THERE ARE FEW THINGS more erotic than the sensation of fingertips skimming across bare skin. The light touch suggests more than desire; it suggests reverence, awe. Even the simple stroke of a single fingertip beneath the flame of a solitary candle could awaken slumbering passion into a most seductive fantasy.
If the fingertips had callouses, it was even better. The slight roughness was even more erotic. Dec’s love affair with his guitar had blessed him with the perfect callouses. That guitar was her new best friend. Too drowsy to move, Rori moaned softly as he trailed those callouses over the delicate skin of the hollow of her throat, then along the line of her jaw.
“Sleep, baby, sleep.”
As his hand drifted to her nape, she let the dreams come as they would. Partly hers, partly his, the images were never the same, but they were always sensual, beautiful . . . erotic. She offered her mouth as he urged her farther into the dreamscape. His thumb grazed her lower lip and then her upper one before softly stroking the tip of her tongue until she parted her lips and his hot mouth covered hers. The slow, sweet kiss warmed her blood to simmering before he pulled away with a husky murmur, “Almost there now.”
This game they played was a game of layers between the physical plane and the astral plane, superimposing the two worlds and exploring the depths of their subconscious. In the physical world, they lay on the bed, but in this dream she lay sprawled on the thick, green moss of a forest floor, staring up at the magnificent trees soaring above her, their canopy partially screening out the sunlight. Cool air drifted over her bare skin as she listened to the eerie birdsong that always came with sleep. Poignant and hypnotic, the sound fluttered over them as their bond grew tighter. Her muscles were limp, pliant, her senses heightened by the slow coursing of Dec’s saol mingling with her own. The surging energy filled her with peace, with joy . . . with a need for him that would take hours to satisfy.
“So beautiful.” His seductive voice caressed her as surely as his fingers vibrating across her skin, surrounding her inside and out. “It’s our dream, baby. Relax into it. Let yourself go.” His breath sent shivers racing down her back. “Do you want me?”
With eyes closed, she pictured his face, his mouth curling into a soft smile, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion. Reaching for him, she murmured, “Kiss me. I need to feel your mouth on me.”
“Not yet. You’re not ready.” His breath hitched as he shifted position and she shuddered in anticipation. Soon. He would join her soon.
His fingers still feathered over her skin, but the pace had changed. Moving quickly, he skimmed her belly and teased the tops of her thighs until they dropped open a little bit wider. Using his thumb, he parted her folds with one slow movement that left her spread open and gasping. Still he waited. Not kissing her. Not moving anything besides those clever fingers. In the dream, she lay motionless under the trees, the breeze teasing her skin, the heat of their saols warming her from the inside out. The heat intensified as his fingers danced. She ached to arch against him; to rub her silky skin against the roughness of his; to revel in the differences between them; to use that roughness to shatter in his arms.
But she didn’t. She remained still and let the flame of desire burn inside until the ache was all she felt. Nothing else existed but the throbbing pulse demanding attention between her thighs. Nothing existed but the want, the need, the absolute demand for Dec that swallowed her whole.
Groaning as his saol lifted her hips, angling her for his cock, she nearly wept at the pleasure. Her breasts were heavy, swollen, needy. She was ready—more than ready—she was desperate for him. But it wasn’t time; they weren’t where they wanted to be, so he didn’t kiss her; didn’t part her legs and make love to her. His fingers left a trail of heat along the curve of her stomach and over her hip. Her belly went taut as desire coiled low and deep, raising her hips. Sweat trickled between her breasts as her legs trembled; her pelvis twitched. She was nearly there. Nearly ready.
Nearly . . . Nearly.
“Shh . . . deeper now.” His voice thrummed across her throat. “To the shadow room.”
He dragged her down into that place where no one else lived. The dark place she shared with no one but him. A doorway dissolved into an elegant spiral staircase that led to a shadowy room with soaring windows. As they entered the room, her subconscious welcomed him. The physical sensation of his saol coiling around her body was nothing compared to the pleasure of his mind joining with hers inside the dreamscape. Like the purest love, the touch of his mind filled her with such intense need she cried out for him. Among these shadows, he bared himself of all he was and had ever been, and that dark part of her soul threw itself into his arms.
“Dec, now! I’m dying without you. I need you now!”
“Shh . . . lay very still.” His hands stopped moving as his mouth brushed hers. Moaning at the teasing contact, she parted her lips, slipping her tongue against his, stroking, demanding more, urging him to take over. With a harsh growl low in his throat, he captured her face between those maddening hands and thrust his tongue deep, using it as he would his cock. Her hips jacked upwards, searching for the real thing. Her sex wept rivers, but it wasn’t time just yet.
In the dream, the stairs wound downward into a narrow shadowy corridor. Down they went, moving more deeply into their psyches, those secret places that remain hidden from the world—places that would shock and horrify—places where nightmares lived. The stone walls shifted as though they were alive. The black rock was broken by a seam of pure gold that undulated with still more shadows. Fire blazed from the floor. The heat was intense and growing hotter, until the rock glowed red; the gold began to melt . . .
