Friends and lovers

I've known Chance since we were children. We were practically brother and sister. We were so close that I acted as second "best man" at his wedding, and held his hand during his divorce proceedings. We even lived about a mile apart from each other. He and his brother were always in my life. They called us the three musketeers, but it was Chance to whom I was drawn closer. He was my absolute best friend! I even cried on his shoulder as I told him about my first, and according to me, last sexual act. I swore to him that I would never do it again; but he just laughed. He told me that time would tell and that I would one day want that closeness between a man and a woman. I said nothing, but snuggled deeper into his arms, grateful for the closeness that existed between us.

So it was really no surprise to me when I came home to start my vacation one Friday and saw Chance sitting on my couch, staring at nothing. When I asked him what was wrong, he just sadly shook his head. Later, after I had coaxed some lunch into him, the whole story came out.

It seemed that a friend of his, a fellow physician, had had a heart attack right in his office. Even after administering CPR, Chance hadn't been able to save his friend.

Chance was a wonderful neurosurgeon, but he always took death hard.

As he rested his head on my shoulder, I decided what I would do with my vacation.

"Fishing?" Chance exclaimed as his ebony eyebrows shot up, almost touching the ebony waves that lay on his forehead. The one thing that I have always loved about Chance is his non-conformist attitude.

He wore his locks in a long ponytail down his back. His emerald eyes stared indignantly at me. "I think that sniffing all those paint fumes finally cooked your brain," he teased. "I should know!" he said, making references to my job as a graphics artist and his own practice.

But I convinced him that fishing would get his mind off things. So after a quick stop at his apartment for a change of clothing, we were on our way.

I knew of a cabin that we could use as a base of operations, owned by a friend of mine. I often used it to relax so I could draw the scenery that had made my artwork so famous. It was secluded and private, therefore perfect for our needs.

Once Chance changed into his tight denims and flannel shirt, we were ready to go. We hiked to the lake, sank our lines, and began talking about our lives.

He had yet to get into another relationship with anyone after his divorce, saying that it hurt too much, and I was still hurting from my own encounter so many years ago.

We were so into our conversation that we didn't notice the storm until it was upon us. Quickly we grabbed what equipment we could carry and raced back to the cabin, dashing through a downpour of cold water.

By the time we reached our sanctuary, we were soaked to the skin. Chance, playing the doctor, told me to get out of my wet clothes while he started a fire in the enormous fireplace that dominated the small living area of the three room cabin. Protesting that I had no other clothes to change into, Chance insisted that we share the set he had originally arrived in. I would get the white dress shirt and he would wear the tailored black dress pants. After a hesitant nod, I went into the bedroom to change.

I never before realized how large Chance really was. His shirt fell to my knees and the sleeves hung well below my fingertips. At five feet nine inches, it is hard to make me feel small, but that's how I felt at the moment. After a pause to control my thoughts, the cold of my damp skin drove me back to the living room where Chance had a toasty fire going.

"Guess what, Paint Lady?" he asked as he walked into the room from the front pouch. "It's flooded out there and we will probably be here for the night."

Any apologies I could have made were stuck in my throat as he walked towards me. The flames of the fire turned his body into a mass of planes and shadows.

I had not fully realized how developed he was. I knew he exercised regularly to relieve the stress of his job, but his body seemed to be sheer perfection because of the workouts. The artist in me wanted to look, but the woman in me wanted to touch.

"Chance!" I gasped. "You are perfection."

He blushed to the roots of his shiny wet hair. Embarrassed, I looked down, but that only gave me a better view of the whorls of soft black hair that led to the top of his damp clinging pants. The damp cotton outlined his muscular thighs and the bulging knot between his legs. Even his feet were beautiful, fine boned and arched with just a little hair on the knuckles. Collecting my wayward thoughts, I turned and made my way to the large couch that sat in front of the fireplace.

Unknown to me, Chance had read every expression on my face from lust to shame and quickly put two and two together. Striding to the couch, he pulled me onto his lap.

"It's okay baby," he whispered "Sometimes we have to see each other as man and woman."

He began to rub my back to comfort me. Warmth ran over my body from his hands and his hard thighs and reminded me that I wore no underwear. I moaned lightly and turned my face into my favorite spot under his chin, and remembered how I always snuggled into him for comfort. Only now, his touch wasn't comforting at all.

I could smell his spicy cologne mixed with his special scent. Softly I groaned as his murmur to me rumbled in my ear and vibrated through his chest. I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands over his chest and copper colored nipples.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned and shoved his hands into my hair. "Please," he whispered as he led my head to his right nipple.

Like a hungry child, I lapped at it before taking the whole thing into my mouth, nipping and licking. His hands ran under my shirt and up my thighs. He groaned as he realized that I wore no panties and his hands started shaking.

"Baby," he moaned. "I don't want to hurt you. Please be sure. I don't want to make you hate me."

My answer was to straddle his lap and slowly unbutton the shirt and let it drop from my body. His mouth dropped. "Never have I seen such beauty," he groaned as he lowered me to the couch. "I have to taste."

He attached himself to my nipple. I whimpered as feelings never before felt centered in my lower regions. His hands made me all the more hot as he stroked and massaged my inner thighs, coming closer to my center but never touching. His mouth was replaced at my breast with his strong capable hands as his lips traveled down my straining body. He lowered me to the couch, whispering softly. His soft, moist lips paused briefly at my navel, then continued on to my mound. There he softly blew warm breath as his hands massaged down the wet trail left by his tongue, down thighs and finally to part my neither lips. His head dipped lower as he took a long loving taste. My body arched up towards his mouth as all traces of gentleness left him. He groaned and buried his face into my hot pulsating self. He licked and nipped at my pleasure pearl, sending my blood soaring higher, causing me to shriek his name over and over. At my response, he growled and thrust one finger deep inside. I felt as if struck by lighting as flashes of heat flew to all parts of my body, then back to the spot he suckled.

"Come, baby!" he rasped. "Give me all your beautiful juices. Let go!"

His words inflamed my senses as his hands and beautiful mouth drove me to the brink. He growled low and another finger joined the first, pushing, pumping into me. I could hold on no longer. I arched by back and screamed to the top of my voice as my inner muscles clenched around his fingers. The more he pushed, the longer they continued, until I could only gasp as convulsions racked my body. After my third explosion, I became aware that his sparkling green eyes eyed me longingly as he licked my juices off his lips. I still felt like I was missing something. He seemed to know this because he ran his hands over my body, never letting the sensations completely stop.

"Baby," he began, "I don't want to scare you. I'm quite large and you're so small. I don't want to hurt you."

"Please Chance," I begged, tears of frustration running down my face. "I need you."

His eyes flashed like green fire as he dropped his pants.

My eyes widened. He was built in equine proportions. His large member throbbed in the firelight and I unconsciously spread my legs wider to allow him access. He smiled as he reached for his wallet on a nearby end table and pulled out the necessary sheath.

"Touch me, baby," he whispered low and huskily. "Feel me."

Slowly and in awe, I ran my hands over his long thick rod. I could barely circle him with my hand. Then unbelievably, it grew longer and thicker. It felt like molten steel covered in the softest of velvet. With a wanton groan, I pulled him closer and peppered it with kisses, painting pictures on the head with my tongue. He moaned as he held my head and slowly pushed himself into my mouth. He expertly controlled how much I took, never giving me too much, and I knew he was an expert when it came to controlling his magnificence.

"The condom!" he growled finally as he quickly pulled away from my hungry mouth.

His hands were all over my body, making the fire burn higher as I groped for the tiny packet. I ripped open the package and rolled the protection on, the heat between my legs burning, scorching.

He raised my legs over his arms, lifted to a kneeling position and slid into my now drenched body. I was so far gone, lost in sensuality, that I could only plead for him to continue.

Slowly he filled me. Oh God how he filled me, stopping every few seconds to let me adjust to his girth.

"More!" I commanded when he was about halfway in.

"I don't want to hurt you, baby," he growled, sweat pouring off his forehead, making his beautiful body glisten.

I insisted by putting my hands on his tight bottom and pulling. Slowly more of him slid in until he reached the hilt. Just as his tip touched the top of the vault of my womanhood, I screamed my climax, my body convulsing around his steel.

Then he began to move, a look of awe on his face.

"No one ever…" he began, but gave up as I went wild beneath him, clawing and scratching and pulling on his taut behind. Each thrust brought on another climax until my body was one shuddering organ.

His thrusts became less gentle as he pushed my legs straight up and began to pound me, stealing my breath, my soul, with every thrust. I felt his testicles slapping against my behind and that sent me off again. It seemed that he growled and pounded me senseless for hours. I lost count of my climaxes as he pulled out to the tip and slammed into me one last time. I lost consciousness. The last thing I remember was him shouting my name as he gave himself up to the milking my body gave.

When I returned to myself, Chance was gently washing my body with warm water and a soft hanky. I groaned as he bathed my tender swollen parts gently.

"I'm sorry I lost control," he began. "But no other woman could take all of me the way you did. And you felt so damn hot and wet and good... So I…"

I cut him off. "Chance," I whispered, because my throat was sore from all the yelling. "I have never felt anything like that before in my life. I'll forgive you if you do it again. I love your largeness. I long for your passion."

Slowly a blush ran up his cheeks as he lowered his head in embarrassment.

After he recovered himself, he finished bathing my body and rubbed life back into my aching limbs. Then he settled me once again on that couch before the fire and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He knelt and began worshipping at the altar of my womanhood with heavenly kisses and practiced knowing licks; his hand and mouth a sacrifice for my pleasure.

All through the long night, he loved me first with his hands and mouth, then with his magnificent manhood that he swore only I could take and master. The next day, as soon as the water receded, we headed to his apartment where he carried me inside and we started the whole rite again.

Chance showed me that I truly had to experience something before I judged, and in return, I gave him confidence in his manhood. Together we taught each other that friends make the best lovers.

War Love

For Norm

Lost in the jungle, the last thing I expected to see was a stone shrine.

The Amazon had always fascinated me, called to me. So earlier in the day, I left my colleagues behind and decided to hike out on my own. I had only walked a few yards when the foliage closed in around me and I knew that I was lost.

Walking on for hours, I hoped to find one of the friendly tribes of natives that often acted as our tour guides. I saw nothing but the deep greens and reds of the steamy jungle. You can imagine my shock when the temple just appeared out of a break in the trees.

Before I could take another step, a voice shouted out to me in an unfamiliar dialect.

Soon I was surrounded by a group of ferocious looking natives. They seemed to me to be warriors because of large spears that they carried and the war paint that smeared their faces.

One grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the temple. Roughly he pushed me inside a small stone doorway and into a large room. Before I could open my mouth to utter a protest, I was shoved to my knees amid piles of fragrant leaves and dried flower petals. In the darkness of the room, I could barely make out a form sitting on a stone throne.

"Who dares invade my sacred place?" a deep voice boomed in a dialect that I understood. Once again, one of the warriors grabbed me, this time by the hair, and jerked my head back so that I could see the man who had spoken.

Tall and muscled with deep bronze skin and long dark hair, this man was a warrior's warrior. I stared mesmerized by his black eyes as he examined me from the top of my now mused hair to the bottom of my worn hiking boots. He wore only an animal skin breechcloth over a body that seemed to be hewn out of stone.

"I..." I started, but was cut off.

"No one speaks without my permission!" Then softer, "So the gods sent you for the fertility ceremony. She is unusual, but the gods have decreed it to be so."

He again lazily examined my body, but this time with heated eyes and a slight sensual curve to his full lips.

"Prepare her!" he commanded, and the warrior pulled me from the room, followed closely by his comrades at arms.

In a smaller chamber, the men stripped my clothes from my protesting body. No matter how I begged and pleaded with them, they continued with the task they were instructed to perform.

One tall well-made man pulled me into an almost scalding bubbling pool. There he held me, arms outstretched, while another tall and disturbingly naked man gently soaped and rinsed my quivering body. Starting with my face, he ran a soft natural sponge over my features, washing away travel grime and sweat. Despite the circumstances, I sighed at the heavenly feeling of having my face cleaned. But he did not stop there. He washed and massaged my aching shoulders and neck. With his bare hands, he stroked my breasts in such a way that a gasp was torn from my wet lips. He smiled as his hands traveled down to the delta of curls between my legs.

I was shocked. But even more shocking was the fact that I spread my legs wide and let those skilled fingers work on me. He duly cleaned and pleasured me so that the warrior holding me was now mainly for support, so weak my knees had become. I moaned and arched my back as his magical fingers stoked and gently tugged at my clitoris. His knowing fingers circled and rubbed me and I could almost feel spasms that approached.

But before I reached my peak, all movements of his hands and fingers ceased. I was carefully rinsed and carried into another chamber.

Once there, they laid me on my stomach on a table cushioned with animal skins and two more men stepped up. At once, they poured warm scented oil onto my back and began a sensual massage. Those large fingers slowly oiled every inch of my back.

Even the cheeks of my bottom were spread and oiled, which made me a bit nervous, but the delicious sensations they were creating soon washed away any fears. I moaned as they continued down my legs to my feet where each individual toe was given special attention and stroked into a blissful state of relaxation.

I was flipped, and the front of my body was given the same sinfully pleasurable experience, only this time, they paid close attention to my breasts. Each was teased and tormented by the drizzling of the almost hot oil. They took pains to avoid my hard and straining nipples as they rubbed that slick balm into my thirsty skin. I arched against their teasing hands, but the two who bathed me held me down on the table.

Finally they, as one, reached out and gently tugged and rolled my diamond hard nipples. I could not hold back a cry of delight and agony as their fingers pulled and oiled those peaks of pleasure. And almost as soon as they started, they stopped, leaving me feeling bereft and wanting.

Then their skilled fingers reached the flower of my womanhood. I was soon writhing in ecstasy as my human bindings spread my legs and the oiled fingers of my masseuses touched my hot core. Those scorching fingers parted my nether lips while a stream of that now burning hot oil was poured directly onto my pleasure pearl. I cried out in anguished ecstasy and fought against my captors; only to be held still as my tormentors continued dispensing this spectacular pleasure.

The petals of my womanhood were delicately massaged until I could feel my own juices mingling with the oil. My clitoris was unhooded and tenderly anointed with more of this oil. Strong fingers parted me and my inner walls were also treated with this warm slippery substance.

My keening wails filled the room as I felt a wave of release approaching, but again, they ceased, leaving me bereft and wanting. Once again I was carried into another chamber.

This room was different from the others. There were scented and primitive candles circling the stone walls and several animal skins, leopard and jaguar, piled high on a passive pedestal of an altar. The sight as well as the smell of the flower petals that were strewn across the furs and on the stone floor entranced me. In the background, a drum pounded out a primitive beat. I could feel my blood pound in harmony to its addictive cadence.

Gently, I was laid upon the sinfully silky pedestal and four heavily oiled muscular warriors strode fourth, each taking position at the corners of the enormous bed.

At some unspoken signal, they each took a limb and began to nip and lick at my oversensitive fingers and toes. I moaned and struggled to retain some small hold on my sanity, for their rough licking tongues and hot sucking mouths were driving me insane with passion. I jerked in surprise as their greedy mouths continued inward, heading towards the core of my body.

"What is happening?" I managed to gasp out between panting breaths. "What are you doing to me?"

"They are preparing you for my arrival," a deep voice rasped.

I managed to turn my head towards the sound and was most surprised to see the warrior prince standing there, observing me. So lost in the pleasurable sensations the others wrought within my body, I had not noticed him entering the room. I could only moan in response as the combination the warriors' touch coupled with the deep voice of the prince evoked my darkest desires.

Silently, the warriors melted into the background. Chanting under his breath, the prince slowly pulled his lion cloth from his body. Intricate designs were painted in black on his massive chest and I saw the flash of a small spear tattoo shimmering on his inner thigh, pointing the way to his heavily oiled manhood.

At the sight of me, his great member rose beyond his navel, and he gave me another wicked grin.

Climbing onto the top of the platform, he took his impressive masculinity in hand and began to stroke it with the slippery oil that coated his body. It glistened and all but glowed in the candlelight.

Moaning softly, he bent his large body above my head.

"The gods decree that we mate," he said. "Submit yourself to my pleasure and together let us satisfy the cravings of our bodies."

With that, like some large jungle cat, he crawled down my body, gifting me with the sizzling smooth glide of his heated skin against mine as he positioned himself between my wide spread legs. He inhaled deeply of my woman's scent, then lowered his head to nibble at my already engorged labia.

"Good," he murmured against my hot flesh. "They have prepared you well."

My body arched as he gripped my hips with his large hands and thrust his tongue inside my body.

Instinct took over as my body thrashed under the onslaught of his tongue. Almost mindless with need, I took his heavily oiled tumescence into my mouth and drew on it for all that I was worth. I needed to return this pleasure in order to make mine complete.

He groaned loudly, the vibrations of it making my flesh tremble as he greedily, yet gently, pumped my mouth. He eagerly returned the favor by using his rough fingers to unsheathe my womanhood and take the whole pearl into his hot, so burning hot, mouth. Almost immediately, I was lost in a powerful climax as I relished the feel and taste of him. I could feel him drinking and slurping my juices and still it was not enough.

Suddenly he pulled away from my hungry mouth with a groan, and turned. Once he faced me, I could see his eyes narrow into tiny ebony slits just before he thrust his rock hard manhood into my quivering body.

"Yes!" I screamed, as wave after wave of fire scorched my body and heated me to the boiling point.

The drums pounded faster, keeping the rhythm with our straining bodies, as we slipped and slid together on the furs. I clutched handfuls of his velvety hair as he lifted and latched onto first one, then the other straining nipple. The room spun. He thrust into me like some sex-starved wild animal. I felt my inner muscles clenching and tightening onto his man-root in preparation for a mind-blowing climax. I knew he would have never fit inside me if we both hadn't been well oiled and aroused to the point of insanity.

He released my nipple with a loud groan, tossed back his head and shouted in some savage language. I felt his manhood swell impossibly large inside me, and then I felt him explode.

The sight and sound of his climax caused my own release to rip through my body, leaving me senseless and drained.

As he settled his big warm body gently atop of mine, I heard the drums finally cease and calm descended into the room.

"Sleep now," his deep voice crooned gently. "Sleep, content that you have fulfilled you part," he whispered, and I wearily closed my eyes, snuggling deeper into his comforting soothing heat.

When I awoke, members of my party surrounded me. It seemed that I was discovered dressed and unconscious a few feet from our base camp.

They decided that I had been on my way back to the camp when I fell and struck my head. I said nothing as I was helped to my tent, keeping my own council.

I never told them what had happened to me. But unknown to them, I now sported a small tattoo of a spear on my inner thigh. I discovered it while resting alone in my tent, questioning my sanity. Had I dreamed the whole thing up?

No, the tattoo was proof. I smiled as I ran my finger over the raised edge of it, a small memento from my warrior prince.

That year, there was a surprising jump in the population of the natives that inhabited the region that we were studying.

Funny, but it did not surprise me at all.

Cue Stick

For Lori

"Eight ball in the side pocket!"

