Midnight Dream Lover – by Shana Gray #2
This was insane. Why was her mother talking to her like that? How did she know what she was doing? Nothing was making any sense right now. She lifted her mouth from the never-ending, breath-stealing kiss and looked at the cell phone.
“Leave me alone, Ma, this is my dream. Not yours.”
Two
Chyna pushed her fingers through thick hair that tickled the inside of her thighs.
Soft pillows cradled her head and the ancient bedsprings creaked under the bouncing weight of her and…
who? She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings.
How the hell did she get here? She didn’t remember leaving the pub.
Or having a room. This was supposed to be a lunch stop on the bus tour.
Holy hell, everything was awfully confusing.
“Aieeee.” Chyna wailed when a warm, wet, insistent tongue plunged into her pussy while firm fingers swirled on her clit. She arched her back and let out an even higher-pitched screech, sure to rattle the old timber rafters. Oh God, this was good. Did he know how to do oral or what?
He? Who the hell was he? Who was this man between her thighs doing things so expertly?
Had she really had so much to drink that she couldn’t remember?
But right now, she didn’t care in the least. She was in her glory and going to lap up every minute of his exquisite torture.
It wasn’t often a man knew what he was doing in lady land and this one was doing it all just right.
His magic tongue, thrilling lips and talented fingers nearly drove her mad.
She tensed her thighs and kept him locked between them.
No way did she want his mouth to lift from her pulsing pussy.
Glorious waves of delight swept through her, bringing her closer to release with every nip and lick.
Just when Chyna expected to crash into an orgasm, he retreated.
Like the waves of the sea, ebbing and flowing, building and heightening until she was a quivering hot mess of desire.
Chyna’s arms flung wide on the bed and her knees dropped open, so she was spread-eagle before him.
She glanced down and a delicious shiver rippled through her at seeing his dark head buried between her milky-white thighs.
Such a contrast, dark against light. Chynawatched, mesmerized as one hand snaked up to grab her breast, his thick fingers playing with her engorged nipple.
An electrical charge crackled through every nerve, along every fiber of her being until her toes curled and fingers splayed, rocketing her to new and glorious heights.
Her head fell back into the array of pillows.
He’d been chowing down for a sweet while now and no way did she want him to stop.
Then he did and she whimpered, bouncing her hips, hoping he’d get the hint and carry on.
“Why did you stop?” Her words were a whisper.
“Ah my lovely, don’t you be worrying your pretty head. I won’t be stopping until you come, and come you will. Hard. No matter how long it takes.”
No way was this a dream. He was so real, so solid, so good, so… “Ahhhh, ya there, right there. Don’t stop.” He found her love button and pulled it between his lips, his tongue flicked the sensitive tip, making her buck like a mustang. He grasped her hips and pushed her back to the mattress.
“Steady there, you wild thing.” The muffled tenor voice reached her ears.
Chyna smiled and could have sworn she purred.
She lifted her head and looked down her torso to the shadowed head between her thighs.
She furrowed her brow, realizing she couldn’t recall what he looked like.
Had she seen his face? Why couldn’t she remember?
Whatever. Time enough for that later. She only hoped he wasn’t a double bagger.
She thought she was thinking her words but was surprised as hell when she heard them out loud. “How on earth can you be so perfect? You’re a dream lover, knowing just what to do, and all I have to do is lie here for you.”
“That’s right, my lovely. Just lie there so you can be fondled and gobbled.” His voice, muffled, came from between her thighs.
Chyna giggled. He spoke so weird and his accent made it all that much stranger. Fondled and gobbled. What a hoot. But that’s just what he was doing and she was loving every lap, suck, and tug of it.
“Carry on then, my good man.” She patted the top of his head in approval.
Chyna relaxed on the comfy bed and sighed, slow, long, and loud.
Her body was abuzz with sensation. She embraced the feelings rushing over her, waiting and longing for the sweet building rush to start again and tip her over.
This fine Irish lad was a miracle worker with his mouth—she couldn’t even imagine what the magic of his cock would be like.
But good lord, she was sure as shooting going to find out.
