Dreamscape (20 page)

He slowly moved her unresisting hands from her laces and eased her undergarment down to puddle with the rest at her feet. He moved over her breasts, pressing them in from the sides, nipping and sucking from one swollen areola to the next. Her hands went from his hair to his shoulders and back again, the sensation of his lips and teeth and bearded stubble making her head swim like she’d drunk too much sherry.

Jason kissed her belly, letting the tip of his tongue outline her navel before traveling lower where the heady scent of her arousal filled his senses Needing to hold himself back for her ultimate pleasure, he passed the velvet and kissed her knees instead. He lingered there while she stroked his head, and he could feel her pull of desire mounting when her hands led him where she willed him to go.

His hands started at her shapely calves, stroking up the silk of her stockinged and gartered legs. His thumbs met at the apex of her thighs where he peeled her outer lips back and pressed a kiss there.

Lanie felt his body shudder. He kissed her most sensitive place again, his breath warm as his tongue drew a wet circle over and over and over again.

Holding her open with thumb and forefinger, Jason licked while the other hand explored the slick folds.

Lanie’s fingers curled into his hair as he slid a single finger into her, to pump it slowly inside and out, each return deeper and longer. Never had she imagined such sensations. She moaned. The stretching brought an uncomfortable fullness, yet she didn’t want him to stop.

Knowing this first discomfort was inevitable for her, he murmured against Lanie’s flesh between kisses, “Spread your legs, my love. Let me inside.”

Encouraged, she widened her stance, and Jason deepened his gentle probing. She was growing mindless now, his kissing and licking were at odds with the ache he was building inside. A strange sensation unfurled in her belly and with it even the fullness felt sublime. He was making her delirious, and before long she found herself grinding against Jason’s hand, searching for more.

Moving faster now, with everything he had, he sucked her diamond-hard nub, resisting the urge to bury his cock in this magnificent tightness. Instead, he focused all his attentions on readying her. He was by no means a small man.
You’re so tight, my love, so wonderfully tight.

Lanie’s legs began to tremble. Little mewling sounds came from the back of her throat. “Mmm…Jason I…I’m…”

The front door slammed. “Jason! Where
are
you?”

Lanie gasped.

He was on his feet instantly. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he whispered, “If I don’t go, they’ll come looking.” Apparently he’d loosened his trousers at some point, for he buttoned them now. Setting his appearance to rights, he turned the wick down completely before calling down the three flights of stairs. “I’m in the cupola and coming down, Cathy.”

He gripped Lanie by the upper arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, her own scent and taste upon him. “Make your way to Addy’s bedroom. The door on the far end opens to the stairway near your room. Leave your door unlocked, I’ll come to you.” He walked casually down the stairs.

From below stairs, Lanie heard, “Jason, honestly, what
took
you so long?” followed by, “Please lower your voice, Cathy, or you’ll wake Lanie. Now be a dear and get my bag. Richard, what seems to be the matter with your sister?”

Her hands were shaking. In fact, she was shaking all over but somehow she managed to dress. No help for her hair as several hairpins went missing. She groped the floor in the dark and found only one. Just as Jason had directed, the housekeeper’s room did indeed have a door that opened out to the hall. Luckily it was only a half flight down to her own room, and she scurried there.

Hearing the voices and finding Bertha’s very recognizable one absent, she quietly sat on the bed, curious as to what was happening down the hall but not enough to quell the jelly-sensation in her lower body. Lifting her skirt she slid a hand inside her pantalets and found her sex very tender, hot to the touch, and slippery wet. Just thinking about what he had done to her set her heart to fluttering again. After the better part of an hour passed, Lanie had determined Jason was not coming. Seeing to her toilette first, she proceeded to get undressed for bed. When the doorknob turned, she froze.

Jason entered quietly. Closing and locking the door behind him, he stood a moment just drinking in the sight of her. The nearly full moon had finally risen and illuminated the opalescence of her skin as she sat with her knee bent, wearing only a single stocking.

A thought came unbidden. Watching Addy’s fade into the light had created within him a sense of loss. Though loss for his friend and housekeeper was keen in its own right, this added far more. He felt the loss of Lanie. It hadn’t happened yet, but inside he feared it would. He could disappear into the light tomorrow, or it could be in this moment. The last gave him pause. He sent his thought to heaven to any and all who might listen.
Please allow this. Please allow me to love her.