I lined up my shot, took careful aim and grinned at the feel of the smooth hard wood sliding through my hands.

"That's impossible!" Craig pointed out, pointing to the round black ball blocked from the pocket by a brightly colored red ball. "There is no way you can sink that!"

"What do I get if I do?" I asked, a sudden gleam coming into my eyes.

"The same thing you get if you miss," he said as he sauntered around behind me and whispered into my ear.

"Why Mr. White Fox," I feigned surprise. "Whatever are you suggesting?"

"Only what you have been hinting at since you followed me in here, little girl," he said as he ran one rough finger across the soft skin of my shoulder.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," I said, all prim and proper. "I just came in here for a little recreational sport."

"Bar's closed, little girl. There is only one reason for you to be in here alone with me now. You're in heat and looking for some action."

His black eyes bore into mine and for a moment, I felt a delicious fear shoot through my veins. But instead of giving any emotions away, I stood up from my bent over position and examined the man that I had known and wanted for the past few months.

Craig White Fox had the longest, silkiest hair that I had ever seen. It hung in soft waves to his waist, mesmerizing the eyes as it swayed with his every step. Now that glorious mane of hair was pulled back into a tail at his nape, but it's beauty still shone through.

He had classic Native American features that glorified his Crow ancestry – the high chiseled cheekbones and the strong granite chin. Long charcoal eyelashes framed eyes that were stunning in their intensity. And the body was classic Greek god!

Craig was about 6'3" and as solid as the Rocky Mountains! His shoulders were a broad expanse that seemed to blot out the light as he stood over me. His simple white T-shirt was tucked into a pair of thigh hugging black jeans, exposing the hard muscles there while gently cupping his tight firm rear. His waist was tiny and I could count each of the washboard muscles in his stomach through that blessedly tight shirt.

"You obviously like what you see, baby cakes," I replied. "You're not kicking me out."

"Make your shot, little girl," he said, backing up a bit. But I could still see the fire of desire that leapt into his eyes a moment before he was able to bank it. "Then leave. It's much too dangerous in here for you."

"I love danger," I sneered as I again bent over the green felt covered table. "I can handle anything you dish out."

He sucked in a deep breath as I leaned very far over the table to the point where my nose was almost touching the felt. I knew that the tiny little skirt that I wore had just eased up high enough to expose my skimpy panties.

"But if you are afraid..."

"I can handle anything that you can dish out, little girl," he snapped as he stalked around the table to face me. His movements had gotten a bit stiff and I knew that I was affecting him by the sudden bulge between his thighs.

"Really?" I drawled as I slid the cue stick through my fingers a few times. I raised my upper body a bit so that the sleeveless shell I wore gapped open and gave him a peek of my unfettered breasts. "Somehow I doubt that."

He didn't answer. He couldn't. His eyes were glued to the front of my shirt.

"So what do I get if I sink this puppy," I purred, my eyes on the growing bulge between his legs and not at all on the ball of contention.

"The satisfaction of coming out on top?" he asked, tearing his eyes away from me, suddenly finding the table a lot more interesting.

"Coming on top?" I asked, a wicked grin on my lips. "Sounds good to me."

"Little girl…" he growled in warning.

"Not so little," I responded, shifting my weight, letting my breasts brush against the long hard stick. "Otherwise you wouldn't have started this game with me."

He grunted in reply and leaned one hip against the table, watching me.

"You know what I want?" he asked, his voice getting deeper, huskier.

"Do you know what I need?" I countered, slowly licking my suddenly dry lips.

"I know what you need, baby," he replied. "But are you going to put up or are you just a little tease?"

Grinning up at him, I dropped the cue stick on the table and reached under my tiny denim skirt. With a shift and a tug, my tiny little panties fell to the ground and I stepped out of them. I reached down, picked up the bit of lace and silk and placed it on the table, the white color contrasting sharply against the green felt. I looked up at him, defiance in my gaze.

"I guess you're serious," he breathed as he looked at that tiny scrap of cloth.

"Damn straight," I said, eyes gleaming with anticipation as I gauged his reaction.

"I guess I had better put up or shut up then," he said before he whipped his shirt over his head and let it fall to the table. "I can't exactly pull off my undies, so I guess that this will do."

"Very nice," I choked out as I stared at his large hairless chest. I clenched my hands into fists, fighting the urge to forget the game and start stroking all of the exposed bronze flesh. My eyes traveled the length of it, centering in the tiny trail of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

"Make your shot," he purred as he slowly began to stalk around the table.

Dragging my attention back to the game, I again lined up my shot. "Eight ball in the side pocket," I said again as I prayed that I would sink this one.

I drew back my stick and shuddered at the feel of the smooth wood gliding between my fingers. Would he be as smooth, just as hard with a supple giving feel? Would he moan and shudder if I...

"What are you doing?" I asked as I felt his hands on my bare bottom.

"Playing for keeps?" he asked as his work-roughened hands caressed and stroked my bottom.

I tried to stand, but one large hand pressed down on my back, holding me in place.

"Concentrate on your shot, little girl," he urged as the fingers of his other hand began to tiptoe down the crease of my bottom.

I jumped a little at this, but gave in to the delicious sensations that were now filling me. With a small shudder, I bent over a little more, granting him easier access to all of my secrets, and I hid a smile as he groaned in reaction.

"Eight ball," I sighed again. "Eight ball in the pocket."

I felt him lean over me, pressing me back against the rough material of his jeans as his hand reached around and continued this journey of discovery.

The hard feel of his jeans excited me, thrilled me, and aroused me as much as his fingers as my bottom pressed against his hardness. His fingers gently slid down to my lower lips, outlining my heat, making me writhe and whimper, wanting more.

"In the pocket, little girl," he purred against my ear, and he enveloped my frame with his considerably bigger one. As he slid forward, his long tail of hair fell down over his shoulders to land softly against the bare skin of my shoulders. It draped, a slack silken curtain, across my tense arm and onto the table. The sight mesmerized me.

I bit my lip to stop a ringing cry of pleasure as his finger began to lightly circle my clitoris, barely touching it.

"You don't play fair!" I panted as my arms began to tremble.

"I play for keeps!" he breathed in my ear before he slammed two fingers deep inside my clasping hot wetness.

"Craig!" I cried as my body began to tremble out of my control.

"Make the shot," he urged as his other hand slid from my back to cup my full breast in his palm.

My nipples exploded into his hand as he gently circled them. He seemed to know what he was doing, dragging the slippery material of my shell across my turgid flesh, teasing me and making me quake with need.

Closing my eyes, I fought the overwhelming need to give in to the pleasure, to drop the cue and let his hardness fill the void within me! But would that be any fun? It would be too easy, and if there is one thing that I'm not, it's easy!

Straightening my arms, I inhaled a deep breath and took my shot!

"Watch the ball," I crooned, drawing his attention to the game and to my hands as I expertly handled the stick. In a smooth motion, I drew back the cue, barely controlling my shudder as it brushed against my breast and slid through my hand. Using precise strength, I tightened up on the thick handle, exhaled, and sharply struck the little white cue ball, keeping it in my control.

Craig sucked in his breath as he watched the cue ball strike and the eight ball sore up into the air. It deftly leapt over the blocking balls and neatly dropped into the pocket that I had called.

"Nothing but net," I purred as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Think you're slick, little girl?" he asked as he pulled me up to a standing position, directing me upright with that hand that still cupped my breast.

"I am a master of the stick," I smirked, still relishing the feel of his fingers in me as they slid back and hit nerve endings that I never knew I had.

"You are, are you?" he asked. He slipped his fingers out of me.

I moaned a little in disappointment, but sucked in a deep breath as he pulled me flush against his front. I could feel the heat of his arousal burning my bare back side, even between the barriers of cloth that we both still wore.

"Can you master this stick, little girl?" He grasped my shoulders and turned me to face him.

I had never seen him look so wild! His black eyes flashed at me, his face was drawn tight and flushed with his rising ardor.

"Try me," I whispered as I raised my hands and ripped the tie from his hair, letting the black waterfall flow freely about his shoulders. "Beautiful."

He looked so wild and savage, standing here, his face a mask of tension, his bared chest moving rhythmically, slowly in and out.

I fought hard to hide my reaction, but I was sure that any minute now, my reactions were going to start running down my leg!

I had never been so aroused before! His attitude, his body, his very presence had a startling effect on my libido! I knew my nipples were hard and straining against my shirt, drawing his hot gaze. My breath was screaming through my parted lips and I could feel my eyes haze over in passion.

"Thanks for the invitation, little one, but permission is not required."

That said, he grasped my waist between his hands and lifted me to the edge of the table.

My skirt billowed out around me and framed my thighs as he parted them and stepped in between.

"You like sticks, do you?" He grabbed the cue from where it rested on the table behind me.

Holy Shit! What was he going to do with that? My mind raced through the possible uses of a cue stick in foreplay, and then my brain went numb!

Slipping the stick between us, he slowly rolled it against my bare thigh. It was smooth and hard, but now it was growing warm with my body heat.

"Trust me?" he asked as he switched legs and caressed my other thigh with that piece of wood.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't!" I gasped as he drew the hardness close to my softness.

"Really?" He rested the stick against my leg and his hands reached for my shell.

With steady hands, he slowly drew the shirt over my head. I trembled as its silken touch caressed my nipples and the sensitive skin of my neck. As it fluttered somewhere, lost from my view, I looked up at him and found him gazing intensely at my breasts.

"You are the color of fresh mountain berries," he said as he cupped each breast in a hard palm.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. His thumbs circled and pressed against me.

"Like that?" he asked, his voice deep and even.

"Yes," I hissed, bringing my hands up to grip his shoulders. The feel of his hot skin surprised me, but then, the man was good at generating heat.

He smiled at me, showing most of his strong white teeth before he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

I crooned and groaned and tried to pull him closer as his heat enveloped my flesh. With his wet tongue, he pressed me to the roof of his mouth while sucking gently. He growled his appreciation of my taste and his hands dropped around my waist to pull me closer to him.

My hands fisted in his hair, shifting the long strands through my fingers as I forced his head closer still, to make him give me this pleasure.

I nearly wept in satisfaction as his other hand reached up and began to cup and to tease at my breast. His heat was incredible, and like a moth to the flame, I was drawn to want more!

Gripping his face in my hands, I forced him away from the sensitive mounds my breasts had become and forced his lips to mine!

His lips were soft and wet and swollen. I lapped at him with my tongue, taking in just a little of the taste of his musky flavor. I raised my head and smiled at his parted lips, how they glistened with the wet trail that I placed there, how they fought to bring air into his starved lungs. Wanting more, I coaxed his tongue out of hiding, nibbling at it, sucking it deep into my own mouth, pretending that it was the head of his rod and savoring it's texture.

"You are hot," I whispered as my lips placed small teasing kisses upon his.

"And getting hotter," he said. He ground his mouth against mine. Running his fingers through my hair, he grasped a handful at my nape and pulled my head backwards. He took long slow licks at my neck and shoulders, making a damp trail down to my breasts and taking my other deprived nipple into his mouth.

"That feels ... good," I gasped. I again gripped his shoulders for balance. I was in a precarious position on the table ledge, holding him for balance and trying not to let my quivering bottom ride me off the edge!

But then his hands released me and I felt him reach for that stick.

With a wicked grin, he centered it on the floor in that small space between us and pressed the wood between my breasts. I squirmed at the warmth that it picked up while sandwiched between our bodies.

What was he doing? I looked up at him, a question in my eyes.

"Ever hear of a wooden pony?"

That was all he said before that stick was pressed gently, yet firmly, against my weeping woman's center.

"Oh GOD!" I cried as he dropped to his knees before me and lapped at my flesh forced outward by the pressure of the stick.

My knees began to tremble and the solid steady pressure of the smooth wood teased me more than anything that had ever been done to me before!

"Craig?" I whimpered. I sucked in a deep breath as he flicked his hair over my exposed center.

"I want to smell like you," he growled. "I want to have the memory of you on my body. I want us both to be covered in sex, little girl. Can you handle that?"

"Yes!" I nearly screamed! His words coupled with what he was doing with the cue stick made it impossible to say no!

"Good," he murmured as he twirled his hair around me, making me grope at the table for balance as my legs clapped around his hard body.

Then he began to twirl that stick!

"Oh Shit!" I screamed as the wood, wet with my juices, slithered on my clitoris, massaging it and my nether lips. Suddenly his tongue was there, licking and stabbing at me, lapping at my flowing dew, tasting all that I was. Electric waves of delicious pressure built up in me. His free hand climbed up my chest to rub the silky texture of his hair against my nipples. I felt myself forced upwards. My back began to inch close to the table. I felt my arms giving way and felt him move even closer as my new position granted him more access.

"Divine," he murmured. He gently took my lower lips between his teeth and nibbled softly. "You taste so damn good!"

"More," I moaned. I dropped backwards on the fuzzy green felt and grabbed for his head. Using handfuls of his hair, I pulled him closer to the center of my heat. I felt myself sliding away! As I open my eyes, I saw the pool table light glow brighter and brighter and felt a scream building inside as my legs began to tremble with the force of the bolts of desire pulsing through them! Then I reached a place where everything was silent, where I no longer felt the felt against my skin or my skirt resting against the skin of my stomach. All I felt was his tongue, and his lips, and that now rapidly rotating wood! The ball of light grew until I was in its center, my flesh searing hot and burning as fire licked at my loins.

Then all sensations merged into pleasure as I slipped over the edge! Tremors wracked my body as I felt myself clamping uncontrollably. Ripples spread across my body in ever widening circles, sucking me into a vortex of body rending emotions, replete but by no means satisfied.

I took no time to catch my breath! Sitting up, I grabbed the stick and tossed it across the room! With a grumbling cry, I latched onto his hair and pulled him up my body.

We both moaned at the feel of his naked chest rubbing against my oversensitive skin, but I wanted more of him. His hair drooped down like a curtain, shielding us from the world as I took his lips in a kiss of thanksgiving!

He tasted like me! He tasted like me and sex and that undeniable male flavor wit which all men seem to be born. He smelled of musk and unfulfilled desire.

He rested on his elbows above me and his deep dark eyes, dilated with arousal, bore into mine.

"We're not done," he whispered. I felt his hard cock straining against his jeans, begging for my attention.

"Of course not!" I breathed, my own voice low and needy.

In a move that surprised him, I quickly flipped him over on the table. With one arm, I swiped the remaining balls out of my way and rose to my knees above him.

"My turn!"

With the hunger of a starving mountain lion, I dove for the fastenings of his jeans, ripping his button free and trembling with anticipation, easing his zipper down carefully so I wouldn't risk catching him in the metal teeth and ending all of my fun.

He wore no underwear.

Thrilled by his little surprise, I looked up and caught him leering at me. With his hands behind his head and his hair spread out like a blanket beneath him, he looked to be calm and cool, but what I felt beneath my hands told a different story.

"Up!" I ordered, and without a word, he lifted his hips, making it easy for me to ease his jeans down past his hips, baring his bottom to the velvety kiss of the felt and his masculine tool to my hungry gaze.

He was large – large and perfectly formed. His butter soft skin was a deep bronze color while his large heart-shaped head was the deepest of reds. As I watched, a small clear drop beaded on its tip, proving to me how very close he was to release.

"I won the game," I said to him as I rode high and proud across his thighs.

"So you did," he replied, looking at my bare breasts as they bobbed above him.

"Therefore I get to claim my prize now," I cheerfully informed him, before I eased off of the table.

"What prize do you claim?" he asked, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Your full cooperation in whatever I want to do to you," I replied before I bent low and took him into my mouth.

He tasted a little bit salty and a lot like Craig, wild and untamable. I felt him tense beneath me as my hands gripped his waist to hold him still.

"I won't hurt you," I crooned as I popped him out of my mouth and licked him like a lollipop. "Don't be afraid."

"I can take anything you dish out, little girl," he snorted, then sucked in a deep breath as I sucked him to the back of my throat and raised one hand to grip him at his base.

I felt his big body began to tremble and sweat as I forced extreme pleasure on him. I made a circle of my thumb and forefinger, created a tight ring around the base of his cock and began to work him with my hand.

Now he was swearing softly, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he fought the overwhelming need to let go. But I had more planned for him.

As his hips began to lift, offering himself more deeply for my heated caresses, I slipped my other hand from around his waist and cupped his bottom.

He jumped at this, but let out a deep groan as I began to squeeze this firm flesh. Craig White Fox had one hell of an ass and I enjoyed each wiggle of his rounded bottom as I caressed him at will!

He wasn't the only one jumping! I felt my body begin to melt with need. What I was doing was so erotic to me, so naughty and playful, that my heart began to race, and I reveled in it!

My nipples, painfully hard, brushed against firm muscles of his thighs. Each little movement caressed my swollen skin, sending a message of hunger to my lush femininity. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together, trying to appease this ache just a little while I drove him mad!

When he began to buck beneath my attentions, and when his hands reached above his head to grip the ledge behind him, I ran one finger down the center seam of his buttocks. As I pressed against the tight puckered ring, an area so rich in nerve endings, he closed his eyes in unholy pleasure and began curing like a sailor.

Chuckling low in my throat, I let my fingers at the base of his cock slide around and press another place just beneath his heavy testicles, making him hiss between his clenched teeth as he reached for me.

In an instant, I found myself again pressed against the edge of the table as he deftly switched our positions. He left me for a moment to pull protection out the pocket of his jeans, which were now around his ankles, and he quickly sheathed himself. My skirt was then quickly balled up around my waist and used as a brace. I was lifted high in the air. I had no time to catch my breath or to wonder what he was planning, for in the next second, I was slammed down on his full erect length!

"My God!" I screamed as I felt his thick hot member penetrate the tight walls of my inner sanctum. For moment, I felt that I would be torn asunder, and then I felt myself open to his demands. Smooth as silk, he glided deeply into me, touching an inner spot that gave me chills and filled me with fire.

"Oh love!" he sighed as he slid deeper into my hot tight warmth. He paused for a second to gather his control and bury his face in my neck, inhaling my powerful female scent.

I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair as he quickly turned to lean against the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him side in even deeper, stretching and touching a part of me that had felt empty before. He groaned deep in his throat and I felt his muscles gather themselves for his assault on my control and reason.

I gave a stilled cry as his hands tightened around my skirt and he urged me to move. I leaned forward, taking his mouth in a devastating meeting of tongues, teeth and lips, and I began to move.

He felt like a solid pillar melting into me! His heat was incredible and I could feel each throbbing inch of him as we began to gyrate in slow easy rhythm. I released his hair and raked my nails down his back, savoring his shivers and moans.

Then his hands were around my waist, holding me steady as he changed the angle of his thrusts. With each lunging move, I felt his tool brush against my hard and swollen clitoris. I cried out at the new sensation. He pounded into me, helping me move faster to the pace that he now set! I felt my wetness envelop him, felt my muscles strain to keep him in me. With the skill of a master, he pulled out to the point of leaving me before again swiftly filling the void!