A thought dawned on her. Irish? When had she come to Ireland?
Chyna scrunched her brows, trying to remember again how she got here.
But before she could sort it all out in her passion-fogged brain, the tongue lapping and parting her pussy lips paralyzed her into a state of pleasure-freeze.
If she moved it might break the spell. A moan slipped from her lips and grew into a deep guttural groan.
So not ladylike, but at this point she didn’t care.
He was working magic between her thighs, nibbling her nether lips and sucking her stiff clit.
God, it felt so huge when he pulled it into his mouth and grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
His thick finger worked inside her pussy, flexing and curling until her ass bounced on the bed.
She felt another finger, then another—oh shit was that three?
four?—inside her? Was he going to fist her?
Holy shit, she didn’t care. Put your whole damn arm in me if you want to!
His other hand kneaded her breast. He was like a friggin’ octopus, hands everywhere! He was too good to be true.
Fire roared in her belly. She opened her eyes and sucked in a breath, glancing down at his bouncing dark head between her thighs.
Thrill upon delicious thrill raced through her and liquefied her into a boiling puddle of passion.
She was boneless and in an erotic craze.
He was the best and she thanked her lucky stars to have found this amazing lover.
She couldn’t have dreamed a better one up. He was perfection.
Dream, is this just a dream? Nah, it couldn’t be, Chyna thought, it was way too real.
His muffled voice reached her ears. “I love how you taste. I could eat you all day. Just like taffy, sticky sweet. Mmmm.” He motorboated her pussy, making her nearly shoot off the mattress with the vibrations.
“We could live off each other for a week, darling.” Those few spoken words were enough to tip her over and when he planted his mouth back on her, she was a goner. Buh-bye. Sayonara.
Her orgasm exploded without warning. She squirted and was sure he’d drown.
All she could envision was him trying to breathe in her gush glory.
But she didn’t have time to be horrified by wetting the bed or drowning him because he dove in for more and worked his hands and mouth in unison, pulling another long and pulsing orgasm from her.
His slurps and moans of delight thrilled her.
She came and came and came as if she’d never come before.
God, he’d need a wetsuit and SCUBA gear if he kept this up.
The glugs and slaps coming from between her thighs would have appalled her under normal conditions. But this wasn’t normal. This was spectacular! She was a coming machine and howled when another fantabulous release exploded like fireworks in the night sky.
She shattered into a million tiny pieces, as though she were jumping to hyperspace like the Millennium Falcon in Star Wars .
She launched clear into a kaleidoscope universe with zooming mini-lights rushing past her, as she leapt to hyper speed.
Chyna couldn’t catch her breath and was all ahead warp ten under his talented mouth until she careened helplessly, hyper-coming endlessly.
Chyna tightened her thighs on his head and gripped so he couldn’t move.
She reached for him, his silky hair sliding through her trembling fingers.
Slowly Chyna came back from her sparkly place of bliss and sagged into the bed, sighing, quivering.
Her body gave little twitches of delight before it all went black.
Three
Hot lips nibbled and worked their way over her belly, up under the swell of her breast. An equally hot tongue lapped over her fevered flesh until it flicked a turgid nipple before finding the other one and tugging on it.
Again?
Wait, was she complaining? Not on your life.
Chyna moaned and gripped the sheets. Could she take more?
She’d been a coming machine and was weak as a baby.
Hell yes, she could take a lot more and wasn’t about to push him away.
She thanked the little Irish leprechaun or fairies or whatever Irish lore had granted her unwished wish and brought this wonderful man into her life.
It dawned on her she hadn’t even touched him yet.
Didn’t know his name. He was still a mystery.
She’d not held his ramrod-hard cock or wrapped her lips around the purple head yet.
In fact, she hadn’t even laid eyes on it.
She had reached for him numerous times, only to have her fingers close on empty air.
His touch eluded her. He seemed just out of reach, and eventually Chyna gave up and let his fingers and mouth do the walking over her.
He would get his turn later, she would make sure of that.
For now, if he wanted to be the giver and she the receiver, it was just fine and dandy with her.