CENTRAL VIRGINIA-HOTEL
The Present
It was as though the heavens above had opened up and was venting its fury with wild winds, slashing rain, rolling thunder and forks of lightning piercing the Earth.
Regardless of the storm, it didn’t take Clarion long to slip into a twilight sleep. In moments he was back in another dream with the lass.
This dream took him, not to Greystone, but someplace else.
A stream was in front of him and the limbs of towering trees hung down low giving shade against the morning sun.
He saw the lass then. She was beautiful and bold as she stripped down with little regard to her surroundings.
At first, he thought she would wade into the cool waters, but instead she turned and looked right at him.
Could she see him? He wondered but quickly discarded the notion. That could not happen but even as he thought it, he felt himself hardening by the sight of her voluptuous body. He wanted her badly. And he thought if only he could have her, taste her, she would make the emptiness within himself that he had felt for the whole of his life, finally disappear. But as with most dreams, they were just that, dreams—never to be realized. But he decided he could certainly enjoy his dream or hers, he didn’t know which, while he was here.
Waiting to see what she would do next, he leaned back on his elbows, realizing only now that he was laying on his plaid and he was without his clothing as well. Briefly he wondered how that could be but then reminded himself that he was visiting her dream, or perhaps, one of his own. At this point, he wasn’t sure which but he could certainly enjoy the respite while it lasted.
As bold as she was beautiful, she said nary a word but walked over to him and knelt down at his side. Using both her hands, she pushed him back upon his plaid so he was laying on his back, staring up at the green canopy overhead.
The sound of rushing water and the fresh smell of cut grass invaded his dream as well, but he was too far in to care how real it all felt.
Letting the dream go where it may, he waited on bated breath to see what wonders he would unearth in this cerebral plane of want and desire.
Leaning forward, her long hair cascaded down into a curtain around his face as her lips slowly, yet purposefully, lowered to his.
Going along, he opened his mouth.
Her sweet tongue plunged deeply inside, tangling with his own.
Deepening the kiss, his hand slid over her heaving bosom, making her nipples pucker into tight little delectable buds.
Letting his mind take him farther into the dream, he broke from the kiss and helped her straddle his waist and to his amazement she went willingly.
Seated astride him, she ran her hands down over his chest, methodically investigating each scar, tracing the puckered lines with something akin to reverence.
This did not make a bit of sense to Clarion since by all accounts he had to be in his own dream now but that didn’t stop her from grasping his rigid erection and guiding it inside her body.
Nearly undone by this action, Clarion tried to reason why this was happening and wondered if it even mattered at this point.
Forcing himself to concentrate on the here and now, he went with the dream and helped her along as she impaled herself with his length.
This was so different from his previous dreams. This time he felt as though he may need to question his sanity, but then she began to move and all thought fled his mind. What did he care as to the whys of it all—he could do as he pleased—he thought—since it was still his dream…. or was it?
Placing his hands on her waist, he helped guide her as her body moved to a rhythm of her own making.
Delirious with desire, Clarion completely gave over to the moment and let his mind wander where it may.
His blood pumped hot and heavy through his veins as they gave and took from one another.
Rearing back, she braced her hands on his thighs, arching upward, moving faster, and faster—riding him.
Moans of pleasure tore from her throat as he slid his hand between her thighs and circled the delicate bud. She jerked against him, gasping in ecstasy.
Sitting up, Clarion pulled her closer and lowered his mouth to hers once more. He could taste the sweetness on her tongue, feel the softness of her lips…
But it wasn’t enough.
He wanted to be the one in control. He flipped her on her back and began his assault again. He kissed her lips, her neck, down to her breasts and took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled the delicate skin until it puckered into a tight bud.
She cried out and arched upward as he did this, which only encouraged him to release her nipple and move lower.
She writhed under him as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her belly and then lower to the juncture between her thighs where he placed his mouth and suckled the sweet nectar from inside her body.
In moments she was screaming in pleasure as he brought her to an explosive orgasm.
Clarion knew he could end his strange dream here and now but he didn’t want to. Positioning himself over the top of her, he braced his elbows on either side of her body and plunged deeply back inside her body with one forceful thrust.
The heat and wetness surrounding his length spurred him to move faster, pump harder as she whimpered and cried as his movements brought her slowly to another climatic release.
Sweat trickled down his face as their bodies slid in perfect unison with one another.
Everything felt so good, so right, he fought against his burgeoning desire to end this dream, this wicked, wonderful dream, and bring it to an end.
But alas, too soon, he felt the fire burning between them reach a crescendo and as he looked directly in her eyes, something shifted…No longer was this a dream brought on by circumstance—it was more…
As they both gave over to their explosive release, clinging to one another in the aftershocks of their lovemaking—Clarion realized what that something was—he loved her.