Sparks were shooting though my veins and the world began to swirl. I felt fire blossom in my clitoris and thunder boom within my walls. My breath sounded rough in the room, my body sweating as I fought to take him deeper inside of me. I clawed and scratched for this pleasure, for him to take me to heights that I had never ascended. I sobbed out my hunger as I pressed by breasts to his heaving chest. He was making little grunts under his breath as he strained for control within my demanding grasp. I wanted more, needed more, and demanded more!

Suddenly I felt a burning deep within me as I again reached that high plateau of culmination, but it was more intense this time, more passionate! Little whimpers and loud cries were now exploding from my throat. I slammed myself down on him, eager to reach the pinnacle of this sexual act! I was lost to all reason! All I wanted was the golden climax that was so tantalizingly close!

Craig, sensing me reaching the edge, kept filling me and pushing me, rotating my hips around him until the pressure built up so high that I had no choice but to give in! I exploded in a shower of stars and rockets as a rough cry that could have been his name rolled out of me!

My body began to grip at him, straining to hold his massive strength, caressing him like a thousand little hands, my toes pointed and my nails dug groves into his back! As I tossed my head back in ecstasy, he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes. My release triggered his own.

In a series of short hard thrusts, he calmly faced his own crises. His nostrils flared and his skin shinned as a powerful release tore through his body.

"Yes!" he hissed. He threw back his head, slammed me hard down on him once, twice, and a then a third time! His eyes rolled back in his head and his lips parted to show his clenched teeth.

"Yes!" he cried a bit louder, and I felt him swell impossibly large within me; then he exploded. Each wrenching throb wrung a curse from his lips. His hands clamped my waist tighter as if I was his anchor, and he gave a trembling sigh as he flew for a moment in the sun, then dropped back to earth.

With a sigh, he lay back on the table, limbs trembling, with me wrapped tightly around him. His body was a large warm cushion to rest upon and neither one of us noticed that we were both still half dressed.

He began to softly rub my back. I brushed tendrils of hair from his damp face.

"I told you I would win," I breathed into his neck as I settled myself more comfortably on top of him.

"Yes you did, little girl," he chuckled. He let his head drop back to the table. "I think I may have been hustled."

"Who me?" I asked, trying to gather up the energy to look down at him.

"Wanna try for it again?" he asked, a sudden heat filling his eyes. I felt him began to grow harder within me. Amazed, I looked down at him and caught his wicked grin.

"Well?" he prodded. "Are you game?"

Gazing into his beautiful eyes filled with renewed heat and vigor, I said the only thing I could.

"Rack 'em up!"

Deflowered

For Kim

I sighed with pleasure as I ducked beneath the shade of a big old oak tree. No one could find me here, not the serious minded women of the group, the professors who over-explained every minute detail, or the condescending eyes of the so-called hiking experts, who were supposed to inform, but instead seemed to undermine our confidence.

Who ever said that a nature hike with an environmental group would be fun? What did they know anyway? The only people, in my humble opinion, who really respected that land, were the people who were forced from it!

People like Dancing Wolf.

Of course, he wasn't really real, just a clever imagined phantom from Kimberly Loralie Addyis, the new paranormal Native American Fantasy writer, but he was a phantom that haunted my dreams.

Now properly ensconced in my hiding place, I laughed to myself as the voices of the others faded and I cracked open my book simply named Wolf.

The other women on the group would probably badger me about proper literature if they saw me, but I didn't care! I wanted to finish my reading of Dancing Wolf, and nothing – not heat, not flower names in Latin, not five syllable words – would keep me from finishing it!'

I sighed as I opened the pages and was instantly transported to a time when the land meant life and passion was as raw and untamed as the people who experienced it!

I lost myself in the flowing words and felt as if I was there, looking in, experiencing what Red Feather and Dancing Wolf were living!

They were getting married! The lone survivor of a Shawnee attack, Red Feather was found by a small band of Lakota Sioux and caught the attention of their war chief. It wasn't easy; circumstances and fate fought to keep the red haired maiden and the fierce warrior apart, but finally, after dramatic chases, humorous side trips, and emotional misunderstandings, the two were wed!

I silently cheered as despite all odds, the two were joined as man and wife in a traditional ceremony! My eyes started to feel heavy, so exhausted was I from the rapid pace of the book, and I'm not sure exactly when I succumbed to the lure of a quick nap. But you wouldn't believe what happened when I woke up!

"Red Feather?" a deep voice softly whispered in my ear. "Awaken my love. The night is nearly over and I have yet to initiate you in the ways of physical love."

"Physical love?" I whispered as I slowly opened my eyes. Physical love sounded good to me!

"Awaken my pretty flower. See what you husband has brought to the bed furs for you."

"Husband!" That caught my attention!

I sat up and almost swallowed my tongue! There was a nearly naked man standing before me!

I gasped when I realized who was standing there, smiling down at me! Long silky hair the color of the deepest, darkest night, thick eyebrows arched like raven's wings, black piercing almond shaped eyes, full perfect lips, high cheek bones set in a square face with a strong stubborn chin. The bronze skinned warrior with the beaded armbands and bone necklace that perfectly set off his deep bronze skin was a full-blooded Lakota Sioux warrior! This was Wolf! And he was staring at me!

"Husband?" I gasped, wondering if this was a dream! If it was, I didn't want to wake up!

"How soon you have forgotten me, Red Feather," he laughed as he sat on the small fur covered mat that I reclined upon.

"How could I forget you?" I almost purred! This was going to be good! I love dreams!

"Indeed, my pretty flower." He reached out one hand and touched my shoulder – my bare shoulder. "As hard as we fought to be together, I would have no doubts that you ever would forget me."

His touch burned! I had never felt such intense heat coming from one simple touch! This dream was intense!

I stared down at his dark colored hand as it rested against the flesh of my arm, speechless.

Not only did this touch seem genuine; my body was suddenly looking a lot different! It looked younger!

Ignoring him for a moment, I realized that I was covered in nothing more than dark fur and that I had nothing on underneath. Taking a deep breath, I pulled back the fur blanket and gasped at what I saw!

I jerked surprised eyes up to his before I again looked beneath the covering, then again at him just for good measure!

My body, the body that I had sweated over, crunched to death, dieted into submission, was gone! In its place was the less voluptuous sleek muscle tones of my youth! I gaped at full perky breasts and my concave stomach! Gone were all of the minute signs of aging that women are so good at covering up. In its place was the firm nubile flesh of my youth.

"How?" I gasped; my eyes zeroed in on his amused ones.

"The women prepared you for out joining, Red Feather. Have you forgotten?"

Red Feather! He was calling me Red Feather! Then I smiled! Now I understood! This was a dream based on the novel that I was reading. That explained everything! I had this great new body and this hunk of eye candy courtesy of a dream!

"Wolf?" I asked.

"So you do remember," he smiled.

Boldly, I reached out and caressed his face, shivering at the feel of his taunt skin.

Breathing deeply, he turned his face to my palm, nestling there for a moment before lifting liquid eyes to mine.

"I will bring you great pleasure, wife of my heart."

My throat tightened at the look of love in his eyes. Never had I seen such profound emotion.

"This is a dream," I whispered, overcome. "This is the most wonderful dream."

He nodded as he stared into eyes as green as the rolling hills of South Dakota.

"You are a dream," he replied. His hands tenderly framed my face. Almost in slow motion, his lips lowered to mine.

First I felt his breath against my lips parted in appreciation of his great beauty. Then my eyes closed as the first caress tingled me. The tiny flutters of electricity spread from my face, down my neck to my trembling breasts.

He swallowed my excited gasp and pulled back to smile at me, the noble beauty of him stealing my breath anew.

"There is more, my pretty flower," he said in low dulcet tones. His hands caressed my shoulders and neck.

Almost like a cat begging to be stroked by its master, I arched up into his touch, wanting more of the fire that he ignited in my blood.

Blindly, I reached out for him, mirroring his caresses. He grunted his approval as my hands traveled over his hot muscled flesh. His arms were as solid as rocks, the biceps so big that two hands could not span them. I touched the beaded armband that looked too puny to contain his great strength, amazed at the heat that it held.

"Remove them," he softly commanded.

I felt my inner flesh moisten at his words. How I loved a commanding forceful man! He was letting me know that he was in charge of this seduction right from the beginning. I eagerly followed his commands.

Finding the small leather ties that held the blue and white beaded masterpiece on him, I eagerly pulled the band free, massaging the small indentations left by the beads.

Again he grunted his approval and presented his other arm for the same treatment.

Once his arms were free, he again took me into his embrace and pulled me close to his bare hairless chest. There was still a fur barrier between us, but I reveled in the heat that I felt even through the blanket.

"I will guide you, Red Feather, and I will teach you how to please your husband."

"Yes Wolf," I agreed. "Teach me."

Dropping another kiss on my forehead, he stood and I swallowed hard as I saw the bulge straining against the confines of his leather breechcloth. This dream was becoming a real hot fantasy!

"Remove my moccasins," he ordered.

I tore my eyes away from that pulsing knot to stare incredulously into his eyes. He wanted me to remove his shoes?

He must have found something very humorous in my gaze because he exploded in laughter.

"So eager, my pretty flower! If I did not know better, I would say that you had already tasted the fruits of passion and are not the sweet virgin I fell in love with."

Virgin? Not since that asshole ... but I was losing my fantasy. If my dream man said I was a virgin, then virgin I would be, pure as freshly fallen snow! I even managed to blush at that thought! He was delighted.

"Remove my moccasins woman," he grinned. "I will show you what your greedy eyes are tying so hard to see."

I smiled as he lifted first one foot then the other to have me untie the bindings.

He kicked his footwear aside and knelt on the bed stand. His face again became serious as he straddled me, pushing me back on the furs.

My breath caught as the furry warmth was jerked from me. My eyes widened in true maidenly form at his aggressive action! My heart pounded and my eyes clearly showed my approval.

I lifted my arms to him, welcoming his possession, wanting him to cover me with his heat.

With a low growl, he lowered his head and took possession of my mouth. His hands burrowed through my curly auburn locks to cup and hold my head still.

His tongue forced its way through a barrier of tongue and teeth to breech the inner sweetness of my mouth.

"Mmm," I purred into his mouth as his smoky flavor invaded mine, titillating my senses.

Teasing hot kisses followed. They trailed over my face, kissing the corner of each eye gently before his tongue shot out to lash my closed eyelid.

My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close while delighting in its thick silky texture. My heart pounded in my chest and my breathing rasped around the teepee we were in, the sound of my excitement shooting my desire up another notch.

"You want this," he panted as he broke his lips away from mine. "You desire me as much as I need to possess you."

"Yes," I purred to his statement. "Yes Wolf, I need you."

He eased back and his large hands cupped my breasts, rolling my hard nipples in his fingers, plucking them like ripe berries.

"These are magnificent," he breathed. He bent and lapped at me with the rough edge of his tongue.

I jerked as pinpoints of fire scorched me, causing me to throw back my head in delight. The lose tendrils of his hair flowed over me, cooling the burn of his tongue.

"Want me, little fire?" he murmured a moment before his mouth closed over one straining nub.

"Oh," I moaned and slid my finger against his scalp, urging him closer to me. My legs shifted, trying to part, but his strong thighs held them shut as he feasted upon my swollen breasts.

He switched from one to the other, then pushed them together to sup at my sweetness. My hands flew back over my head in a gesture of submission. I had never felt this hot this fast before! I knew that I was going to explode from the mere touch of his lips on my breasts.

But as if sensing I was near the edge, he pulled back and slid down my body, trailing masculine heat and his woodsy aroma.

"I can smell your need, Red Feather," he said as he nuzzled the thin patch of hair at the apex of my thighs. "I am pleased."

My breath rasping loudly in the room, I again reached for him, wanting to bring him back to me, but he reared back to sit upon his heels, his hungry eyes watching my every move.

"Wolf?" I asked, clenching and unclenching my hands towards him. "Please!"

"Yes, beg me little flower. Know who your master is."

Any other time, I might have taken offense, but this warrior had ignited a blaze within me that only he had the power to control.

"Yes," I gasped. "Please Wolf!"

Slowly, teasingly, he pulled at the thongs holding up his breechcloth. When he saw that he had my undivided attention, he slowly eased the knot lose. My eyes strained to follow each movement of that leather string as it gave up its hold on his clothing; my mouth watered at the thought of what it held confined.

Then the mystery was solved. The material fluttered to the ground with a gentle rustle. What I saw next nearly frightened me!

Never had I seen such a long thick penis! I was amazed by the throbbing member that rose from a narrow strip of jet-black hair. His testicles below hung heavy and full and I couldn't tear my eyes away! One thing gave me a pause though. He was uncircumcised! I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, let alone dreamed of one, but there it was, looming over me!

"Do you like what you see?" he purred as he proudly stood there before me. "Do you see what you have done to my control?"

Mutely I nodded. This was going to be an experience like none other!

"Do you fear me?" he asked reading apprehension in my eyes.

"N-no," I managed my heart pounding and my liquid reactions making me squirm on the fur.

"There is nothing like the sensuous feel of fur rubbing against your back, warm and rough," he said with eyes narrowed in desire, "except from the feel of my skin, my hardness caressing your soft breasts and bush,"

I whimpered and writhed on the texture that he had brought to my attention, loving the raspy touch of the fur, imagining what his hard body would feel like against mine.

He smiled a wicked grin at my actions, pleased to know that he had brought me to such heights of pleasure. I was his for the taking and he knew it.

Lowering one hand to his throbbing sex, my eyes widened as he softly, lovingly stroked himself. His eyes closed as he took pleasure fromhis own touch; his head dropped back, his long hair framing his actions as he moaned softly.

His head again lowered, his eyes caught and held mine. He was telling me without words that he was going to sheath himself within me and take his pleasure from my body. But he was also showing me the correct way to stroke him into dizzying heights of rapture.

Without a word, my hand covered his, determined to take over, longing to feel his velvet soft flesh.

After showing me exactly how he wished to be touched, no more than two strokes, he nodded his approval. Under my fascinated gaze his plum shaped purple head emerged from it cowl, tiny clear drops shining on its surface.

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, wondering what he would taste like.

My action caused him to growl before he pulled his hand from beneath mine and reached forward to stroke me with gentle fingers.

I was caught, trapped between sensations! His skin, soft as butter covering a core of molten steel, heated in my palm, sizzling my palm. But it was that gently stroking finger that made me arch my head back, tighten my grip on him, and let out a long slow groan.

"Yes, my little one," he whispered as he bent over me to grant himself better access. "Touch me like that."

"Wolf," I cried, my head tossing from side to side on the bed furs, my hair flying around in a red cloud. "Oh Wolf!"

Then his fingers parted my lower dew-soaked lips and parted them gently to expose my throbbing kernel, my hot swollen clit.

I let out a little shriek as his fingers exposed me, his thumb flicking over me, circling me.

"This is the seat of your woman's pleasure," he informed me with glowing eyes. "With this delicate tool, I will make you sing."

That was all the warning I got before he lowered his head between my splayed thighs and took me into his mouth!

"WOLF!" I shrieked, losing my grip on his manhood. My hands gripped the fur at my side and I instinctively arched my hips upward towards his questing mouth.

As his tongue made gentle foray, his soft lips drank up my essence as it flowed freely, drenching me.

His silken hair fell like a waterfall around my stomach, between the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, as he moved closer to me, cupping his hands below my bottom to force himself deeper.

I felt myself prepare to take flight! But as release threatened, he pulled back and slowly drug his body, glistening with a sheen of sweat, up my quivering one.

My internal muscles involuntarily clenched, reminding me of my emptiness as he brushed the smooth skin of his chest against my aching breasts.

Cupping my face between his large hands, he feathered kisses across my face before settling on my lips. I tasted myself and that made me wrap my legs around his waist to urge him closer to me.

"I'm going to come into you now," he murmured as his face buried itself in my neck. "The pain will not last long."

But pain was the furthest thing on my mind! I was occupied by this drowning love-joy to pay much attention to what he was saying! My body wept tears for him, cried out its loneliness, and now he was going to fulfill all of my longings.

I felt his hand slip between us and felt him fit the broad head of his penis against my feminine opening.

I gasped as he pushed in, stretching a bit, but that discomfort was to be expected! It had been a long time since I enjoyed any carnal lust, and a little stretching was required. But then his gentle shallow thrusts began to hurt.

"Wolf?" I asked, some of the haze of passion leaving me.

"Shhh," he soothed. "I'll try not to hurt you."

This was now getting out of control! Dreams couldn't cause physical discomfort, could they?

But I was given no time for thought because his knowing fingers returned to my woman seed and he began a gentle circular motion.

"Mmmm yes," I purred, once again losing myself in sensory overload.

I felt him delve a bit deeper and I loosened my muscles to ease his way. Then I felt him butt up against my membrane.

"What?" I nearly shrieked, but it was drowned out as, with a quick deep thrust, he broke my barrier and slid in to the hilt.

"Oh!" I cried out amazed, and I felt his satisfied grunt as he held himself still for my body to adjust.

"From your reactions, my pretty flower, I almost cast doubt upon you innocence. But you have proved that the passion fire in your blood matches mine."

Still a bit dazed and confused, I looked up into his deep eyes and felt myself drowning in their dark depths.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" I asked as I examined each feature of his handsome face.

This was too real! The emotions were too intense; the feelings too live to be just a dream. I could never dream up this musky smell of raw sex that filled the teepee, nor the intense heat that came off of his body in waves, nor the thick piece of throbbing man-flesh buried in my quivering heat. This had to be real!

"You are in my arms, my lovely flower," he said as he smiled and dropped a hot wet kiss on my mouth, his tongue making forays inside while his teeth nibbled at my lips. "You are truly a fantasy, a living wakening dream."

I whimpered again. A fear began to take over and my body trembled.

"No, my brave she-warrior," he soothed, his hands coming up to frame my face as his elbow rested beside my head. "The worst is over. We'll spend the rest of our lives knowing this love-joy that we share."

Tears filled my eyes as I realized that this is exactly what I wanted, what I had always wanted. To be truly loved, cherished, and desired above all others, was my true dream.

Reaching up and wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I cried out, "Show me! Show me my wild wonderful Wolf!

"Yes, my flower," he purred before his teeth clamped down on my neck and he slowly pulled out to thrust deeply within me again!

My back arched so high at this jolt of lightening that I nearly lifted us from the bed.

He chuckled as he swirled his hips, grinding and pressing until my body responded without thought.

I felt my nails sink into his back and heard his growl of approval as he eased up above me and thrust deeper and faster.

"Oh yes!" I nearly screamed. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!"

It was amazing how that little pain had disappeared beneath the passionate onslaught! I felt only pleasure within my cleft as he pulled and lunged hungrily at me.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I urged him faster, harder, deeper until I felt the bindings of this earth snap and I was hurtled throughout infinity to explode and come floating back to earth in a million glittering pieces.

"More," he purred as I realized that he had not climaxed himself. If anything, the throbbing hardness within me grew even larger!

"Now I will take you as the wolf takes his mate," he purred, and I felt hard hands grip my waist, then lift, and I was turned and positioned on my knees,

I felt his hard hands grip my bottom as I dropped my forehead to the furs. Yes! I wanted more! One release was not enough to ease the ache he created within me.

