Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
S omeone was touching me—not just touching me, holding me, just the way I longed to be held. A big, warm body was curled around my own, spooning me. I could feel the hard wall of a muscular chest against my back and a big hand was reaching around to cup one of my breasts through the thin silk of my nightgown.
“ Mmm , you feel so good in my arms, baby,” a deep, growling voice rumbled in my ear. “Been wanting to hold you for so damn long…”
It was another one of the erotic dreams that had been plaguing me for the past six months, I realized sleepily. Only this time I seemed to be actually experiencing it as an active participant—not just an observer. Which was nice— really nice.
I had gone to sleep still horny due to my inability to reach a release and now I felt my need rushing over me again. The man behind me smelled so good—like a campfire in the woods at night and some warm, dark spice that was completely masculine. His scent seemed to trigger something inside me—a deeper lust than anything I had ever felt before. Suddenly I was nearly panting with desire.
Arching my back, I rubbed against him, pressing my ass to the hard lump I could feel growing behind me. God, he felt huge. Even bigger than the Creatures I’d been imagining as I touched myself earlier.
“I can be as big as you want me to be, baby,” he growled softly and I realized he was somehow reading my mind. “Is that what you need? A nice thick cock filling your tight little pussy? Is that your fantasy?”
I absolutely love it when a man talks dirty to me—this dream was getting more realistic and better all the time, I thought as I rubbed against him.
“Yes,” I moaned softly. “That’s what I need!”
“ Mmm , but we need to get you all warmed up first, sweetheart.” His second hand slipped around my hip and he turned me so that I was on my back and looking up at him. His handsome face in the flickering light of the dying fire looked strangely familiar, but there were too many shadows to be for sure.
“Look at you, all spread out for me,” he murmured, smoothing one big, warm hand down my body. I could feel his heat through the thin silk of my gown—his touch raised chill bumps on my skin as he slowly caressed my breasts, plucking lightly at the nipples to make me moan and squirm. “Spread those gorgeous thick thighs for me,” he ordered softly. “Let me feel that soft little pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”
Helpless to disobey, I spread my legs for him. He skimmed one big hand down my belly and then long fingers were sliding between my thighs to cup my mound through my nightgown.
“Hmm, now what have we here? Are you wet for me, baby?” he rumbled and I felt him parting my pussy lips with surprising delicacy, considering how big his hand was.
I moaned softly as he stroked my aching clit through the thin silk of my gown. Why wouldn’t he reach under it to stroke my bare pussy? I shifted my hips and writhed under his gentle, teasing touch.
Somehow he seemed to understand what I wanted because I heard a deep rumble of laughter.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, stroking me deeper but still keeping the silk gown between us. “Damn, your soft little pussy is so wet for me! And you’re being such a good girl, spreading so wide to let me pet you.”
“Please!” I whispered, writhing under his touch. “I…I don’t know who you are but this feels so good. Why can’t you touch me without the gown in the way?”
“Oh, you want me to pet your sweet pussy with nothing between us? I think that can be arranged,” he rumbled. “But first I want to suck those tight nipples.
He bent his head over me and I thought there was something strange about it. Was he wearing some kind of hat? What were those things coming out either side of his forehead?
But the next minute I was arching my back and panting as he sucked one ripe tip into his mouth and began circling my nipple with his tongue. His mouth felt hotter than I would have expected—almost as though he was on fire with lust inside. Then he moved to my other peak, teasing and nipping it very lightly before sucking hard to take as much of my breast as he could into his hot mouth.
At the same time he was sucking my nipples, his hand was still moving, lightly tracing my aching clit through my gown. Then, finally, the hand moved away and I was sure I knew what was coming next.
I expected my dream lover to pull up my gown with his hand to touch my bare pussy, but instead, something else—another appendage—came sliding around my hip to lift the soaked silk away from the apex of my thighs.
I squinted in the dimness, trying to make out what was lifting my gown. It wasn’t a hand…what was it?
At that moment, a log in the fireplace broke, sending up a shower of sparks and brightening the room. Suddenly I could see more clearly. The appendage lifting my gown was long and whip-like. It also had a triangular pointed end and it moved with the sinuous grace of a snake.
Oh my God, I thought blankly. A tail—that’s a tail. He’s got a tail!
And just as I thought it, the tip of the tail whipped down and stung me—right on my clit!
My shriek of surprise turned immediately into a moan of intense pleasure. The sting my dream lover had given me had resulted in an inner explosion—an orgasm stronger and sharper than anything I had ever felt in my life.
It cracked through me like a lightning bolt, electrifying my whole body and making my back arch and my toes curl helplessly. It felt like every muscle in my body was spasming at once as the pleasure shot through me. At one point it felt like even my hair was coming and I started to see black spots dancing before my eyes.
And that was when I knew I wasn’t dreaming anymore. Nobody experiences Category Five orgasms in their sleep. Or nobody I’d ever heard of before, anyway.
“This…is not…not a dream,” I panted, struggling to get my breath back.
“No, of course not.” In the light from the fire, I saw the face of the Demon in the painting smiling down at me smugly. “This is your fantasy, Celia, and I’m here to fulfill it.”