Oh, God. She couldn’t breathe. Completely at Dec’s mercy now, she shook from head to toe, panting for air. Her chest heaved; her heart pounded . . . It was hot; too hot. The walls were melting. Dec’s hands and mouth set her astral body on fire while the dreamscape overwhelmed her. It was so real that it was all she could do to keep from screaming. Their skin was slick with sweat; overheated and swollen with need.
Layers. The physical plane. The dreamscape . . .
And now they’d descended into the darkest places of her mind and each touch burned inside and out. Every cell swelled with joy, nearly bursting with pleasure as Dec’s soul connected more completely, more permanently with hers. Arching her back now, she felt the heavy length of his cock as he draped his body over hers to nudge her thighs open further.
“Oh, God, Dec! I can’t wait. I can’t wait. Do it now!” Gasping for breath, she clutched his hips, digging her nails into his skin, pulling him closer, nearly exploding as his cock slid home.
With face taut, eyes gleaming with gold, he rasped, “Hold on, baby.”
She locked her ankles around his waist as the canopy exploded overhead.
Leaves and bits of bark rained down. A twig landed in her eye.
Bursting into shaky laughter, Dec rolled them over to the other side of the bed and leaned his sweaty forehead against Rori’s. “Shit. I’m sorry, love. I was trying to hold the image, but you completely undid my control.” He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose and dragged shaking fingers through his dripping hair. “Good God, you’re hot. It’s your fault—you feel so damn good—I lose focus every time I bury myself in you.”
Rori wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed. Her swollen lips curved into a mischievous smile that promised more pleasure to come. “We’ll just have to finish the old fashioned way—awake.” She dragged her nails along his happy trail with her other hand. “We’re getting better, though. Don’t you think? We almost made it.”
He leaned back against the pillows and let her work her magic. “It’s unchartered territory. We’ll make it work. One of these days, we’ll be able to take it all the way.”
Killian and Mica were able to enter into each other’s subconscious without any work at all. It was part of their natural connection. He and Rori were pushing the limits. They’d been trying for months. They wanted to see just how far their psychic and physical connection actually went. As two immortals, they had some special abilities; many that led to the bone-deep, soul shattering orgasms that left them exhausted but higher than any drug could manage. After a lot of experimenting, he’d been able to create an avatar of sorts that allowed him to slip into her mind and explore with her. Once they’d learned to share the same consciousness, they started working to share the dreamscape. Now they were exploring the darkest regions of their minds. It was crazy intense.
But it wasn’t easy. He’d been able to create the dreams they shared, but so far, every time they tried to have dream sex, it was too intense for one of them and the dream exploded before they got very far. Talk about a mind fuck. It was a hell of a problem to have. Tonight was the farthest they’d gotten before the mulch hit the fan.
“Pay attention to me or I’m going to stop what I’m doing and you’ll have to finish yourself.” Rori grinned up at him and nipped the inside of his groin.
Her sharp teeth hurt but the silky brush of her hair soothed the twinge of pain. Threading his fingers through the dark strands, he drew it away from her face so he could see her beauty. He stroked his knuckles along her jaw, gently guiding her mouth to the troublemaker between his legs. Mr. Crowley twitched with impatience. Rori’s tongue flicked in and out like a snake’s, and he groaned aloud. “You’re a tease, love.”
“Mmm hmmm. You’re one to talk. You owe me multiple orgasms.” She grinned into his eyes and licked him like a lollipop starting at the base and ending at the sensitive tip.
He nearly came in her face. Gripping the sheets with both hands, he willed his ass to stay put and not buck off the bed. Gritting his teeth, letting the pleasure build, he lay back and let her play. If she wanted to tease, who was he to argue?
Payback was a bitch though.
Later, much, much later, Rori curled into the curve of Dec’s body as he draped himself around her and tucked her butt against his thighs. After dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder, he nuzzled her hair and collapsed.
“I love you.”
His response was a muffled grumble that trailed off into a soft snore.
She’d worn him out. A soft chuckle of triumph snuck past her lips despite trying to hold it inside. There really was a first time for everything. Dec’s breathing was deep and slow; his arm lay boneless over her waist, protecting her even in his sleep. He was out like a light. As a result, his saol actually glimmered ever-so-faintly in the darkness as its life-giving energy flowed through his veins to rejuvenate his muscles. Hers simmered beneath the surface of her skin, calling to his, softly outlining her corporeal body as it strove to link to Dec’s. She relaxed and let it go.
The golden strands of light wove in and out of the curves of their bodies, twisting around and through the stronger force of Dec’s until they were one. It never got old—this feeling of completeness, of belonging to someone—of him belonging to her. Their saols were bonded. Their bodies were joined. Soon, their minds would be connected in every possible way. This feeling of pure happiness never got old.
The question was, how long would it last?