"Yes," I cried, wanting his possession, needing it like I needed air.

I felt him reach beneath me to part my heated lips, and then he was sliding his full length gently into my straining moist depths.

"Wolf," I moaned as he began easy, shallow, back and forth thrusts.

"My flower," he choked. The pace of his thrusts increased.

I felt my ardor rising again as I rocked my hips backwards, demanding more! Any tenderness that I may have felt blended perfectly with the boom of thunder in my body. Wolf was my mate and I wanted him, all of him, deep within.

His strong hands gripped handfuls of my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over my back.

Moaning like an animal in heat, I savored this possessive hold, delighting in the wild humping that was taking place. His free hand reached down to cup and to tease my swinging breasts before dipping low to again circle my swollen clitoris.

"Wolf!" I howled, sounding very much like his namesake as lightening exploded behind my eyes and I felt myself crest another peak. Down through almost painful bursts of pleasure, my inner muscles convulsed around him, milking him, forcing his own agonizingly joyful release.

"Red…" he panted brokenly. "…Feather."

And my heart exploded.

Instead of collapsing on top of me, he gently eased us both to our sides, refusing to relinquish his softening possession of me, cuddling me close to his steaming body.

Gently I closed my eyes and slept.

When I next opened my eyes, I expected to be back beneath the tree in my hiding space, clutching my book in my hands.

But instead, my eyes focused on the hide walls of the teepee, the quiver of bows and other weapons resting on pegs hanging on the walls, the small fire burning in the center, and the naked man that approached caring a warmed pouch of water.

"Let me take care of you, Red Feather," he said, a gentle light making his dark eyes glow. "I fear I have made a mess of you, and it is my responsibility to set you aright."

"Wolf?" I asked, surprised and delighted that I was still here, that my fantasy was real.

"Yes, my Red Feather, I am real and you are not dreaming. Is it so hard to believe that we have been granted our hearts' desire?" he asked as he knelt beside me and spread my legs.

A blush stole onto my cheeks as I watched him examine me before he began to gently wash away all traces of my sudden loss of virginity and his seed.

"Now you show modesty," he laughed, watching my cheeks redden.

I looked down, saying nothing, but touched by his tender care. Before I could protest that no further care was needed, he put the water aside and produced a small wooden container of ointment. This he slathered over my swollen womanhood, despite my protest.

Then he was back beside me in the furs, a solid warm presence that surrounded me with its heat.

