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Saturday, January 29, 2011
One Drop by J. Hali Steele
She’d had the dream for months.
Lynn watched him walk across the noisy bar filled with clinking glasses, paper blow horns, and the drunken strains of Auld Lang Syne. Her body trembled as he approached, not in fear -- in anticipation.
“You knew I’d come for you.”
Weak with desire, one word slipped past her lips, “Please…”
“You belong to me,” he whispered.
Light was blotted out as he bent to cover her mouth with his. The points of his teeth pierced her lip, and he sucked the spot greedily until his tongue nudged for entrance. Lynn opened like a flower, accepting him, tasting the blood he’d licked from her lips.
Sounds from the boisterous crowd slipped away.
When he released her from his embrace, they stood naked in the middle of a large, well-appointed room. Wood blazed in the fireplace and candles glowed from every surface, casting an eerie light over the stone walls. A sumptuous bed rested in one corner, heavy antique furnishings sat around the space. A bottle with no label stood in the middle of a small table, condensation dripped down its sides.
Large hands stroked her back lovingly. “I hate the cold.” Lynn shivered beneath his touch.
“I’ll warm you up.” Blue eyes gazed from a starkly handsome face dusted with dark blond stubble. Hair the same color flowed in waves around his shoulders. “I’ve waited so long to find you again.”
“Again?” She was puzzled. He’d never said that in their dreams before. Snatches of memory flitted through her mind as her fingers explored the solid muscle of his abdomen, touched hard thighs, and caressed his buttocks. She had done this every time. Lynn wanted to grasp his cock, slide the silky skin back and forth.
“You’ll remember soon.” His eyes glowed red as he lifted Lynn in his arms. Carrying her to the bed, he placed her in the middle, and straddled her body. The tip of his erection glistened with drops of cum begging to be licked away. “You always loved sucking my cock.” Slipping down her body, he said, “But tonight, I want to taste you.”
Lynn arched from the bed when his hands pushed at her thighs, opening them for his invasion. His tongue swept the crease of her pussy, taking every drop of liquid that had gathered there. He prodded, and nibbled on her clit, knew just what she wanted and needed. His tongue teased at the opening before he shoved it inside. In and out, he stroked and licked her. Soon his fingers joined his tongue, the noise they made set her body on fire.
“Oh God, Jaron, more.” Her hands pulled at the hair on his head, tugging him tighter between her legs.
He murmured against her pussy, “Ahh, say it again, call my name again.” His tongued drew lazy circles around her clit making her dizzy with desire.
Jaron! Something was different. She’d never used his name in the dream. How did she even know his name? It didn’t matter. What mattered was Lynn needed this man, needed to feel his cock in her pussy. “Don’t make me beg.”
He slid up her body, kneeled between her thighs which spread her legs wider. Positioning the wet tip of his cock at her slick opening, he shoved in to the hilt. His balls bumped her ass, made her scream, “Jaron…Jaron!”
“Again, say it again.”
Her dream lover thrust inside her, over and over. She took it all. Her hips bowed up, seeking more, needing more. The thickness of his cock filled her, touched deep inside her, and stirred an orgasm from the depths of her soul making her pussy convulse and clench around him before sending a torrent of cream sliding around his shaft.
“Oh my love,” he groaned, “I want more.” Pulling his full cock from her, and raising his body, he turned Lynn over. “So much more,” Jaron whispered close to her ear. She felt a warm trickle of liquid down her butt, into the crevice of her ass. “You know what I want.”
Her hands clutched the bed cloths as she strained to look over her shoulder. The thick head of his cock shone with the aromatic oil he’d dribbled over her. Mesmerized, Lynn watched as he jerked the skin back and forth, urging drops of cum from the small slit. Lord, she wanted to feel every inch of him in her ass. “Mmm, yes, I want you there.”
“I know what you want.”
Jaron always said that as he pressed the tip of his oiled cock to the small rosette between her ass cheeks, and eased the head in. One inch, two inches…then, when the muscles relaxed around him, he filled her up.
“Love me, Jaron.”
“I always have, always will.”
He pushed back and forth in her ass, gently at first. Once she picked up his rhythm, he became an animal, pumping in and out of her, taking her closer to orgasm. Lynn loved it, she craved every sweet, thick inch of his cock buried inside her.
“Yes!” She met each stroke by pushing her buttocks firmly back into his groin. One of his hands pressed the middle of her back, held her in place, while the other reached around to knead and play with her clit, coaxing more cream from her. “Jaron, come for me, come now.” His thrust became short, quick, and Lynn knew it wouldn’t be long before she felt him fill her with his seed. When it spurted from him, warmth washed through her as another stream of her cum slid into his hand.
Suddenly, the dream unraveled, became real. Lynn flinched, and sucked in a noisy draft of air as memories spiraled out of control through her mind. Her heart hammered painfully.
Jaron Dugal was her husband.
Lynnette had married him over five hundred years ago. He’d been bitten by a vampyre but refused to change her unless she wanted it. She’d been too afraid, so she refused to become like him -- a creature of the night. By taking a single drop of her blood before she died of old age the first time, each reincarnation, Jaron found her.
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him. “You remembered.” Sadness tinged his voice as he smothered her face with kisses. “I’ve missed you so much this time.”
Staring at the thin red line of tears staining his cheeks and the hair at his temples, love swelled in her heart. Lynn couldn’t do this anymore. She pulled from his arms, and got off the bed. Walking slowly to the table in the center of the room, she reached for the unmarked bottle that was always there.
Opening the top, she poured a single drop onto her finger, and turned to face her husband.
“Lynnette…” Jaron’s eyes pierced her. “It’s not easy to live as I do.”
She sucked the one drop of his powerful essence from her fingertip, “Each time I remember, it hurts too much.” Tears of love welled in her eyes. “I can’t leave you alone this time.”
Jaron opened his arms wide, “Come, my love, I’ll keep you warm forever.”
Author bio: J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings or fangs so she can stay warm, fly or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, since she can’t, she would much rather be roaming where her fictional big cats live—in the high desert of California. She enjoys spending time with her sisters and friends who willingly listen to her ramblings about the paranormal world of vamps, shifters and anything else that goes bump in the night. They’re a captive audience, and she promises to untie them soon!
A multi-published author, when J. Hali’s not writing, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a good book, a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.
You can visit her at www.jhalisteele.com or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/purpleprose. She blogs every Friday at www.paranormalromantics.blogspot.com and she answers ALL emails at firstname.lastname@example.org.