Dreams
Damn! She was good...
JC moaned as the raven-haired temptress gave him a very thorough tongue bath. He didn’t think she’d left one inch of his body untouched. There was something exciting about the texture of her tongue – sort of like sandpaper gently applied along his responsive flesh, like a cat’s tongue. It was strangely erotic, making all his nerve endings quiver.
He wished he could see her face. All he had was a vague impression of incredible green eyes in a beautiful face. Hair was a long, wealth of black silk trailed along his body as her head moved lower, sensual fingers caressing him in a butterfly’s touch.
Then she had arrived at what seemed to be her ultimate destination – his crotch. She softly patted and juggled his sacs as if she gently kneaded them. “Oh, God!” he cried out hoarsely when she plied her talented tongue to those sensitive spheres. He nearly lost it right then – it felt so fucking fantastic!
“Baby, you do this so good,” he muttered his appreciation for her skills. He’d have to make certain she derived as much pleasure as he was being given. She was being exceedingly generous, so could he. He’d better remember to get her phone number before she left his bed. Jeeze, did he even know her name? It sure as hell wasn’t love, but it was going to be one mind-blowing fuck if the foreplay was any indication.
“Honey, let me do something to make you feel this good.” He wasn’t selfish; he wanted to give back what he received.
Forestalling any further comments, she licked the underside of his shaft root to tip. “Shit!” He thrust his hips up. He didn’t know if he could survive this sweet torture. She was too good. She didn’t try to deep throat him. Instead her tongue swirled round and round the crown and silky tip, once in a while pushing the point of her tongue into the slit. She was making him crazy with pleasure. “I... can’t... hold...on!—”
JC jetted seamen over his shaft and thighs. By the time she was finished cleaning him up, he was rock hard again.
Not finished with him, she mounted him, her delectable butt facing him. Ever so slowly, she eased her wet heat around him. She was so damned tight he would have thought her a virgin if her expertise hadn’t given her away. Once he was seated snuggly within her walls, he heard a purring sound of contentment, like she was happy he was big and thick. Bracing her hands on his thighs, she began to move up and down. The tight fit coupled with the hot, little rotating motion of her hips had him unable to hold back a second time.
“Baby, I can’t wait. If I get there before you, I’ll finish you off...” he promised breathlessly. Grabbing her hips, he arched his back to thrust up, nearly unseating her. Damn she was so tiny and fragile! He was afraid he’d break her, but her whimpers and cries didn’t speak of pain.
Feeling her clench and quiver around him, JC knew she was coming with him. “Yeah…oh yeah…” He kept bucking up, faster and faster. He jammed into her one last time. Their cries of completion combined into one, echoing against the walls.
She came to him and curled against him. Clearly hadn’t been just a fuck to her. “My beloved,” she murmured in a husky tone, her green eyes shining with that love. He wanted to drown in those emerald pools.
“I’ve waited my entire life for you,” he told her.
“I’ve been waiting an eternity.”
JC woke to the feel of Nix licking at his neck and bumping her head against his chin affectionately. Her happy purrs were unusually loud in the still room. He was hot and sweaty and lax – as if he had actually had sex. He wondered why he couldn’t remember her face. All he could recall of his dream woman was black hair and green eyes.
He gazed at the contented cat that now sat there licking her paws and swiping her face to clean herself. She looked supremely pleased with herself.
“You look like you could use a cigarette.” He recalled people saying a smoke after sex helped them come down.
Nix emerald eyes blinked as if trying to understand what he had said.
Green eyes and black-hair... No... It couldn’t be... Surely he wasn’t dreaming Nix was a woman. If he was, he had some screws loose. Nix was a cat – albeit a very human cat...
Nix curled up on the pillow beneath his shoulder, her head against the side of his neck. There was something very soothing about her soft fur and loud purr. As large as a pain in the butt she was, she was also a very steadying influence, his one constant.
“Yeah, beautiful, I think you’re pretty great – but you are a cat.” He said the last piece to reaffirm the fact in his own mind.
Nix nuzzled his ear as if to protest, then settled back to sleep.
The dream came nearly every night. The mystery lover was generous and playful. She loved to take him to the brink then back off to make him crazy. When he finally came it was powerful and mind blowing. She would come to his arms to nuzzle and comfort him. Her big green eyes sad, as if she had to tell him something.
In a panic one night, he questioned her since they rarely spoke. “Are you leaving me?”
“No, my beloved, I am yours.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I need you to find me.”
“Find you? You’re right here.”
“I need you to see me.”
“I see you.”
“Do you? Who am I?”
JC couldn’t understand what she meant. She was a riddle.
In some dreams he was not even JC. He was somewhere in the past. It didn’t matter as long as she came to him. The sex became less important – as his heart took her in. Holding her in his arms was enough. Every night without fail she came and every night without fail she grew sadder.
“Who am I?” she would ask him.
And JC didn’t know.