As I settled against him, pushing my bottom against his stomach and tucking his arms around me, one thought came to mind. If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up!

~~~~~

In the clearing, a young woman came upon a small paperback book, pages fluttering in the breeze. Looking around and not seeing the owner, she picked it up and read the title.

"Wolf," she mused as she studied the couple on the cover. The young red haired woman looked deliriously happy riding in front of an absolutely stunning Sioux warrior.

She flipped it over to the blurb on the back, and read that it was a story of sweeping passion that spanned the centuries. As she read, she wondered what had happened to the secondary character – this Sioux warrior's best friend.

Looking around and spying no one who might come to claim the book, she sat and began to read.

Voyertese

From the moment I met Chase, I knew he was raw untamed sex.

I was taking a break at a park across the street from a construction site when I first saw him.

He was carrying a load of small steel pipes across one massive shoulder when he noticed that he had drawn an audience of one. He nodded politely and continued on his way, his denim jeans ridding low on his small waist. His thin T-shirt was plastered to his damp body as he carried his burden with ease. A long tail of deep auburn had trailed out of his hard hat and down his back. He looked like one of those cover models out on a shoot, but he was real – a real working man.

I sat on that bench watching the building go up, and the man who seemed to be such an intricate part of it. I don't know how long I sat there, but as soon as I realized the time, I rose from my perch and started to make my way home.

"Excuse me?" his voice called to me, making me freeze in my tracks and turn around. It couldn't be, but it was.

The red haired Adonis was strolling towards me, hard hat in hand and a predatory look on his face.

"I know that this is forward of me, but I find myself extremely attracted to you and I would like to take you to dinner."

Again I was shocked. What did he want from me, other than the obvious?

"If this is about sex..." I began, but he cut me off.

"I hope it will eventually be about sex, but until we come to that point, I just want to get to know you. You held my attention, sitting over here and I thought that you were the most interesting woman to eye me in a long time."

My face exploded into a blush. He caught me ogling his perfect body. It was bad enough being rude, but when you get caught doing it, that is a new high in embarrassment.

"Believe me, I didn't mind, but I thought that we could go out tonight and see if this mutual attraction is just physical or something more. Believe me, I was starring just as hard as you were, and I liked what I saw."

His candor was refreshing. And he was upfront and honest. That was definitely a new approach in dealing with women and I wanted to see if he was really as sincere as he sounded.

"Tonight, Ruth's Crisp's Steak House, eight thirty. Don't be late," I declared.

"Yes ma'am," he replied as a grin broke out on his strong masculine face, "I'll be there with bells on."

That was our first date, the first of many to follow. Although he denied having any finesse, as he put it, he was a true gentleman.

"My twin got all of the culture," he once told me while we were sipping coffee at the end of a meal. "He's a doctor and he's great at it. I got all of the subtlety," he joked. There was never a less subtle man than Chase.

"I got all of the spitfire and it shows in my hair. He got all of the calmness, and that shows in his. It's black as sin."

"And you two are identical twins?" I asked. I had heard of cases like this, but had never met an identical twin before.

"We would be mirror images if it wasn't for our hair color. Saved us from getting into a lot of trouble."

Again, this was another side of the man, the loving side. He cared deeply for his brother; it showed in his eyes and you could hear it in his voice as he spoke of Chance.

After a few weeks of dating, and him making no move sexually towards me, I decided that I had had enough. If he didn't make a move, I would.

I had been in his apartment many times to prepare meals for the both of us, but always afterwards, he would see me safely home or sleep on the couch and turn over his large bed to me. He was so chivalrous that he was driving me crazy. He even gave me a key, just in case I stopped by and he wasn't in. So without guilt or shame, I used my key to get inside of his place after a long business trip.

I missed that man something awful and I was determined to have his body tonight. I had managed to come home a day earlier than expected, so now was the perfect time to surprise him.

I crept into his loft apartment like I was as stealthily as a cat burglar, and in a way, I was. I was planning to steal that man's virtue!

After hiding my bags in his closet, I undressed and showered the fatigue of travel away. I lotioned my body, fantasizing about his hands rubbing my skin, and dressed in a sinfully sheer teddy. Lastly, I let my hair down and draped myself across his bed in such an erotic manner that I knew I would get an instant reaction. The only problem was that I was so tired and his bed was so comfortable that I fell asleep.

It was the feeling of being observed that woke me. Although I was cursing myself for falling asleep on the job, I didn't move a muscle. I wanted to discover what his reaction would be.

"You are so damn beautiful," he whispered as he gently ran one rough finger down my cheek. "You are so precious and tired that I can't wake you, my love, although you don't know how much I need you right now." There was a frustrated sigh, and a gentle kiss brushed against my forehead.

I could hear the strain in his voice, the need, but this man was too damned honorable to wake me! I almost opened my eyes right there; my body yearned for his touch, but something held me back. I was curious to see what he would do.

After his soft footsteps exited the room, I cocked my head to the side and listened.

As expected, I heard the shower begin to run, but a muffled curse drowned out the sound of the shower for a moment.

"Damn cold water!" Chase cried out as he decided to try the best well-known remedy for sexual frustration. I stifled a giggle. This was getting fun.

Soon I heard him muttering under his breath and managed to shift into a sleeping position as he stalked past the open door. I caught a quick glimpse of the towel wrapped around his waist and tented out in the front.

"Poor honorable baby," I muttered. His cold shower did nothing to take away the need in his body. It was a feeling that I knew all too well.

Instead of hopping out of bed and going to him to relieve both of our needs, I crept to the door of the bedroom and peered into the hallway to see where he had gone. As I suspected, he headed straight for his weight room.

Chase kept a fully equipped exercise room in his apartment and said that he did it for stress. I guess he didn't get enough of lifting heavy metal objects at work, but who was I to complain when the result was that magnificently maintained body. I figured that he would go there to let off a little steam until I woke up.

As I crept to the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of tanned muscular flesh flexing and moving, I was shocked by what I saw.

Chase – my Chase – was standing nude by a bank of windows in the room, looking glum.

"I can't even sit down!" he muttered to himself as he contemplated his erection. "Well, there is no hope for it," he decided. He reached for a bottle of baby oil that he kept in the room.

My mouth dropped open! Was he going to do what I was thinking that he was going to do?

He poured a large amount of the slippery oil into the palm of his hand and set the bottle aside. Eyes closed in concentration, he slowly oiled his hands, making sure to thoroughly coat each finger, each crease of skin.

Quiet as a church mouse, I watched as he lowered his hands, one to cup his heavy sac and one to gently stroke his turgid flesh.

I could feel my heart pounding as I imagined that it was me, touching him, stroking him, learning his each and every bump and vein. I had to bite down on my lip to stop the groan that was building up in me. My nipples tightened at the sight of this man giving himself the release that he was too unselfish to wake me for. What would he do next?

Liquid heat pooled low in my stomach and spilled out of my deepest self to dampen the teddy that I still wore. I watched him just hold himself, the ruby crest of his hardness swelling as I watched, the length of him standing straight up and begging for any caresses that would relieve it's tension. Yet there he stood, backlit by sunlight streaming through the window, creating a halo of light around him.

Do it! I silently urged as I stood there, anticipation making me squirm. I wanted to see this most intimate act and I wanted to see him vulnerable and strong as he eased his own desire.

As if he heard my insistence, his hand slowly stroked up, then down, slowly. His face tightened as pleasure filled his body and caused dampness to break out on his forehead. Again, he gave himself that long slow stroke and his shoulders began to tremble.

I watched transfixed, and my breathing increased to keep time with the small moaning breaths that he took as he slowly worked himself.

He groaned a little louder and his head fell back, exposing his strong throat. His hand began to stroke a little faster. His other hand tightened slightly on his pouch, no doubt massaging its inner secrets to increase his pleasure.

My knees began to tremble at the erotic picture that stood before me. I bit back a groan of hunger as I saw him swallow deeply and began to stroke himself faster, harder. His buttocks clenched and released with each stroke, adding momentum to the stroking of his hand, moving in rhythm.

I ran a hand down my aching body, touching both of my painfully hard nipples before touching myself where my excitement at this show damped my clothing. I bit back another groan as my fingers caused electric heat the shoot through my body. This was madness! I wanted him, I could go to him and put us both out of misery, but there I stood, silently watching, making his pleasure my own.

Faster and faster that hand moved, up and down, tightening on the down stroke, loosening slightly on the up stroke. His breath now panted from between clenched teeth as a dark flush traveled up from his chest, around his neck to his face. The one hand cupping his testicles suddenly released and clutched at the window frame.

My heart beat faster and I let out a low moan as my eyes widened at the sight of this man delirious with pleasure of his own making.

Suddenly he gasped out a name, my name, and his whole body went tense. A thick whitish fluid exploded from the purple head of his penis, shooting one large powerful spurt, then three or four weaker streams. With an audible sigh, he straightened and rested his head against the cool glass of the window. He had his release, but I was just really heating up.

After a moment of recovery, he retrieved his towel from the floor and mopped up his spill. I stood there watching, until he shocked me again.

"I know that you are there." His clear yet shaky voice wafted over me, causing my nerves to tingle and my skin to break out in goose bumps.

"You knew?" I asked as I cautiously walked into the room. I had invaded his privacy and now I wondered what he would do.

"Since the moment you crept into the room and started examining me," he said, a smile in his voice as he finished his cleanup and pitched the towel into a nearby hamper.

"Oh," was all that I could say. I had been once again caught in the act of staring at him and his body, but with a body like his, it was perfectly understandable, in my opinion.

He rose to his feet and I looked into the savage beauty of his face. He was not angry; in fact, he looked delighted. I had to ask, just to make sure.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Why should I be?" he countered. "I told you once before that if you want refinement, look for someone like my brother. I am coarse and I am into raw sex. I want to hear you scream out my name and claw my back. I want you to pant and moan and beg me for your pleasure. I want you to need me, and not in a nice and polite way. Do you think that you can handle that?"

His words, so daring and true, caused me to sway towards him, wanting him even more. I felt like an animal in heat as I watched him take a step closer to me.

"Can you?" he asked again.

"Yes," I whispered.

He held out one hand – one beautiful large hand – and waited. He stood there in all of his naked glory, face still flushed with his release, and waited for me to come to him.

Biting back a small moan, I eagerly stepped forward and placed my hand into his. The sheer size of his body was intimidating, but his control, his gentlemanly attitude, reassured me. I watched as his large, rough, warm hand enveloped my own and wondered that he could make me feel so small, so dainty, so needy.

With a tug, I was plastered to the front of his body, feeling his hot flesh, his returning erection, and smelling the musky smell of man on his skin.

"You are so perfect for me," he murmured as he slid his hands underneath my arms and lifted me to his eye level. His strength was incredible! He didn't even strain as he held me a few feet off the ground and stared into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice low and gravely as his desire for me reasserted itself. "Can you give me what I crave?"

"Chase," I moaned, reaching out to encircle his neck with my trembling arms. "Can you satisfy my cravings?"

"Yes," he answered. His mouth crashed onto mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as his body would soon invade mine. We moaned into each other, sharing our passion, increasing our pleasure.

But just as abruptly, he broke the kiss. I gasped in disappointment, but soon found myself lying on his inclined bench. I looked up questioningly at him. Did he want to bless his athletic equipment? What did he want? I quickly got my answer.

"Touch yourself for me, baby," he muttered as he knelt at my feet.

"What?" I exclaimed, going wide-eyed at his request.

"Touch yourself for me. I want to see what turns you on. I want to know how best to satisfy you."

I gulped, almost choking on my uncertainly. What he wanted me to do was exciting, but very scary. I mean, I usually don't go around touching myself publicly, bringing myself to pleasure for the edification of my lovers. This was something I had never done before – a piece of me that no one has ever possessed. And now he wanted it.

"But ... I..." I didn't know what to say.

"Show me what you like, baby," he whispered as he leaned in close, brushing his hard chest against my tingling nipples and placing little sipping kisses on my swollen lips. "Give yourself to me in all ways."

Before I could move, his fingers trailed down between my thighs, spreading my legs and exposing my most sensual self to his exploring fingers.

I gasped when, with a flick of his thumb, he unsnapped the fasteners that held the teddy together. I moaned as his fingers lightly brushed through my wetness, then retreated.

He grasped my hand and, while parting my lips with his tongue, slid our combined fingers to the heart of me.

I jumped at the sensation, at the wetness, but he only deepened the kiss and pressed my fingers firmly against my mound.

"Show me," he whispered in my mouth. He slowly withdrew to kneel at my feet and watch, spreading my legs further as he made himself comfortable.

Would I do this thing for him? Could I do this for him? I lifted my eyes, hazy with lust, and quickly decided. After all, I watched him; it was only fair that he get to experience what I had enjoyed, while watching me.

Slowly with a racing heart and loud rasping breaths, I lowered my hand, my eyes boring into his, daring him to look away.

With two fingers, I caressed my lower lips, daring him to watch and not interfere.

"Slowly," he nearly moaned. "I want to get the motions just right for you."

I grinned and spread my legs further apart, offering him a front row seat to an unprecedented act – the exploration of me.

With the pad of one finger, I lightly circled my clitoris, bringing on shivers as the electricity of my action shot through my body, doubled in strength because of his observation. I tossed my head back, my hair streaming down my back, as I reveled in the power I had over my body and over him.

"I liked to be licked here, just so," I purred, causing sweat to break out on his forehead. He moved in closer, examining me and the strokes I used as his hand once again returned to his growing hardness.

"You can nibble a bit," I whispered, leaning forward slightly, "but only when I say so."

""Yes, ma'am," he growled, leaning closer to my heat, inhaling my scent.

"The whole area wants stimulation, Chase," I spoke softly to him, as if instructing a little boy. "Can you stimulate me?"

"Until you beg for mercy," was his serious reply. That sent shivers down my spine and made my toes curl. I prayed that I could keep this up when all I wanted was him inside me.

"I'll hold you to it," I moaned as I stroked myself a little harder.

"You may insert here," I playfully growled as I touched the hot core of me. His whole body was straining now, fighting for control and patience as he watched me run my fingers through my wet heat. I noticed that his turgid flesh was now fully erect and its head glowing almost purple. He could not hide how my actions were affecting him.

"I especially like fingers, Chase. And you have such lovely large fingers. Long and thick, almost like your..."

His mouth muffled my words as it slammed onto mine. I felt the rough caress of his crisp pubic hair and the satin steal of his engorged flesh press against me.

"Like this," he whispered softly against my lips as one finger suddenly slammed inside my sopping wet body.

"Oh!" I cried out as I reared up against his hard thrusting hand. I had been completely open to him and his hips, suddenly lodged between mine, prevented me from closing against this extreme pleasure. He added another thick finger to the first and I moaned as ecstasy filled my body.

I could feel myself rising, cresting over the precipice, heading for a meltdown, but he withdrew and brought me slightly back to earth.

"Oh no, not yet," he murmured. His lips traveled down to gently bite at the tendons of my neck. At the same time, he ran the hot head of his sex across my weeping core, making me ache, hunger for more. "I went alone once. This time we go together."

Saying that, his hand, still wet with my dew, traveled up slowly across my stomach to grasp the material of my teddy.

"You bought this for me?" he asked

Nearly breathless, I nodded. The feel of his hot body between my thighs was maddening. With every breath he took, I could feel the hair-roughened flesh of him brush against my exposed heat. Straddling the bench as I now was, I could deny him nothing.

"Then I want it off," he demanded. His hand fisted between by breasts, ripping the thin material of the teddy and freeing my breasts.

Taking my hand, moist from my desire, he slowly placed one finger into his hungry mouth, sucking my essence from it.

"Delicious," he whispered, and if his other hand had not been supporting my back, I would have fallen right off of that bench. He was so earthy, so real, and so raw that my senses could barely contain the shock. He took my other hand and placed it around his full hardness. I froze at the feel of the size of him, but curiosity made me run my fingers lightly over his velvet skin, learning him as I knew myself. Then he surprised me again.

"Offer them to me, baby," he moaned, burying his face between the heaving masses of over-sensitized flesh that my breasts had become. "Offer me a taste."

He brought my hand to cup my breast from beneath, raising his smoldering green eyes to mine, almost in challenge.

Taking up the dare, I cupped my generous breast in my palm and lifted it to him, offering it up for the torture of his mouth.

With a groan, he lowered his head to lick and lap at my nipple. I closed my eyes and tossed back my head at the burning sensation of his rough tongue. My hand tightened convulsively around him and he groaned low and deep in his throat. But it wasn't enough.

I squirmed against him, trying to force myself closer to his mouth, but he persisted in giving me those teasing little laps. Finally, I grew weary of this game. I fisted my hands into his dark auburn hair and pulled his head closer, forcing his mouth to take the whole of my nipple.

I cried out at the powerful sensation that shot through my body, centering on that abandoned part of me that wept for his attention.

"Take what you want, baby," he muttered between rough/soft brushes of his tongue and gentle nips from his teeth. "Put me where you need me the most."

By now, my hips were twisting against him, grinding against the leather of the bench. Would I make his satisfy the increasing hunger in my loins, a hunger that he himself increased with every burning minute? Hell yes!

With a groaning cry, I buried both hands in his mass of damp hair and forced his head from my breast and straight down into my molten core.

"Lick here?" he growled. His hands gripped my waist to hold me tight while his tongue darted out continuously and whipped at my flesh. "Yes?"

"Yes!" I shouted, feeling my temperature rise and my body shake with overflowing need.

"Stimulation here?" he again asked as one of his hands left my waist and his fingers parted to stroke my neither lips, just as I had demonstrated.

My answer was a loud cry as he built sensation on top of sensation.

"May I nibble you now?" he demanded. His stroking tongue pushed back the protective cowl of my clitoris and lapped at her milky white pearl. His hands lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, opening me for a penetrating thrust of his tongue into my feminine secrets.

"Chase!" I cried, my body shuddering quickly into overdrive. I ground my mons against his hungry mouth, desperate for more of his special attention. "Please!"

I felt him gently grasp my burning nub between firm lips and ever so gently, he nibbled at me.

"Chase! Please now! Please!" I begged. My hands tore at his long red hair. "Oh God! Please!"

I felt him reach under the bench and grasp something. There was an enticing crackle of plastic and then I felt his shoulders shift beneath my thighs as he covered himself with the condom. I again felt my heart clench at his thoughtful protection of me, and it made the ache harder, sharper.

"Now then!" he cried. His hands again gripped my waist and I slid down the slope of that leather bench to be impaled on his massive love staff.

I cried out as I felt his thickness fill me slowly, carefully. His eyes bored into mine, looking for the slightest hint of discomfort as he eased himself deeper into my heat. His arms, those large muscular arms, reached back and grasped the upright metal supports of the bench and he pushed in deeper.

Without warning, lightening struck and my body was propelled into heights never reached before.

"Yes baby!" he growled. "Pull me in deeper."

And that was what the clasping of my inner walls did. They pulled him deeper into me – so deep that he touched the vault of my love chamber without any discomfort.

"One apiece so far, baby," he moaned as he lowered his body over mine, bending me double and holding me a prisoner of his passions. "How many more can you give me?"

That was the last thing that I heard for a while, that and my screams as he gyrated and pumped against me, slowly at first, then faster as I began to tremble and force myself to match his movements. Then he began to rotate and grind his pelvis against the throbbing nubbin that vibrated because of him. Again I exploded, the rapid flutters of my flesh milking him, driving him on.

Suddenly my legs dropped off his shoulders and his hands were at my waist. I was lifted into a seated position, straddling his hips as he leaned back and began to thrust heavily up into me.

"Chase!" I cried out again as my hands went around his neck and I pulled his face into my trembling breasts.

His hot mouth latched onto my nipple and he suckled as if he wanted to devour me whole.

His hands at my waist guided me in my movements, thrusting me faster and faster over him,

"Chase!" I again cried as he slammed me down onto him.

"Say my name again, baby," he moaned against me. "Scream my name when you come!"

His words were enough to propel me into another mind-blowing release. "Chase!" I screamed as my body convulsed over his, demanding that he release himself to me.

"Oh God!" he cried out. I felt all his muscles stiffen as his climax tore through his body. He shuddered once, twice, then melted in a groan as he, too, exploded into paradise, joining me in my wondrous journey.

Heavy muscles trembled as he fought to catch his breath and lay me once again on that special leather bench. I would never look at this room the same.

"Are you okay?" his low voice rasped in my ear. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I all but purred in my contentment.

"And did I satisfy your cravings?" he asked, his green eyes shining down into mine, his face appearing more relaxed than I had seen it in a long time.

"Well, almost, " I replied smugly, amusement shining in my own eyes.

"Well tell me, baby. What can I do to make you happy?"

He shifted his weight until he was supported over me with those thick muscular arms.

"Well, remember what happened when I peeked in on you?" I asked, running my hands over the slabs of muscle in his chest and feeling his arms tremble in reaction.

"Yes," he encouraged before dropping his head to take one peaking nipple into his mouth.

"Remember what you were doing?" He lifted his head far enough to look into my eyes and grunted his acknowledgment.

"Well, I want to do ... that."

His face split into a wide grin as he reached beneath the bench again and this time pulled out the infamous bottle of baby oil. He quickly reversed our positions on the bench, pushing me up until I straddled his waist.

"Have at it, baby," he grinned up at me. He popped the top on the bottle. "I'm all yours!"

Cat's Paws

It was too hot to think. With my air conditioner broken, I had opened all of the windows in my bedroom in an effort to let some cool air inside. To my knowledge, this was the hottest night of the year, and the humid air was making it difficult to breathe.

Outside, even the sounds of the crickets were stilled as if they were too affected by the sweltering heat to care. I sat in the picture window in my circular room and ran a frosty glass of iced tea across my forehead. In difference to the heat, I wore only my thin cotton tank top, stolen from a past lover. The white cotton hung just long enough to cover my bottom, not that I needed any covering at all, isolated in woods as I was.

This house, this Victorian castle, was all that I had of my Aunt Lavina. The dear woman passed the property to me after her death a few years ago, and now that I had the time and money, I decided to visit the old place.

"There are strange thing in those woods," Betina, the woman I hired to manage the property in my absence, warned me when I first arrived. "Your aunt was a strange one, living out here all alone, but you are a young pretty thing. You need to go to the city and meet a nice young man and settle down."

I laughed off her concerns and as soon as she departed and settled down to take in the atmosphere of my new abode.

But then the air conditioner broke in the middle of the night and here I was, trying to keep cool on the hottest night of the year.

I sat on the thick cushion of the window seat and looked out over the tall trees to a midnight blue sky. There, suspended above the trees, slightly obscured by passing clouds, was the most beautiful cherry moon that I had ever beheld.

I watched, transfixed by this glowing orb, until the heat and humidity of the night was forgotten. Time was forgotten. I don't know how long I sat there, starring up at the moon, glass of tea melting in my hand, but suddenly I wasn't alone.

