the vanity in the other part of the bathroom, bringing back one of the wine glasses that was somehow full again. Placing it next to the sunken tub she undid the knot in her shirt and let it fall to the floor, her skin pale in the light and the sight of her small firm breasts making his hands feel as though they were literally itching to touch her. She lowered her skirt, revealing her rounded hips and thighs, the smooth skin of her legs and the even smoother skin at the juncture of her thighs where he suddenly wanted to place his lips, kissing her there until she cried out in pleasure.

“Damn you are so beautiful, I can’t even think.”

“No, I’m not but thank you.”

She stepped into the tub, and then lowered herself to sit next to him in the steaming froth of water as he opened his arms for her. She curled up against him, her face pressed against the side of his as he ran his hands over her skin, loving the feel of her there against him. Closing his eyes he was content to just lie there in the water and hold her close, and he found himself once again praying that it wasn’t a dream that he was going to wake up from because he couldn’t bear to lose what was happening between them.

When she turned his face to hers for a long slow kiss he let her do as she pleased, let her take control of what was happening, the way he knew she wanted to. The food, the wine, the heat of the tub and her kiss all combined to make him more comfortable and relaxed than he had been in years and for a few hours he knew he would be able to think of nothing but her, and the world wasn’t going to fall apart because of it.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring him as he lips brushed over his face that was damp from the steam that surrounded them. Lightning flashed in the sky again and she jumped a little, shocked by the sound of the thunder that seemed to shake the glass around them. At his murmured question, she shook her head no, she didn’t want to get out of the tub and she went back to caressing him as though his body was something she wanted to memorize by touch alone. He knew that feeling, that want, for he wanted to do the same with her.

“You are so not the average man.” She actually giggled in his ear as her exploring hands finally touched him where he needed her to, her slim fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh between his legs and stroking it with the same slow rhythm that she had used before, driving him crazy with the need she built inside of him.

She moved to place herself over him, but he stopped her with the sudden grip of his hands on her hips. Her eyes opened wide as the lightning flashed again and the thunder shook the house as he shook his head no.

“What? You don’t want…” He silenced her with another kiss, hard and deep as his lips and tongue plundered her mouth that tasted of the wine they had shared. While he had her distracted with the kiss he shifted their positions and then slowly raised her out of the water until she was sitting on the edge of the tub, her buttocks sliding a little on the black tile and as he pulled away from their kiss her lips were parted, her eyes wide with surprise at where she was sitting.

“I’m hungry.” He was not surprised that it came out as a growl, his voice echoing a little in the room.

“Do you want…”

“I want you to lie back, let me have you.” He pressed against her shoulders until she finally lay back against the tile, her body open to him and her legs dangling into the water.

Kneeling in the water he spread her legs wider, his fascinated gaze roaming over her pale flesh against the black sparkling tile, the contrast making her look as though she wasn’t even real, perhaps some ghost of his imagination. His hands moved over her, cupping her breasts for a moment as she closed her eyes in pleasure, her nipples hard against his palms, pressing against them as she moved into his touch.

“You like that.” He whispered, remembering how she had done that earlier when they had been together.  She nodded her head, not opening her eyes or speaking.

Dipping his head down he trailed kisses along her belly, his tongue delving into her belly button to lick the water away that had pooled there. There were marks on her belly, on her hips and just above her pubic bone, small marks that he knew most women had after having a child, but as far as he knew she didn’t have any children, saying nothing he simply traced the fine lines in her skin with his lips, stroked with his tongue the small scar that lay just under her belly button, enjoying the catch of her breath as he loved her with his mouth while his hands moved low to caress and massage her legs.

She was panting, more than ready for him as he finally lowered his head to those sweetly shaven lips, to that soft pink flesh that he wanted to taste. He parted the soft folds of her there with his hands, blowing his warm breath across her flesh and her hips rose in reaction, glancing up at her he saw that she was watching him, her neck bent to hold her head up and her face expressionless but for the fact that she was holding her bottom lip firmly in between her teeth once again. Opening his mouth slowly he licked, his tongue trailing a line from her wet opening to her hard and swollen clitoris, making sure she saw his every move and how much he enjoyed what he was doing to her.