The largest, prettiest tomcat that I had ever seen sat just outside the screen, standing on a tree branch, starring at me.

"Pretty kitty," I murmured to it, "are you lost?"

He stepped closer to the window so that I could view its majestic form closer. He was black with unusual streaks of gold running throughout his shinny coat. His bright green eyes shone in the moonlight and his tail almost hypnotically waved from side to side as he assessed me.

"Go home, pretty kitty," I said. "There are bad things in the woods tonight."

Instead of leaving, he came closer to the window, resting one paw against the screen. Not knowing why I did it, I placed my hand against the screen too, exactly where his paw rested.

Without warning, he dug his paw into the metal of the screen and with one mighty pull, yanked it right out of the window.

I let out a surprised shriek and fell back, the glass of ice tea falling and drenching my cotton shirt. The startling contrast of cold against my hot shin and my fear made my nipples harden. I ignored that and watched as the cat strolled into my room.

What is going on here? I wondered as I watched this creature settle down on my cushion.

As if daring me to move him, he stretched himself out and looked at me.

As I observed him in disbelief, his body began to glimmer and shine. I watched amazed. His limbs grew longer, seeming to take on human form as a bright light surrounded him. With a flash so bright it burned my eyes, the cat was gone, and in its place was a man.

"What the hell?" I gasped, shivering in the puddle of my tea and wondering if I was dreaming.

He tossed his long black/gold hair over his shoulder and reclined again on the cushion in all of his well-endowed naked splendor. His body was large and muscular and his dark skin looked as if he'd spent hours lounging in the sun. He lay there unabashedly naked, his large flaccid member resting against his thigh, his green eyes focused solely on me. "You called me," he purred.

"I did what?" I nearly screamed.

"Your yearnings and you hunger called to me, Blood of Lavina."

"You know my aunt?" I cried. What is going on here?

"You called to me, Blood of Lavina, and I have answered you plea."

I knew that this wasn't some sick joke. This man was real, and he was sitting right there in my window seat.

"Do you not know, Blood of Lavina? Do you not honor our pact?"

"What pact?" I screamed. "What is going on here?"

Sensing my confusion and with head tilted to the side in feline curiosity, he observed the expression on my face.

"You do not know, young one?" he murmured as he rose to his feet.

Instinctively I backed up. Strange cat-men was not a problem that I ran into in the city and I didn't know how to take this one!

"Be not afraid, Blood of Lavina. I will not harm you."

"Stop calling me that!" I screamed as I backed away from him, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. "My name is..."

"Mine!" He cut me off with assurance. "You belong to me now."

His words stunned me. "What are you talking about?"

"In years past, I guarded Lavina, protected her from those who would do her harm, and in return all I asked for was a mate. You, Blood of Lavina, are that mate, given to me in a blood-bond at the time of your birth. All of these lonely years I have waited for you to grow and come to me, and now you have arrived. Your hunger, your loneliness, and your desire drew me here. Can you not feel me, within you?"

I didn't notice before, but yes, there was a tingling in my body, and it got worse, or better, depending on your point of view, as he drew closer.

"You have worn my mark for many years now, Blood of Lavina, and I have come to claim what is mine."

"I belong to myself," I whispered as he took another step closer. I was paralyzed by fear. No, not fear – fascination.

"You belong to me," he again murmured as he took a step closer. I could smell his masculine heat, feel his hardness as his skin barely touched mine. I swear I could taste his desire.

With one tender hand, he reached out and touched the damp material of my shirt.

"This is not needed," he said softly, and in one swift move, he ripped the shirt right off of my body.

"My shirt!" I cried as its tatters fell to the ground around my feet, but a low rumbling growl coming from deep in his chest stopped me. His green eyes glinted dangerously.

"Not yours – his. His smell was upon you, driving me mad."

"His?"

"The man who had you before!" he again spoke calmly as he examined my breasts, heaving with my shock and a curious thrill of excitement.

"You are sticky," he purred as he ran a finger across one quivering breast, touching a birthmark.

"Here is my mark, the thing that makes you mine." He traced the little brown paw print that I assumed I was born with. "I put this on you the first day I saw you. From the beginning of your life, I knew that you were mine."

I quivered under his touch. "I am yours?" I asked in a hush voice. I didn't know why I was surrendering myself, my free will, to this ... man, but there I was, standing naked before him, powerless.

"We will now consummate our union," he whispered into my ear, circling around behind me, running that testing finger across my shoulders and down my arms. "I have waited for such a long time."

Without warning, I was lifted and turned to face the window, palms resting on the seat. I looked over my shoulder, a curious excitement filling me. Was this the man I had been waiting for? Was every relationship I had in the past so unsatisfactory because of want of this man, this creature who now stood behind me and stroked my spine?

"Delicate, my mate. You are so delicate and fragile in my arms."

His exploring hands drifted down my back, caressing every muscle and sinew. Goosebumps ran down my spine and I shuddered at his sensuous touch. The gentle raking of his nails was unexpected, yet caused a delicious fear to fill my being. Instead of fighting for my freedom and demanding release, I was submitting myself to his commands. It just felt ... right.

I felt the naked brush of his body against mine a second before his hands tangled in my hair and pulled my head back.

"You are still incomplete, my mate. You have not been fulfilled."

"What?" I asked him. What did he mean by his words? "I have been fulfilled!"

"Not truly, my mate. There is a part of you that always held itself back for the want of me. There is no longer a reason for you to hide yourself away."

Before I could answer him, he released my hair and began to drop little baby kisses along my back. I shuddered at the sensation. It was almost as if my body was awakening for the first time.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked and was answered with a purring sigh as he nuzzled my lower back.

"I am awakening you senses, my mate – rousing you nerves."

I puzzled at this for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

"To brand you as mine! Your body recognizes me, now your mind will also."

Kneeling behind me, he ran his nails down my thighs and calves, leaving trails of fire in his wake. I trembled in his embrace.

"What do I call you?" I moaned. He was bringing me joy with his touch and I didn't even know his name.

"Yours!" he cried before I was turned around and braced with his steady hands.

On his knees before me, he wrapped both arms around my waist and buried his face in my stomach, inhaling my scent and purring in satisfaction.

Uncertain what to do with my hands, I tentatively placed them on his person, one on his satiny smooth shoulder and one on his silky head.

He purred again and lifted into my touch. Amazed, I ran my fingers through his hair and watched as tears of pleasure filled his green eyes,

"Your touch, my mate, fills me with joy and desire."

I sighed, content that he found pleasure with my small advances. I was actually beginning to think of this man as mine, strange as it was. My heart cried out for him almost painfully, and my body began to weep for his touch.

"Can you feel yourself readying for my possession?"

Woah! That was a bit personal! I could in truth feel my body began to swell as my nipples hardened, but I wouldn't tell him that! That was just a little too much information for me to allow him. Besides, I couldn't get the words out!

"I can feel the blood rushing to my cock for the want of you, my mate. It is a most pleasurable experience."

I could only gape at him! I had never met a more hedonistic creature in my life! And the things that he said! I looked down and swallowed my shock. Sure enough, his once sleeping masculinity was now slowly rising and thickening as I watched. It almost reached the shallow indentation of his navel and sent a delicious quiver of fear running throughout my body.

"Can you not feel you feminine walls began to cry tears for the hard thrust of my body?" His eyes glowed softly as he took in my reaction. "I can smell your feminine musk, my mate. You cannot hide your reactions from me."

I sucked in a deep breath and tried to pull away. I was giving too much away with my very presence!

"Has no one taught you to revel in your female body, my mate?" He looked concerned as he rose to his feet and followed me. "Are the men of your world so uneducated, so unsophisticated?"

"Don't!" I cried out, placing one hand on his chest to hold him back, my mind confused and my body aching for what it had been given a small taste of.

"Do your emotions frighten you, my mate?" He took a step closer. He was so close, I could smell his musky scent, see his unusual slanted pupils, and breathe in his fresh sweet breath.

"You are confusing me," I whispered, even as I longed to throw myself into his arms.

"Give me your tongue." He moved closer, so close, and bent down so that his very breath coated my lips and made me long to devour his mouth. "I want to taste it."

His own rough tongue gently traced my upper lip and then the seam that I held tightly closed against his invasion. When he pressed his tongue down firmly on my bottom lip, I gave in to temptation and thrust my tongue out to meet his.

It was like being struck by lightening. I moaned as he began to play with my tongue, to suckle, lick and pull at it. My arms, of their own accord, reached around him and tried to pull him even closer. I wanted more of him, more of his flavor, more oh his caresses. His strange kiss felt odd to me, but I began to enjoy it.

"When we have time, my mate," he whispered, withdrawing his playful tongue from my mouth and lapping at my lips, my chin, my neck, "I will give you a true tongue bath where I will taste every inch of your delectable body from head to foot."

I shuddered, excited beyond belief, my breath heaving and my breasts swelling. I realized that I wanted his tongue on me; I wanted to feel it touching my deepest secrets and giving me a pleasure only imagined in my deepest fantasies.

"For now, I will open your senses to every possibility," he murmured, pulling his head back.

"How?" I asked, wanting him to take control and lead me into this delight that he had hinted at. "Show me."

"You smell like hot sex and warm earth," he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled at the flesh of my neck. "I can smell your desire for me, my mate."

I blushed and he chucked a little at my reaction.

"I can smell your scents mingling with mine, and together, we smell of lust and passion. Can you not smell it?"

I buried my face in his chest, delighting at the feel of his damp hair and roughened skin. Then, as if by magic, I could smell his earthy masculine scent. He smelled of heat and sensuality – heady spices for burgeoning senses.

"You smell perfect for me," I whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

"We start with insertion, my mate. You need to know the feel of me, to erase the memory of those who came before me."

His long hard fingers tested the readiness of my body with a long stroking caress that brought a mewling cry to my lips. Did that sound come from my throat? I had never been moved to make a sound like that before. His talented fingers drew out the wanton in me.

"Know me," he whispered as he braced his legs and easily lifted and eased me down on his hard steely length.

"Too much," I gasped as I felt the whole of him against the entrance to my body. I felt the large head of his penis nestled against me and I became a little fearful. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep my balance and marveled at his strength.

"Your body knows me, my mate. Give it a chance to remember."

He soothed me as he let me drop a few inches and my creamy feminine lips began to part for his entrance.

I was amazed at his technique. With my previous lover, there had always been hours of foreplay before we reached this stage. He was taking things in reverse and it made me curious to know what else he would do.

I moaned as my honeyed walls slowly began to adjust to his invasion, the moisture of my desire making it easy for him to slide his thick member deeper into my body. I had never felt this way before: passionate, but still aware of my surroundings. I was not lost in the overwhelming mist of desire and hunger that usually took over my body. I could feel each individual part of my anatomy begin to respond.

I whimpered as he lowered me more and my aroused nipples brushed against the firm wall of his chest. I found myself panting, trying to engulf his whole length and rub against his hard body at the same time. I had never felt so full, never so aware of my inner muscles stretching to accommodate a masculine invasion, never before so aware of another's presence so deeply within me.

"Now we truly begin, my mate" he whispered as he grasped my legs to wrap them tighter around his small waist.

I groaned as I felt him slide deeper, but then turned my passion-hazed eyes to him, wanting to know what to do to please him and me. My arms clung tightly to his shoulders and I felt his damp skin, smooth to my touch, quiver with excitement. His skin was starting to heat up and I longed for the hard burning press of it.

"Observe," he spoke is his low dark tone. "Again, the touch."

I jumped as I felt him gently rake his nails down my back. I arched uncontrollably against him, my nipples digging into his chest as I relished the feel of him.

"Does this excite you, my mate?" he asked, repeating his gesture to my writhing approval.

"Yes," I whispered, gripping his shoulders tighter for balance and leverage. I wanted him deeper. I cried out softly as I felt my inner walls clench with dizzying pleasure around his stiff hardness.

"Then show me," he demanded. "Bless me with your touch, my mate, and I will take you higher on our exploration of the senses."

Trembling with excitement, I smiled as I felt his arms rise up to support my back. I ran my hands down the satiny skin of his shoulders, leaving Goosebumps in my wake, and down his firm back, only to retrace my motions with the very tips of my fingernails.

"Mmm, yes precious! Just like that!" he growled in my ear, and I shuddered at the sensations that he created within me. I could actually feel his cock harden and lengthen further within my body.

Eager to wring more cries of lust from him, I ran my nails in tiny circles around his sensitized flesh. He showed his approval by settling me deeper onto his still growing manhood, and then there was not even an inch separating us. We truly felt as one.

"I have waited my whole life for you," he whispered as he grasped handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his love bites and kisses.

"Oh!" I cried out as he lowered his head and began to lick and tease my pressure points with his tongue, turning them into dangerously sensitive erotic zones.

"Your taste is ambrosia to my tongue, my mate. I wonder how you taste there where you are now hugging me so tightly?"

I tried to move; I had to do something. The pressure building in my feminine core was increasing, causing my liquid essence to dampen the curls that protected both of our inner secrets.

"Please!" I panted as his hands left my hair to grasp my bottom and hold me immobile. "You are driving me crazy!"

"I am giving you what you lacked before!" he countered. He stood up, sliding himself deeper inside of me.

I clutched at his damp skin for balance and relished each sliding step he took. He walked around the room with me clinging to him. His every movement sent him sliding across my swollen clitoris, sending stabbing shafts of pleasure through my system. I rocked my body, attempting to ride the shaft of his magnificence, but he held me still for this exciting stroll.

I almost cried out in disappointment when he reached my bed. He eased me down on the cool sheets and raised himself over me, pushing his lower body tight against me, keeping himself locked into place. He slid me to the edge of the bed and his feet braced themselves against the floor as he reared up above me.

With another of those quick cat-like movements, he slipped out of me and replaced his throbbing manhood with his hungry mouth.

"Oh my God!" I cried as his tongue circled my throbbing clitoris and stabbed at my feminine lips. I clutched handfuls of his hair and rubbed the silky mass over my aching nipples, loving the sleek feel of it.

"Yes," he purred, loving the fact that I was using every part of him for my pleasure. He buried his tongue into my womanhood and his facile tongue began to vibrate.

"Ohhhhh!" I wailed as I began to experience waves of excitement that no man had ever brought me to before. I clutched at his shoulders, forcing his face deeper into my essence and reveling in the feeling of control that it gave me.

He reached up higher, took my burning pleasure pearl into his mouth, and began to gently draw on it, causing me to arch up against his mouth in total abandon.

I cried out in anguished disappointment when he finally pulled away from my sopping tender flesh and reinserted his fully aroused manhood back within me, making me squirm at the extra sensitivity. He smiled, as he looked down at me, his face shiny with the dew of my desire.

"I have tasted you, my mate, and found you pleasing. I have smelled you and long for more of your hot scent. I have felt your skin – the hot wet flesh of your sheath, how it tightens perfectly around me. Now I will hear you sing for me."

My eyes widened as his meaning began to take shape. He would take me to the highest peaks of rapture and he wanted me to cry out my freedom at his hands.

He smiled as he placed one finger against my lips. "Open and suckle me as if it were my very manhood you wished to devour."

Shocked at his bold words, I opened my mouth and let him slowly slide his finger between my lips. Gently I circled his invading finger with my tongue, my blood racing, enjoying the salty taste. With sharp teeth, I nipped at his fingertip before I began to apply a strong suction. I moaned my pleasure to his delighted amusement.

His green eyes bored into mine as his face went slack, and he purred so softly, I almost missed it in my rising excitement.

Gently he withdrew his finger, glistening with my saliva, and ran it straight down the center of my body. "Watch me, my mate," he growled, and I watched as his glistening finger moved closer and closer to the nubbin of flesh that brought me to such heights.

Eyes locked onto his slow moving finger, I gasped as the pad slowly circled my clit, massaging and drawing moans and cries from me.

"Oh God!" I cried out, trying to make him move within me, to thrust deeper and take me wildly, but he resisted.

"Yes, my mate!" he purred. "Sing more for me." He gently pinched my clit and the small pleasure-pain overwhelmed me.

Suddenly, my body was clenching around his! I felt the room circle, then go still, and I could hear, smell, taste the very essence of him and myself. Our mingled scents swirled around in my head as my body began a rhythmic convulsion around him.

"Oh... Oh you..." I screamed, not knowing what I was saying but overwhelmed by him, never the less.

He chuckled above me, closed his eyes and savored my body's each and every reaction.

"Not enough, my mate!" he whispered. "Not nearly enough."

Then he began to move.

"Oh," I cried out. "Oh!"

My head whipped uncontrollably on the bed and my back arched up towards him. Bending low, he latched onto one of my nipples and began to pull so hard that I feared that he would devour me.

He slowly pulled out of me and I feared for a moment that my body would refuse to let him go, so tight was he lodged inside of me. But I began to feel each and every bump and ridge of his magnificent member sliding out. I cried and gripped his shoulders when I feared he would leave me, but he withdrew only to the point that his massive head lay inside me. Looking down, he said one word: "Watch!"

He directed my head down and before my amazed eyes, I saw him pulling slowly out of me, to his large purple head, then gradually, inch by inch, push back in. I watched spellbound and catapulted to another level as he invaded my very being. Then his voice echoed throughout the room. He closed his eyes and commanded me, "Sing!"

"Ohhhh!" I sang out when, with one mighty thrust, he slammed himself home. White lighting shot through my now violently arching body and I burned.

Whimpering and totally out of control, my hands gripped his head, tearing at his hair and I raked his back with my nails.

"Yes, precious one, yes!" he groaned, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. He lowered his body over mine. I felt every brush as my diamond hard nipples raked his chest.

He pulled out and slammed himself fully inside me again. I began to babble as my brain was lost in a daze and my body began to twitch. Uncontrollably, I sank my teeth into his shoulder and he cried out against my neck, "Yes, bite me, scratch me, use me. I am yours, made for your pleasure."

His heated words pushed me to the limits of my endurance. "Please!" I pleaded as he again gave me one of his single pounding thrusts.

"Who am I?" he responded. "Say it! Who am I?"

"You are my mate!" I screamed as I felt the desired pentacle just out of reach!

"Yes!" he shouted. He lifted my right leg over his shoulder and slipped both hands under me to support my weight. With my hips cradled between his strong forearms, he began a tattoo of powerful concentrated thrusts that sent me reeling and knocked the breath out of my lungs.

"Say it again!" he demanded as his thrusts increased in speed and urgency, the sound of our slapping bodies filling the room.

"You are my mate!" I all but crooned as I absorbed the shock of his invasion and reveled in the feelings it evoked, but I felt the end approaching and tried to hold it back, tried to keep this wonderful heightened feeling going on forever!

"Yes! Take me!" I begged. A massive surge of fire swamped my body causing it to stiffen in his arms; then I felt my muscles greedily pulling, tugging at his hardness.

"Yes!" he shouted, joy suffusing his face.

I felt him swell larger than ever before. He began a series of short, extra hard strokes and then exploded within me.

Tears ran down my face. As one, we reached the limits of our endurance and collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweat dampened limbs.

Gently he eased my leg off his shoulder and he settled contentedly against me with a satisfied purr. He rested his head against my breast and seemed to go weightless in my arms.

Absently, I stroked his long damp hair, running strands of it through my fingers as my body twitched in aftershocks.

"You are my mate," I whispered.

He sighed with contentment. "As you are mine," his low voice responded. He took a nipple into his mouth and gently began to nurse, a strangely comforting feeling.

I don't know what will happen in the future, and I don't care. This wonderful being has claimed my body, touched my very soul, and for that, I am grateful.

Who could have predicted that a broken air-conditioner and a cherry moon would bring me so much joy?

Thank you, Aunt Lavina. You knew what you were doing when you left me this house and magnificent man.

He may have this unexplained ability to turn into a cat, and I still have a lot to learn about him, but hey, nobody's perfect.

Black and White

For Dennis – my all

I knew that we shouldn't be together. I am black and he is white, but then I forgot to care what others thought.

He was mine and I was his and that's all that really mattered.

I remember the day I first met him, bright blue eyes staring over the corner of my sketchpad, long blond hair resting in curls and waves upon his shudders.

"You look lost, little girl," he said, jokingly. I looked at him, amazed.

I had never seen such big man, such a tall man, such a blonde man. His hair was the color of spun gold with platinum streaks that joyously picked up rays of the sun. His eyes, those ever changing eyes, flashed down at me, first blue, then green, then gray, as if they were changing with his emotions. His face, with its perfectly straight nose and full bottom lip, was foreign to me, but it seemed familiar. He was like nothing and no one I had ever met before, but I instantly knew that I had found what I had been searching for.

"Not lost," I managed to say, an uncommon blush spreading up my cheeks as I fought an incredible urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. "Not lost at all."

He smiled at me, the biggest brightest smile I had ever seen.

"Coffee?" he asked, nodding towards a small café across from the statuary that I was drawing. He offered me his hand.

It was a large hand, pale and with long thick fingers and short buffed nails. He looked down at me, uncertain as to if I would accept or tell this white boy to beat it. That vulnerability in his eyes touched something deep within me. I reached for his hand.

It enveloped mine, this large pale hand. It totally surrounded mine with a dry soft heat. It sent shivers down arm and across my spine. Was someone walking on my grave, or was it that I had finally met my destiny?

We drank coffee, his with sugar and milk, and mine black and strong.

He laughed at that. His voice rumbled like thunder and shot waves of awareness through my body. I was enthralled, I was entranced, and I was falling in love.

He paid for the coffee over my objections, and asked if I would walk with him.

"Where?" I asked.

"To the stars, beyond the moon, to the park over there," he laughed, pointing to a small-secluded square of grass and trees in the midst of the city.

"My Lady," he bowed, then placed his hand on my lower back.

His hand covered me completely. I was stunned that he was so large! When we where sitting and talking, he seemed so average to me, but when he placed his hand on my back, I knew that I was with a giant – a gentle giant.

As we walked, his aroma wafted over to me. Not his cologne, mind you. He was wearing that, but it was the musky sent beneath his cologne that grabbed my attention. He smelled new and light, like clean ocean air with a hint of smoke and animal lust. I inhaled deeply, praying that he wouldn't turn and catch me sniffing him like a dog about to mark its territory.

At the park, he hefted his pack from his shoulder. A tinkling sound drew my attention before he sat. I looked and had another shock delivered. There was a pair of bright silver handcuffs attached to one strap.

"Does it bother you?" he asked, noticing where my attention suddenly was.

"Depends on if you're a cop or not," I answered. Dark fantasies flooding my brain. Would he allow me to cuff him? Would I allow him to bind me? But this relationship was only hours old, much too soon to be thinking those thoughts.

"I am not a cop," he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. "But I know what I like. If that makes you uncomfortable..." He let the sentence hang.

After a moment, the light dimmed a bit in his eyes as I said nothing. Just as I realized that his large muscles were bunching in preparation for leaving, I placed my hand on his arm.

"Stay," I said. Then I looked down.

His arm looked so pale against my golden skin. I had never really noticed a difference before, but with me touching him, the obvious differences between us were apparent.

He looked down too, and smiled at the contrast.

"We complement each other, I think," he said as he looked into my eyes. Brown met an ever-changing rainbow of cool colors. His eyes were flipping again from blue to gray to green. I was lost in their depths.

We made arrangements to meet later that night for a real date. I was nervous and he was too, but we managed to tell each other about ourselves. I was a painter and a writer; he was an engineer. We were both young and starting out, had experienced several relationships that went nowhere, and we both were surprised by this instant attraction.

"I have never dated a black woman," he admitted as we danced on a postage sized dance floor after dinner. "You are just so damn beautiful, I had to come over and see if you were real."

I laughed and lay my head against his broad shoulder. He still smelled of the sea and of man.

"Well, I have never dated someone of the Caucasian persuasion," I laughed. "And I still don't think that you're real."

"I'm real enough," he said, his eyes turning a deep green as he pulled my hips into his.

I felt his bulge – not a knot, or a lump, but a bulge! All the rumors I had heard over the years about white guys were proven false as he pulled me tighter against him.

"Really real," I all but purred as the heat of him seared me through my dress.

"But it's too soon for that," he said as he reluctantly let me go. He escorted me back to the table, paid the bill, then walked me home.

"I had fun tonight," he said as we reached my door. "I want to do this again.

"Me too," I replied, looking up into his exciting face and wondering if he was going to kiss me.

"May I?" he asked, as if he were reading my mind.

I nodded and his lips lowered to mine. His soft full lips parted my own in a gentle caress as his tongue slipped out to lap at the corners of my mouth.

I moaned at the gesture and his arms surrounded me, pulling me closer into his embrace. Then his lips parted mine, and his taste exploded in my brain.

He was sweet – minty and sweet – like an exotic fruit. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his facile tongue as it danced in my mouth, learning my taste, leaving an undeniable mark. Before I could stop them, my hands were buried in his hair, tugging at the soft long strands that twined around my fingers, taking on a life of its own.

Never had I felt something so soft and fine! It wasn't like satin; it was like raw silk, and the feel of it tickled my fingers, awakening nerve endings that I never knew existed.

He liked it too. He emitted a deep groan that vibrated throughout my body, making me tingle and itch.

I wanted to pull him into my apartment and damn the consequences, but he pulled back.

"I think something has started here," he said as he dropped tiny kisses along my slightly swollen lips. "Something has started and I don't want to end it."

Before I could answer, he urged me into my apartment and stood there until I locked the door. As I watched through the peephole, he turned, adjusted the fit of his pants, and stiffly walked away.

That was the beginning.

What soon followed were dates that seemed magical to me. I pestered him into walking along the Inner Harbor while he cajoled me into going to late night movies and greasy diners.

Arm in arm, we walked, daring anybody to make a comment on our burgeoning love, damning the consequences! A few unkind individuals shouted epitaphs that made him angry, but I was an expert at cooling his temper and ignoring the ignorant.

Once, when some joker called to him, "How much for the whole night?" I thought I would have a riot on my hands! He would allow no one to insult me. He said that I was too perfect to let stupid people put their hang-ups on me, and he meant it.

We dated for weeks, my desire for him building, growing stronger each day, but always he played the perfect gentleman. Passionate kisses and intense petting was all that he would allow! I thought that I was going to be the first woman to spontaneously burst from unfulfilled desire, or that I would attack him, before the call.

"What are you wearing?" he asked.

It was almost midnight and my blood was still singing from his earlier visit, the memory of his hands caressing the secret places of my body making my body hot and wet.

"Clothes," I returned, still a bit miffed that he called everything off when I was finally making headway.

"Smart ass," he laughed, and I was forced to grin on the phone.

"But you like it," I purred.

"You have no idea," he sighed. "But baby, I can't resist you any longer. What are you doing tomorrow and the next day?"

"Taking cold showers," I giggled. Tomorrow was Saturday and for the whole weekend, I had nothing planned.

"Pack a bag," he murmured in his deep, clear voice. "Just bring a change of clothes to wear home. You won't need anything else."

I sat there stunned, the phone clutched tightly in my hand.

"Hello?" he said, laughter in his voice.

"I'm here," I managed, my mind focused on the mysterious bulge between his legs that I never had the pleasure of meeting up close and personal.

"We are going to the ocean," he informed me. "After tonight, I just couldn't take anymore torture, and you are the sweetest torture known to man. I must have you; I have to drown myself in you. Say that you want me, that you'll go with me, come with me."

"Yes," I breathed. "It's about time. I thought that I would never wear you down."

"I just wanted it to be special," he said. "I'm bringing the handcuffs."

It was a warning and an invitation.

"You do that," I purred, mentally envisioning him chained to a bed for a few days. "You bring them, baby, and we'll see what we can do with them."

Bright and early the next morning, there was a knock at my door. My nerves jumped and all senses were on alert! I knew that it was my man. My man! I loved the sound of that.

I opened the door and saw that he was dressed for the beach. He wore a pair of long denim shorts that showed his muscular thighs and solid calves. His arms in the black muscle shirt he wore were exposed to perfection. His body was beautiful!

"You look good enough to eat," he sighed as he bent low to take a quick kiss from my lips. "Too bad we don't have enough time."

I blushed as his meaning crystallized in my mind, but it also made me shiver with anticipation.

Soon we were in his car traveling to the shore. He talked about inconsequential things and, as our hands brushed together when he shifted gears or rested on the seat between us, new waves of desire washed over me. I could feel the crotch of my panties dampen with the wet evidence of my desire.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually only three hours, we arrived at our destination.

My blond Adonis had not rented some cramped hotel room; he had gotten us a cabin on the bay.

I looked around in awe as he popped the trunk and carried our belongings inside. The place was constructed of wood and seemed to blend into the forest behind it. A deck overlooked the bay and stretched the width of the back of the place. Windows that would let in natural light surrounded it, and from the looks of the chimney, I decided that there was a large fireplace inside.

"Chicken?" he asked as he opened the door and effortlessly lifted me from the seat.

"Amazed," I returned as I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his heat grow with his breathing, smelling the passion that now clung to his skin.

"You will be," he said as he entered the cabin and kicked the door closed.

I didn't get to see much of the living room, for he walked straight through and deposited me onto a large four-posted bed in the master bedroom.

"I have to have you!' he said. He began working the buttons on my simple sleeveless shirt. "I want to see you under me, begging me for more, crying for my touch."

I moaned as I lifted my hands to help, but he brushed them away.

"I do it all," he said as he tossed the shirt aside.

With a low moan, he lowered his head to the cleavage exposed by my lace and air bra, and inhaled deeply.

"Your scent has been driving me mad!" he growled as his trembling finger toyed with the front clasp of my bra. "I want to touch you, taste you, feel you, fuck you, and love you."

I shivered in response to his words and buried my hands in that glorious mane of hair. I wanted what he wanted, but I couldn't make my throat work! I showed my approval by tugging on his hair and pulling him closer to me.

First came the kisses – gentle kisses – as he worked his way down my body, easing me back on the bed.

My skin tingled and I had to open my eyes to watch my taking. The contrast between our flesh tones again excited me. The sight of his long gilt hair trailing over my skin heated my blood. The feel of him was heaven and hell mingled into one.

When he reached the waistband of my shorts, he quickly unsnapped the cloaking cotton and, with a shout of delight, they too were cast aside.

I lay before him in my skimpy black panties and my lace bra, and I wondered what he would do next.

He looked up at me – really looked at me – and then his lips eased into a slow sexy smile.

"You are beautiful," he breathed. Just those three words and my heart melted.

"Let me see you," I breathed with stars that I could feel shining in my eyes. "I want to see you, all of you."

"No." He shook his head as his hands reached for the front closure of my bra. "Not yet. Not until I see you naked and wanting me. You have no idea how much I need you," he said as the clasp popped and the material slid to the sides of my full breasts. "I want you to want me as much as I want you."

"I do!" I moaned, but then his eyes dropped down to my dark nipples and his breath caught in his throat.

"You look like blood red roses," he finally panted, his eyes turning a deeper shade of green. "I want to taste."

Before I could stop myself, my hands were cupping my breasts, lifting them in invitation, begging him to sample me.

Suddenly, his mouth was wrapped around one nipple and I cried out at the heat he generated.

His soft wet mouth encased me and he shuddered as he began to flick at me with the tip of his tongue. Fire exploded with every caress. He bent closer and started a gentle, almost teasing suction. His long silky hair brushed against my exposed skin and absently I lifted myself closer to its touch, enjoying the contrast between cool hair and hot mouth.

Breaking away from me, he blew tingling air across my hardened flesh, making me clutch at his head and tug at his hair. He zeroed in on my other nipple. This one received the same delicate treatment until I fell back to the bed, arched my back and begged him for more.

But instead of granting my request, he licked gently downward towards my navel.

I giggled at this. I am terribly ticklish, but he quickly stopped.

"Something amuses you?" he asked, leering at me for all that he was worth.

I couldn't help it; I broke down in peals of laughter! He looked adorable with his mussed hair and boyish grin! He was making me so very happy!

"I have something that will take that smile off of you face!" He waggled his eyebrows at me, delighting in my sense of humor. In a calculated dive, he whipped my panties down my hips and off of my legs.

I stopped laughing; I was so stunned! How had he managed that? I looked up at him just in time to see him raise that little scrap of lace and cotton to his nose and inhale deeply.

That was the most erotic thing that I had ever seen! He had a beatific smile on his face, as if he had just had a glimpse of heaven. He tossed them over his shoulder and onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

"You smell divine," he purred. "But I want to be at the source."

My eyes widened. I had never had a man … well … go down on me. And that was exactly what he wanted to do. He looked from my heaving breasts with their glistening nipples down to my womanhood and slowly licked his lips.

"I have never, I mean, no one has ever…" I stammered, growing moist at the thought despite my uncertainty.

"Then I will be the first," he growled as he whipped his shirt over his head. "I want your taste on my tongue and I will have it."

My whole body quivered at the thought! Could I open my legs and let this man – this handsome man – this gorgeous giant of a man – stick his tongue ... there?

I was given no choice!

He knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles and, with a squeak, pulled me to the edge.

Strong hands parted my thighs and for a moment, I felt cool air on the whole of my privacy. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but his shoulders kept them apart. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You are so beautiful here," he breathed, inhaling me deeply. "You are a deep fuchsia surrounded by gold."

I felt his fingers part me and I jerked, so intense were the feelings. There were his big thick fingers parting the most secure part of myself, so that he could have free access to me.

I arched my hips, wanting more of his touch, as shudders racked my body.

"Baby, you are so wet that you are glistening. Let me, baby! It'll be so good, so good, so damn good."

As he spoke, his head lowered increasingly until I felt his hot breath right against me.

"You smell incredible," he breathed across my straining clitoris. His tongue lashed out and delivered the sweetest, hottest stroke known!

"Oh!" I cried out, sinking deeper into the mattress.

"Oh," he echoed as his tongue returned for another foray. "You taste too good." He lowered his head and buried it between my legs.

"Oh shit!" I gasped as I felt his tongue circle and stab at my clit. Never had I felt anything like this! For a second, I marveled that his mouth could bring me so much pleasure. He began licking me as if I was some sweet treat that he was enjoying.

My hands reached down and fisted in his hair as he continued with his long steady strokes. I sifted through his hair, massaged his scalp and urged him onward.

I didn't know the proper etiquette for this oral love, but I figured that the best place for my hands was holding him closer to me, and the best place for my legs was wrapped around his head so that he couldn't get away!

He growled his approval as he felt my soft thighs clamp around his head. In fact, his hands began to gently massage them, adding a new layer of sensation.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" I cried as his tongue again centered on my swollen nub.

With his teeth, he gently grabbed me at it's base and began a light suction that shot fire through my body, making my hardened nipples beg for any touch, and making me see stars behind my closed eyes.

With a cry, I jerked one hand from his head and plucked at my own nipple! I didn't care if he saw me! I needed this stimulation! I was drawing close to the edge and I wanted to fall over!

He stopped caressing my thigh and one hand snaked upward towards my free breast while the other joined his mouth in driving me insane with desire!

I felt that hard thick digit run gently over my lower lips. I whimpered as he gently stroked a finger through my wetness, spreading it around and teasing my feminine opening.

"I'm gonna make you fly," he whispered against me a second before he again latched onto my clit while slamming one finger deep inside.

My body almost lifted completely off the bed! My legs began to tremble and I screamed as I felt his thick finger spear deep inside me.

"Damn baby, you're hot!" he growled. He lapped up my cream, which seemed to run free over his penetrating hand. "And wet," he crooned as he drank of my essence.

I managed to lift my head enough to look down, and almost screamed again as I saw his blond head buried between my legs! Never had I seen anything more beautiful! It wasn't because of our contrasting colors, although that was arousing; it was because he was doing this for me! He was bringing me fulfillment, loving me, eating me, because he wanted my pleasure.

"Oh GOD!" I wailed as a surging wave of sensation flooded over me, slamming my body back onto the bed, shooting lightening down my legs, making me buck wildly beneath him. "I'm going to come!"

"Do it baby," he cried, adding another finger to the first, stretching me, sending extra stimulation to the place where I needed it most!

His fingers found a little spot that made me twitch and jump. "Oh!" I shrieked and began to move against him, forcing myself against his face and demanding that he give me more.

"That's the hot button," he purred and began a gentle assault on my G spot.

It was too much! I arced back my head and screamed as the waves came crashing down! I felt my inner walls clench and grope at his fingers, and that only increased the waves of orgasmic releases flowing through my body!

I shivered and moaned as the convulsions continued, as he kept lapping at me, stroking me, until I became still and accepting.

"That was beautiful, baby," he murmured. He lifted his head and I shuddered, aroused again by the sight of his face, shiny with my juices.

"You taste divine."

Not knowing how to respond, I lifted my arms to him, to my pleasure giver, and pulled him close to me.

Tentatively, he placed his lips against mine, and I greedily kissed him, tasting me and him combined.

With a groan, he thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth, playing with mine as I savored the combined tastes of raw sex. I liked it!

Soon my legs were wrapped around his denim-clad hips and I was hungry for more.

"Not yet," he said, untangling himself from me and reaching for the bag he placed bedside. "I have a surprise for you."

I was back to imagining handcuffs again! But I found the idea more appealing this time around. Maybe it was because I trusted him more, and now my body knew that pleasure was to be had at his hands.

He emerged from his delves into the bag with two silk scarves in a warm floral print and a jar of ... lubricant?

"Just what are you planning on doing with that?" I asked, eyes on the jar.

"Not what you're thinking," he laughed as he bent down to give me another one of his intoxicating kisses.

"Then what?" I asked, curious now that the first wave of desire had passed.

"Extended love play always requires extra lubrication," he informed me in his best engineer's voice.

"Extended?" I asked confused. I have never had a problem in the moisture department, and I wondered why I would need it.

"Extended," he assured me with another wicked leer. "Trust me?" he asked, holding up the scarf.

"Yes," was my reply. I trusted him to take care of me, to bring me more pleasure, to teach me things that I had been too frightened to learn.

"Give me your hand."

Soft silken restraints were attached to first one, and then my other wrist, and they were gently drawn above my head and tied to the headboard.

This position arched my back deeply, thrusting up my breasts for his enjoyment.

"My golden brown princess," he purred as he stood back and observed me trussed to the bed.

Strangely, I had never felt so beautiful! I was suddenly on display for the man I wanted, the man I loved, and it felt right. I arched deeper, watching his eyes turn a deep dark green and his face flush with heat.

"Come to me," I purred, feeling the power I held even while restrained.

As if in a trance, he unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to the floor.

I began to strain against the bindings – not to get away, mind you, but to free my hands so that I could touch him!

His wide chest narrowed into a small waist and slim hips. A thin mat of soft looking dark gold hair covered his chest, then narrowed down to a thin arrow that pointed right to ... GOODNESS!

I had never seen anything like this before! His was a tall, thick, pink shaft crowned with a heart-shaped plum-colored head. Never had I seen anything more beautiful, more masculine, bigger, that his erect cock.

It had to be at least nine inches of the most incredible part of a man's body that ever existed! And it was all mine!

"Now," I whimpered telling him that I was again ready! More than ready, in fact! I could feel my juices running down my empty opening and moistening the sheets below me.

"Not yet," he teased as he watched lust take control of my body once more.

"When?" I asked, twitching in my bindings as I imagined the feel of his hard flesh beneath my hands.

"Soon, because I can't take much more," he promised as he reached for the jar of lubricant and popped open the cap.

Fascinated, I watched him scoop out a finger full of the clear gel. He closed his eyes and began to stroke the slippery substance onto his rod.

His breathing sounded harsh in the silent room and he bit his bottom lip in concentration as he coated his skin.

"I could do that," I offered.

His dark green eyes suddenly snapped onto me. "And I wouldn't last fifteen seconds," he groaned, his hand caressing his hard flesh. "That's the reason that you're tied down baby! You are too much to take, set free for the first time."

As he spoke, he approached the bed slowly on sure feet. I trembled as he climbed up beside me. I longed to reach out and touch him, but my hands could only twitch in their bindings as he drew closer and closer to me.

I whimpered as I felt his heat. It was warmth that I knew I could only find with him. The next thing that hit me was his scent. His musky smoky odor was strong, and I inhaled it, enjoying it, knowing that soon our scents would be intertwined.

Shivering, he loomed over me, straddling my hips, and his hands cupped my breasts.

"These are lovely," he said from beneath half closed eyes. "They are so soft and they taste so good," he purred. "And they are mine! Aren't they?"

"Yes!" I gasped at the feel of his fingers rolling and pinching my breasts.

With a satisfied grunt, he slid down until he rested between my spread legs. Smiling that wicked smile, he lifted my legs and placed them around his waist.

"And this, your beautiful golden pussy, is that mine as well?"

"As long as you take good care of it," I gasped.

His skin felt incredible against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. His legs were lightly hairy, just enough to create a delicious friction that made my nipples strain into diamond hard buttons.

"I'll take care of it," he smirked before he reached for the jar of lubricant and again withdrew a generous amount.

"I don't need..." I began, but I sucked in a deep breath as he parted my lower lips and began to apply the lubricant.

It was warm! I had never had this done to me before, but I found that I liked the feel of my natural wetness combining with the warm gel as he massaged and protected my most delicate of skin.

"Prolonged love play." He bent low to murmur in my ear. "Very prolonged, starting now."

Without warning, he slammed his full length inside of me!

"Yes!" I screamed. I felt myself stretch to hold his whole length! I knew that if he had tried that with just my own wetness, it never would have worked without both of us being in serious pain.

"Yes, baby," he purred. "Want me!"

Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he looked down and shuddered as he watched himself begin to make slow, deep thrusts within me.

I cried and whimpered in joy as I felt the slow drag of him within my walls. I could feel every hard vein and bump as he slowly dived in and pulled himself free of me.

My body strained to meet his thrusts, but I could not break free from the scarves.

"You are so hot, and wet, and so damn tight," he growled, his face contorting into a mask of pained pleasure.

Then his hands were on my breasts, shaping and plumping them, his fingers pulling at my nipples.

"More!" I demanded. I felt waves of pleasure began to saturate my body, starting at the tight hot place where we were joined. "Please, more!"

"Yes baby, yes!" he moaned, tossing his head back and arching his neck. "I'll give you more. I'll give you everything that I've got!"

Then his hands were beside mine on the headboard and I found myself almost bent double.

"Oh!" I shivered as he leaned over me. "YES!" I screamed as he began a vigorous pumping with his hips!

"Come for me baby," he groaned His hunter green eyes bore down into my own. "I need you to come for me."

Gripping my bindings, I found some leverage and slammed myself back towards him, matching his rhythm.

His eyes widened in surprise, then closed as quivers started shaking his body.

Faster and faster he pistoned me, pounded into me, until little grunts exploded from his throat.

"Oh, yes!" he growled as he changed the angle of penetration. Suddenly he was not only sliding against my swollen clitoris, but also pressing against that secret spot deep within me.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Please yes!" I screamed as I felt myself building, being forced to a higher plateau. Release was within my grasp and with everything in me I lunged towards it!

"YES!" I yelled as suddenly tension broke and I was sent hurtling through space, away from my body and into the vast richness within!

"Yes!" he echoed as he slowed his motions. "I can feel every damn one of them," he panted as my inner muscles pulled and sucked at his hardness.

But he wasn't done.

Lowering my legs as the last of my spasms approached, he suddenly bent over me and latched onto one hard nipple.

"Again," he muttered. He sucked me deep and hard into his mouth.

As if reacting to his attention, my inner chamber tightened around his hardness again and I moaned in startled delight.

He began to swirl and circle his hips.

"Oh God," I moaned as he began a rough/hard grinding inside and against me. I tried to pull my hands free to grasp that gyrating butt of his, but the scarves held me fast.

His mouth drew rhythmically upon me, creating new tension and forcing my desire to explode anew. Against my control, my hips began to counter his movements.

"Yes, baby," he purred, letting go of my nipple with a pop. "Take it! Take it all! This cock is yours, baby. All yours!"

"Mmm," I moaned, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. Never had I been loved like this before! He was ravishing me, claiming, me, taking me higher than I had ever been! And I loved it!

His head moved to my other nipple and I arced my back to grant him easier access. He moaned his approval and rewarded me by giving me short little jabs with his manhood.

I whimpered! I wanted more!

Sensing this, he placed his hands beside my head and rose above me.

"Ready to fly?" he asked, his mouth a bit slack with passion, his eyes dilated and glazed.

"Yes, please!" I gasped, straining to meet his every move.

"Then let's soar!" he whispered. He slid his hands beneath my bottom and tilted me to yet another angle.

He bent low to deliver one last tongue-teasing kiss before his hips began long hard slams into me!

I closed my eyes, tossed my head back and began to scream! I couldn't help it! Almost painful jolts of fire slammed into my sensitive skin as he pounded into me. Sweat glistened on our skin as he drove to a grand finish!

My inner walls gripped and quivered under his assault, feeling every inch of him, triggering a final mind-blowing release!

Suddenly, everything went still! For a moment, I could see everything, smell the rich scents of our sex that surround the bed, hear his panting breaths and his cries of surrender. I was one with everything, and I was nothing! My whole body had become the orgasm!

"YES!" I shrieked as suddenly everything crashed down! Hot waves of desire and completion ravaged my body, tossing me and turning within the bounds of the silken restraints as well as the fleshy cave of his arms.

"Dear God!" I heard him bellow. His back arched so far that I thought his spine would crack! His face flushed a bright red and his eyes shot open to bore into mine!

For a moment – that single moment – we were one! One is the agonizing pleasure of a cataclysmic release, and for that one moment, we understood each other perfectly. There was no he, no she, only us. And that was all that mattered.

As the release finely eased, he melted against me. I longed to hold him in my arms, but I was still bound.

"Hey," I whispered – all that my throat was able to produce. "Release me."

With trembling hands, he reached up and clawed at the knots until first one, then the other hand was free.

I gave him no time to attend to the slight markings on my wrists, for in a flash, my arms were around him, caressing that glorious soft-hard skin of his back, massaging and comforting my man.

He raised his head for a kiss and I saw that tears were forming in his now sky blue eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you," he confessed. He closed his eyes and dropped a little kiss on my swollen lips,