He was going to kill her, she decided, and she was going to love every single second of the pleasure of it. The cool feel of the tile on her back, the warmth of the water and the heat of his mouth and hands on her had her shaking, wanting to cry out with the pleasure of it, but she kept her lip between her teeth literally biting back the groans she wanted to utter. As one of his long thick fingers slid inside her he began to suckle lightly on her clitoris and try as she might to arch her back to bring her hips closer to him it was impossible on the slippery tile, she had to just lie back and feel what he was doing and it was an exquisite torture for her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter to her as he tasted her with slow licks and light kisses, wanting her to cry out for him, something inside him needing to hear her cry out in passion. She was so wet, hot and soft that he was having a hard time restraining himself from burying his body deep inside her, knowing now how she felt surrounding him. Suckling harder now on her clitoris, rolling his tongue along it over and over again he held her in place with one arm as she writhed on the tile, her hands now helpless at her sides as her thighs began to shake.

“It’s too much, too much.” She finally cried out, her teeth chattering as she shook with the feeling of what he was doing to her.

He lifted his head for a moment, his fingers gently stroking that hard nub of flesh he had been stroking with his tongue, not wanting the heat inside her to lessen. “Kerry. Kerry love, just relax, let go.”

“I don’t think I can, not like this.” She whimpered as another tremor shook her thighs.

“Yes you can Kerry, just trust me.” Watching her face, he went back to stroking her with his tongue while she writhed on the cool tile and the thunder echoed in the room, lightning streaking across the sky as she gasped for air.

Minutes, seconds, she didn’t know and she couldn’t care, caught between sensation and need. Each streak of lightning in the sky somehow timed with each wave of feeling that she couldn’t hold back, fight off, and as she stared up at the night sky she found a glory in the flesh that had been lost for her in many ways so long ago. His words ‘let go’ echoed inside her with the thunder and she did; her spine bowed, her hips jerking against his mouth and fingers as a deep and loud moan came from her in a long wail that to her seemed never ending as the lightning feel of her release ripped through her again and again, the thunder rippling inside her as the sensations went on.

Her cries echoing against the tile, against the windows and in his mind he rose above her. On his knees in the water he held her hips tight and he slid inside her before the last of her orgasm had finished and when he drove himself deep inside the slick heat of her convulsing sheath she cried out again, her inner muscles tightening around him as her body shook. Slowly he moved inside her, watching her, oh how he loved to watch every expression that crossed her face, showed in her eyes.

“Raine…please…”She moaned, reaching her arms out to him as he rode inside her, above her, just out of the reach of her searching fingers.

He knew what she wanted and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up until she was almost sitting up, the angle of his hardness inside her making then both gasp and go still. She shifted her hips and he held her, when she put her hands back against the tile for support he kissed her, moving slowly inside her once again as he murmured soft words against her lips.

With her whispered encouragement he moved faster yet, the water in her whirlpool tub sloshing up and over the edge with the force of his movements as she gripped him with her legs, her ankles locking around his hips. It wasn’t long before the feel of her around him, the feeling of her slick heat so tight where his skin was so sensitive had him gritting his teeth and groaning as his orgasm started. He tried to pull out of her, the thought of her getting pregnant occurring to him now as it hadn’t earlier in the day but she wouldn’t let him go, her strong legs pulling him closer as her inner muscles contracted around him again and she cried out in pleasure, her own relief not to be denied as he shook with the force of his own, kissing her lips as he was still hungry for the taste of her as the last of the satisfied shudders came over them.

After a moment they separated, leaving the tub and drying each other off as the flashes of lightning outside grew infrequent and the sound of the thunder became more distant. They didn’t talk, just dried each other and then walked hand in hand to her big soft bed.

“I really didn’t know you were such a religious man, I’m kind of surprised.” She finally said as they lay together, her cheek pressed to his chest as he held her curled up against him, warm under the silky sheet that covered them.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh it was all that praying you were doing earlier, it made me realize how religious you really are.” He felt her smile and he tipped her head up so that he could look at her, giving her a half-grin as he saw the mischievous light in her eyes.

“What praying?”

“Oh, you know, the whole ‘Oh God, oh God, Oh God.’, that you were doing just about fifteen minutes ago. It impressed me, really.”

Seconds later she was laughing hysterically as he tickled her, both of them rolling around on the bed in what he called a ‘tickle war’. Their little war led to kisses and the kisses led to another example of his religious devotion as she knelt over him and took his hard member into her mouth, enjoying the sounds he made as he lay there beneath her, loving the feel of his hands in her hair as he called her name when the hot and salty pulse of his release filled her mouth and he drove himself helplessly between her soft lips.

They fell asleep with her curled up on top of him this time, his arms around her holding her tight as he finally succumbed to the weariness that was inevitable. Her hair was the only blanket they had this time and he for one couldn’t think of anything better to have covering them.

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