I snuggled as close to him as I could, loving the feel of his hair-roughened chest rasping against my nipples and the slight abrasives of his legs as they entwined with mine.

Taking his face between my hands, I raised his eyes to mine. Tears fell unheeded down my face as I stared into the eyes of the man that I had grown to depend on, that I had grown to trust – the man I wanted with every fiber of my being. His eyes searched mine and he smiled as he read the truths contained there.

"I love you too," I whispered. I pulled his mouth down to mine. "Besides," I continued as we broke off the kiss. "You still haven't shown me what you do with those handcuffs!"

That earned me another deep passion-soaked kiss!

And it was all that mattered. It was enough! Whatever lies in the future, we will face together, both knowing that it won't be easy.

But, as I said, it is enough!

Genie in a Bottle

"Why do I always get stuck in this store?" Kari grumbled as her sister's voices faded into the distance.

Stuck as usual on matting night, Kari had been elected by her older sisters to stay home and clean up her half of the shop. Of course, her half included any and all old useless bits of junk that sometimes came with an acquired shipment of jars and bottles that her sisters frequently bought and refurbished for resale. Each sister was responsible for her own sales and therefore her own money.

Not knowing that her sisters always voted to keep her in the shop because they were afraid that her exotic beauty would prevent them from attracting a choice mating partner, Kari languished alone and unsatisfied at home. Her sable colored hair and expressive hazel eyes made her stand apart from all of her red haired, green eyed sisters, and had caused quite a stir among the men before the incident.

"I really hate them, sometimes," she muttered to herself as she grasped a particularly ugly vase and began to take her frustrations out on it with the polishing cloth.

"Why do I get stuck here all alone, anyway? I wish I had the perfect lover and friend to spend my days with, the perfect man to keep for the rest of my life."

Almost as the words left her mouth, there was a strange popping sound in the air and a sudden rise in the temperature.

Looking around to see if the air cooler was filled with cold water and functioning correctly, her face slammed right into a wall of solid male flesh – solid naked male flesh.

Before she could recover, a low, sinister voice proclaimed, "You have called me; I have come."

"I did?" she questioned as she pulled her nose out of that chest and took a few steps backwards.

Yup, there he was.

Another genie, just like the one who caused all of this mating night disaster in the first place, but at least this one was good looking.

Skin the color of rich coffee and cream covered this one from head to bare toes. His head was completely bald and it accented his perfectly shaped head. His eyes were a sharp gold that reflected the dim light in the room and perfectly matched the prerequisite tiny gold hoop in his left ear. His stubborn chin drew attention to his generous mouth – a mouth that now looked annoyed.

"What do you want?" she cried crossly, recovering from her shock.

"Well, you called me didn't you? You are the one who made that damn wish with that damn ugly bottle. What do you want me to do first? And make it quick! I have other things to see to!"

"What nerve!" Kari exclaimed as she slammed her hand down on her hips in anger. "It was one of you guys who granted that mad woman a wish in the first place! Only an idiot would think that the world would be a much better place with all the women being allowed to mate only once a month! Like some people's preoccupation with sex is the reason why so many relationships fail! Like it was our fault that her husband started cheating on her! And only an idiot would let something like that happen! I mean, who in their right mind would let the men become trapped in some sort of sexless limbo until we reach that one-month date? Only a dumb genie, that's who! For goodness sakes, you should see them flocking to the mating-night dance, all of them trying to get laid! And one of you guys is responsible for this disaster!"

With a sniff, she turned her back to the surprised looking man and began sorting through the other bottles and jars left in her box.

"That was a political genie!" he groused. "I am a different thing all together."

"So fix it!" she cried out, not even turning in his direction.

"I can't. You can't tamper with another genie's magic. Besides, like I said, I am a different thing all together."

"Oh yeah? Then what kind of genie are you? I mean, I didn't even know that you guys came in categories. Let me guess. You are a mechanical genie, come to build the perfect male replacements for those impotent fools that the women are all flocking to chose from. Or better yet, you are the moral genie, come to take our one-month treat away! I've got news for you buster; I haven't had my one-month treat in over two years! Listen and learn, magic boy, I don't need a genie in my life!"

"I think that you do," he muttered as he took a step closer to Kari. "I can feel the frustration in you, and it's a good thing too!"

"Why?" she demanded, turning back to face him, this time admiring his naked body.

"Because I am a sexual genie."

Kari's mouth dropped open. She shook her head as if she wanted to clear it of an obstruction that was altering her hearing. "Excuse me, but did you say sex genie?"

"Yes!" he smirked as he took another step closer to her. "You requested the perfect man and the perfect lover, so here I am." He spread out his arms and her eyes dropped to his crotch.

Oh mama, was he a perfect ten!

A perfect ten inches!

Kari gasped as she took in his massive proportions and other attributes. His thighs were like two large pillars of firm brown flesh. His small waist seemed too insignificant to hold up such a broad chest. His shoulders and arms were built for power! Everything about him spoke of his mastery of his supple body.

"And when you bring your eyes up to my face and look at me, you will see that I'm really serious."

"Holy cow!" Kari exclaimed as she took in the sight of her new servant. He was defiantly buff and dark and just plain gorgeous!

"So I get the three wishes and poof, you're gone, but all the wishes have to be sexual in nature, right?" she gleefully asked while rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

"Not exactly." He calmly burst her bubble. "I'm here for the duration, kid." He lowered his hands and a tented loincloth appeared.

"The duration?" she asked, a small frown crossing her face.

"Until death do us part, baby cakes!" he smirked.

"But why?" she wailed. Having a few sexual fantasies fulfilled would hurt no one, but to be responsible for this ... this man for the rest of her life was unthinkable!

"Because I can only be the perfect man for one person, toots. That's the rules. You wished for the perfect man and the perfect lover, so now I only operate for you. What do we do first, lover?"

"That can't be right!" she cried out in dismay. "I don't know what to do with a man!"

'If that's your problem, babycakes, then you'd better be happy that I was the genie that you awakened."

"I know what to do with a man, magic boy," she retorted. "I just don't know what to do with you!"

"Taste me. Test me. See if I can fulfill your wish, oh mouthy one. Then you can decide what to do from there. But let me warn you, you wished for me forever, and I'm not going away."

That effectively shut her up. She did open her fool mouth and make that wish, so she was stuck with the big guy.

"Do I have a choice?" she asked desperately, her eyes almost pleading.

"Of course you do!" he reassured her, gently patting her on the shoulder. "You get the top or the bottom."

"UGH!" She shook his hand off her body, stormed out of the storeroom and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her as if she had just locked out all of her problems.

"You can't get rid of me that easily," a deep voice whispered in her ear from behind.

"EEK!" she shrieked as she jumped around to see her Sexual Genie reclining on her bed.

"This is a nice springy sleeping surface, Oh Great Mistress. Perfect for doing the mattress mambo!"

"I didn't invite you here!" she angrily cried out. "I don't even know what to call you!"

"I don't have a name, toots. I am your perfect sexual partner so you name me. And don't give me a stupid name like Lance, or Steel, or Rock. I hate that stuff. And I don't answer to baby. I have to draw the line somewhere, and cutsie names is it."

"You don't have a name?" she asked, suddenly struck by what he said. "You don't have a name of your own?"

"No. I am a sexual genie. Women call me what they want to. Nobody has ever used me for more than the standard three wishes, so a permanent name isn't necessary. You, on the other hand, called me for a lifetime, so I figure a name might make it a bit easier on us both."

"Okay, one problem at a time," she decided as she sat at the foot of the bed. "You need a name. Derek? No. Eric?" She looked over at him and almost laughed at the comical face he was making. Eric was defiantly out. "Um, Chase?"

"Too unbelievable!" he replied. "Who would want to scream out 'Chase' in a fit of sexual ecstasy? Sounds like someone giving commands to a dog."

"Okay, Chase is out. Anthony?"

"Do I look like an Anthony?"

"Anthony's out! Oh, I know. Rod!"

"Don't make me laugh!" he laughed. "Please come up with something that won't send us both into fits of laughter. Laughter at certain times during the sexual experience is detrimental to your reaching multiple orgasms."

"Multiple?" she squeaked.

"Multiple," he assured her, looking confident in his abilities.

"How about Lucas."

"Lucas." He tested the word on his tongue. "Yes, Lucas will do nicely. You can scream 'Luc' and I won't be paralyzed by a fit of laughter. Lucas it is."

"Great, Lucas, now that that is settled, what can we do about our situation?"

"This," he answered, a moment before he pounced.

Never before had a genie, let alone any other man, stripped her. He seemed to have hands everywhere! She felt her tunic melt away like warm honey, and the feeling caused her skin to tighten and tingle. She looked up into his handsome face and felt her anger melt away as her nipples tightened into almost painful points.

"What are you doing?" she nearly whimpered as the warm tingly feeling traveled down her spine and flared around my lower tummy.

"Awakening your nerve endings, and believe me, it's been quite a while since they were put to good use."

She slammed her mouth shut at his answer. It may be true, but that was no reason for him to get technical. Besides, almost every woman on this planet was in a state of disuse.

"Do you not remember what it felt like to lay in a lovers arms?" he asked, a funny expression on his face. "I am trying to read your body language, and you are almost virginal in your response to this stimuli!"

"Well. It's been quite a while," she muttered.

"How long?" He raised one dark eyebrow and she felt her blush deepen.

"Well, there was that one time about two years ago," she muttered to his chest, for her eyes had dropped when she saw the disbelief in his eyes.

"There is a mating night, you know," he stated with great authority.

"Of course I know that," Kari insisted, her blush going still deeper, making her ears tingle. How much blood rushing to the face can you take before your head exploded? "But as you can see, I always get voted to stay here by my sisters. I just can't pick up and leave the shop whenever I want."

He sat up then. She almost jerked him to her aching breasts, so much she craved the hard masculine press of his body. But she forced her hands to remain down by her side. She wondered what was going through his mind.

"Do you have wishes, dreams, fantasies?" he finally asked in a gentler tone of voice. "Have you ever wanted something so bad that you could almost taste it?"

Looking at his barely clothed body, she could honestly answer, "Yes," to his question. When he wasn't scowling or being ultra sarcastic, he was really very handsome, almost god-like in a way.

"Tell me." His voice sounded like the thickest, sweetest syrup, smooth and dark. It sounded of promises given, promises fulfilled, promises yet to be obtained.

"I don't know if I can," she whispered, her eyes dazing with the thought of having him make her dreams come true.

The touch of his skin against her glowing flesh was a shock that burned. She jerked her head up to see him lower his hot, hard body near hers. She said nothing as he lifted her naked form and positioned her to his liking on his hard thighs. Any protest she might have uttered was shocked out of her as he tenderly cupped her face and guided her timid eyes to his.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I want music," she whispered. "I want soft music and soft lights. I want to feel special."

With a wave of his hand, he transformed the cramped bedroom into a wide-open tent, complete with a wondrous view of a desert sunset. He touched her bed below her, causing her to moan with the feel of his shifting muscles, and suddenly her bed was gone, replaced by a low divan covered in silk scarves and pillows.

Soft gentle music drifted on the warm breeze that came from nowhere. All around them pulsed the lush sounds of nature that blended perfectly with her increased breathing as awareness of him intensified.

"Oh, wow," she breathed as she looked at the wonder that he had created. "This is amazing!"

"Is this to your liking, Little Shy One?" he asked as the wind gently shifted the gossamer fabric of the tent walls, drawing her eyes to its flowing movements.

"Yes," she breathed, beginning to enjoy this genie's power. It was wielded for her delight!

"What else do you wish?"

"Multiple orgasms!" Shocked that that those words had actually come from her mouth, she slammed her hands over the offending orifice.

But his laughter rang out overhead as he pulled her closer to his body. The hard muscles of his stomach quivered against her feminine heat, making her grit her teeth as a painful desire suffused her being. She could feel herself growing moist against his skin, and he felt it too, for he got a hard glint in his eyes just before he reached between their bodies and gently grazed her swollen flesh.

"That can be arranged, little one," he breathed against her mouth. "You are wet for me already," he purred as he took her mouth in a devastating kiss, forcing his tongue inside.

Groaning in eagerness, she returned the favor, inexperience forgotten as she parried and played the tip of her tongue over his. His mouth tasted of fresh crisp mint and the essence of man. She delved deeper for a bigger taste.

His moan of approval reverberated down her body, causing her to press her breasts against his large bare chest, to feel the vibrations better against her heaving breasts.

In an instant, the demanding lover was back. With an ease that showed his strength, he lowered her back to the divan and held himself over her, his thick arms trembling a little with the force of his desire.

"Where shall I start, little girl?" he asked. His chocolate eyes ran the length of her naked body. "You expect me to start here?" he said as he leaned down and quickly nipped at one nipple, laving away the small pleasure-pain with his tongue before she could protest.

"Or here?" he said, running his tongue down the length of her body, stopping to delve into her navel before continuing onward to the beginning of soft curls the shielded her womanhood.

"Or here?" he breathed as he nudged her legs apart and buried his face between her soft trembling thighs.

"Oh, I definitely think here," he murmured as he rubbed his face in her feminine curls.

"Oh, oh, oh," she wailed at this expected, yet unexpected, assault. She did not anticipate this oral act feeling so exhilarating! Her hand gripped the flexing muscles of his shoulders as he leaned in closer and buried his face in her molten heat.

"Try mmm, mmm, mmm," he corrected as he grasped her small clitoris between his teeth in a gentle grasp and hummed.

"Lucas!" she screamed. Her hips arched off of the bed. A tingling sensation in her womanhood burned every thought from her mind. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart by desire, and yet she wanted more!

"More?" he asked, his teeth releasing her and his tongue lapping over the distended nubbin of flesh. "Your wish is my command."

He cupped her bottom in his warm hard hands and squeezed while anchoring her against his hungry mouth.

She threw her head back as a fiery shaft of desire breached her quivering sex. His hands felt so good there, pressing into the sensitive cheeks of her bottom, his strength again amazing her as he lowered his head again and began to feast in earnest on the juices her body wept for him.

"Luuuuc," she gasped. His tongue darted around her nether lips. He laved each one as if they were succulent fruit that he had to taste and savor. His facile tongue darted all around, lapping up her essence that flowed like a river from her body.

"You taste divine," he murmured before burying his tongue inside of her as if to sample her at the source.

She squeaked as she felt his tongue laving her, penetrating her, pleasuring her beyond belief.

Her legs trembled as shafts of lightening streaked down and caused her toes to point. A rushing sensation filled her lower body and she felt a tingling, itching, burning sensation around her swollen clitoris. Soon the burning spread throughout her woman's mound and she felt her inner walls began to hum.

"Lucas, I think I'm … Luc, I..."

"Let go!" he growled against her, his hot breath bathing her, adding another element of pleasure.

She screamed as the vibrating tones of his voice forced her over the edge. Her inner walls gripped and pulsed and sent her flying into a climax that she never knew existed.

She whimpered as he continued to gently lick at her, keeping her climax alive, never letting her nerves rest even as he lowered her hips to the mattress.

"Not enough?" he panted. He suddenly rose above her and thrust two fingers deep inside.

"Oh!" she screamed as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate his thick fingers.

"Yes," he purred as he withdrew his fingers and plunged them in deeper, this time honing in on a spot that made her writhe on the bed, lost in sensations.

"You like this?" he asked. He began to thrust and rub his fingers against that hidden erotic spot.

"Yes," she moaned as again waves of passion gripped her. Her hips began to thrust in counterpoint to his heavy movements, increasing her pleasure and granting him easier access.

Her hands flew above her head as she braced her feet on the divan and spread her legs wider. She prayed that this pleasure would never stop, but then he lowered his other hand to grasp her clitoris.

"This is the fullest, most lush woman's seed that I have ever seen," he purred as he stroked and pinched at her flesh.

"Lucas?" she whimpered, begging for more, not knowing how this could get any better.

Leaning over, he pulled one ripe nipple into his mouth, savoring the feel as her flesh tightened even more within his mouth. Then he suckled hard, as if he meant to devour her!

It was too much! Again she felt that glorious burning sensation as her walls began to clasp and grip his fingers.

"Lucas!" she shirked as the pleasure warred within her body. Her mind went blank and her eyes drank in the sight of his glimmering body poised for conquest over her.

"Now penetration," he said as he released her nipple with a popping sound.

Kari moaned as her body trembled in its aftermath. Already her body was aching and trembling with his masterful possession, yet she still felt incomplete. She hungered for more that his fingers.

"Yes, Lucas," she breathed as she grasped his shoulders and tried to pull him down to her. She moaned as she felt his flesh, slick with his sweat, shift and dance beneath her fingers.

"My way, little one," he said. He eased out of her heat and reached above her for the pillows.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he tossed the plump bolsters on the carpeted tent floor.

He sat on the edge of the bed and shot her a wicked look. "Having you my way," he answered.

"Not before I get a chance to play," she demanded. She rose unsteadily to her knees and ran her fingers over his warm chest. "I have this reoccurring fantasy about licking a man all over. And not just any man – my man. Are you my man, Lucas?"

"I am what you want me to be," he answered as she climbed to the floor between his spread thighs and rested on her knees on top of the pillows.

"I want you to be hard and hot and hungry for me." She did not know where this strong demanding streak had come from, but it had always been a fantasy to love a man this way. She sighed as his hands sifted through her short hair, caressing and massaging her scalp.

"As you desire," he relented, and she bent her head low and caressed him with her tongue.

Lucas was the most well built man that she had ever seen, not that she had seen many, but she knew he was special. His hard male tool was covered in the most delicate soft skin she had ever felt. From base to tip, her two hands could not cover him completely. She marveled at the sight and sighed as he seemed to reach out to caresses.

She laved him as if he were some special treat before popping the thick head into her mouth. She felt his hands tighten in her hair.

"Please continue," he muttered. "I am at your disposal,"

She giggled a little as she ran her tongue over his tip and began to gently suckle. Her hand began to lightly squeeze and torment his length in waves. She looked up as he leaned back on his arms and gave himself over to her delicate exploration.

Her mouth pulled at him, tasting the slightly salty skin as she dropped one hand to carefully cup his sack. He shuddered and she sucked a little harder. Her other hand began to manipulate his length.

"Mmm," she groaned deep in her throat, returning his hummer as she tried to swallow as much of him as she could.

"Enough!" he cried. He gripped her by the waist and pulled her up.

She blinked as he lifted her to straddle his waist and pressed her shoulders back into the pillows.

"What…" she began, but her mouth closed with a snap as her hips, resting in his lap, were lifted and she found herself impaled on his hard length.

"You're not going to fit," she muttered at the almost painful stretching feel of him. She grabbed the backs of his muscular calves as he held her steady.

"I am made to fit you," he moaned in return. "Relax."

And with her gripping the flesh of his legs, he gently eased himself forward, cursing slightly at her tightness.

"Lucas," she gasped. Her position made him feel huge within her, yet she felt excitement too. She could lift her head and actually see him penetrating her.

"Feel good?" he asked as he eased forward a bit more, adding another inch to her feminine cave.

"Yes," she sighed. Her head whipped back at the sharp stabs of pleasure that were flowing through her body, centering on their joining.

"It'll feel better soon," he promised as he suddenly pulled her down and she surged up.

"Kari," he moaned as her body encased his full length.

Kari said nothing. She felt totally impaled, totally possessed by this skillful genie. He filled her as she had never been filled before. His staff seemed to pulse to the beat of his heart, making her muscles tighten and vibrate around him.

Without warning, he bent low, gripped her shoulders, and pulled her to a seated position astride her.

"Wrap your legs about my waist," he demanded.

Gleefully she complied and cried out in wonder as he slid even deeper inside her. "Why the strange beginning?" she panted, trying to control the feelings zinging through her body.

"So that you could see my possession and know that I am yours," he replied.

His smooth chest brushed against her straining nipples and they both sighed at the sensation.

"You are mine," she breathed. She cupped his beautiful face in her hands and pulled his mouth lower for a hot wet kiss.

"Then ride me like I belong to you. Take what you want!"

His words sapped any desire for her to let him lead this dance of love. Leaning back and placing her hands on his rock hard thighs, she tentatively rotated her hips. Her eyes slam shut at the intense pleasure it caused. She could feel him hot and heavy within her body, and she savored him.

His hands gripped her waist and he began a gentle counter motion, driving the pleasure deep within her grasping flesh.

"Harder," she moaned as she forced her body into a deeper rhythm.

"I hear and obey," he responded, gripping her tighter and beginning a series of short ramming thrusts.

The sound of slapping bodies and pleasure-filled moans packed the air around them. Lucas bent low and pulled one bobbing breast into his mouth, nibbling and sucking, increasing her delight.

Kari was mindless! She didn't know what to do with her hands. Her only urge was to move faster, harder, quicker, to ease the tightness in her body!

She released a keening wail as the pressure built up in her. Everything seemed to be pushing downward on his hard masculine rod thrusting deep within her as if to take possession of her very soul.

He released her nipple and she shivered as the warm air swirled around them, like their shared moans, like the smell of sex, like the taste of desire.

Suddenly, she arched her body and her head snapped back.

"Yes," he panted, his voice rough with command and controlled passion. "Come now, Kari! Come for me now!"

As if awaiting his command, her body exploded in a flash of gasping, clinging spasms!

"Lucas!" she screamed. Her inner walls caressed his penis, forcing the pleasure onto his, making him growl loudly as his release tore though him. They collapsed against each other, replete at last, limbs trembling and muscles exhausted.

Tremulous in the wake of such a meteoric orgasm, Kari barely heard the front door to the shop open or her sister's cheerful voices calling out to her.

Lifting her head in dismay, she rose to her feet and found ... her room was back to normal.

Gone was the large airy tent, the carpets and pillows, and the fantastic view of the desert. Also gone was the man who had made it all possible.

Still shaking her head at the disolvement of her fantasies, she absently assured her sisters that she was okay and yes, she would go on the next mating night.

"Was it a dream?" she asked aloud as she pulled on a robe from the back of her door.

She mentally took stock of her body, arms and legs barely able to support her weight, heart pounding, brain fuzzy, mouth filled with the musky taste of male flesh. The space between her thighs felt worn out and tender. If Lucas was a lust-induced fantasy, then she was as ugly as the little bottle that he had popped out of!

"Lucas?" she called softly. "Where are you?"

She sat on her bed when she didn't get an immediate response to her query.

"Lucas?" she called again, this time a bit louder.

"I am here, little one," he finally responded from right behind her.

She jumped about a foot in the air and quickly twisted to assure herself that her genie was real.

"Where did you go?"

"Away, in case your sisters decided to invite themselves in."

"Are you afraid of them?" she asked, eyes alight with mischief now that she determined that she was not insane and he was really hers for the keeping.

"I won't dignify that with a comment!" he answered. "But remember, I can be the perfect man for only one woman."

"Are you my perfect man?" she teased, easing him back against the pillows of her bed and snuggling into his large, deliciously naked form.

"Every night," he answered, and with a wave of his arm, her bed disappeared and was replaced by the pillow-strewn divan.

"Every night?" she asked, savoring the feel of his naked flesh as her robe vanished.

"Every night."

"When I'm a shrew?"

"Every night."

"When I'm not feeling well?"

"Every night."

"When I..."

"Did I not say every night?" he finally demanded, slamming his mouth over hers to shut her up.

"I think I'm gonna like having a genie," she purred as she returned the kiss with glee.

Finis

Contents

Friends and lovers

War Love

Cue Stick

Deflowered

Voyertese

Cat's Paws

Black and White

Genie in a Bottle

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