She’d let her hair down and brushed it. In her time, her hair fell to the middle of her back. The Lanie of his time had raven waves to her knees. He came to her then. Kneeling at her feet, he gently lifted her stockinged calf and rolled the silk down. He kissed her arch before moving higher to place another on her ankle. Higher still, another fell upon her knee. Parting her thighs, he stroked his fingers up and down the smooth skin. He could smell the fully aroused scent of her, God help him. Rising on his knees, he curled his fist into her raven hair and pulled her face to his. He kissed her hard while his fingertips fanned the smoldering coal banked between her thighs. Before long the flame was burning again.

“Lie back, my love.”

Lanie wasn’t cold, yet her body felt like she was covered with goosebumps. A different tremble took her now as she lay across the sheets.

His eyes upon her as he stood and undressed, he stripped away his clothing item by item until he too was as naked as she. She swallowed. As handsome as he was fully clothed, naked Jason Bowen was splendid. No small man was he with his cock standing straight out from a nest of dark curls. Following her gaze, he looked down. His hand closing around the hard staff, his eyes met hers. “This is the power you have over me. This is what you alone make me feel.” With that he stroked slowly.

Her voice quavered as she sat up and reached a hand toward him. “May I touch you?”

He pressed into her palm, and her fingers closed around him. He was hard and hot, and she could feel his steady pulse beating in her hand. She mimicked his stroking of a moment before. The skin glided back and forth. He stopped her hand with his own. Lanie looked up at him, confused. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“God, no. You feel wonderful, but a man has only so much restraint.”

“Please teach me what to do.” She stroked him again and purred, “I want to know what feels good for you. I want to bring you pleasure like you’ve brought to me.”

He wondered then if Lanie in the waking world might ask the same of him. According to the television, in her time, with its women as bold as brass, there was little for a man to do to ready his partner for lovemaking. Either way, her shy request fired his blood. He joined her on the bed and, pressing her shoulders back, stretched out beside her propped on his elbow. Caressing her breasts and belly, he said huskily, “What we will share will bring pleasure to us both. I’ve a mind to taste you again.”

Thrilling to those desire-laden words, Lanie waited breathlessly. The full-body tremor had returned and with it the low unfurling in her belly. Surrendering to the wanton feelings, her trembling legs widened in offer.

Her glistening invitation displayed so provocatively and in the moonlight, Jason feared his heart would burst from wanting her. Helpless to do otherwise, he fell between those silken thighs and wrapped his arms around her hips.

Needing to rein in his passions, he rested his head against her thigh in an attempt to still the firestorm raging in his balls. It had been years since he’d lain with a woman and never with one who had so thoroughly stolen his heart and soul like this lovely creature had. He so wanted this first time, hers
and
theirs, to be everything it could be. She needed to know how wondrous it was for a man and a woman to share this most intimate act. If Cathy had taught him anything, it was how important this intimacy was. Before his death he’d tried everything to break through that frigid, albeit deceitful, wall. He pushed thoughts of Cathy from his mind. She wouldn’t steal this precious moment like she had upstairs.

Drawing Lanie closer, he showered her inner thighs with occasional kisses interspersed with warm flat licks. Higher now, he nibbled her lips, grazed with his teeth and sucked them, and when he felt the diamond nub hard against his tongue, he dwelled there even longer teasing her flesh with slow persistent circles. One finger followed and found her slick and hot inside.

Shifting his body to accommodate his now overly hard and throbbing cock, Jason eased another finger into her heat and curled along the slippery ridges within. Her muscles clenched around his fingers. The incredibly hot tightness made him groan in anticipation of his cock following his fingers’ path. He shifted again, bending his knee to make room for the ache in his balls. He hoped he could last. He had to. Looking up past her belly and breast to read her face, Jason saw for himself Lanie was as mindless as he.

The sight of her lying there, head turning from side to side in her pleasure, her breasts heaving as she panted, made his cock feel like he’d explode with want of her. Pressing his groin hard into the mattress to maintain his control, he resumed pleasuring her with his tongue. Before long he felt her building release, and worked his fingers fast, each thrust and withdrawal widening and stretching in cadence with his tongue’s warm rapid licks. He murmured hotly against her flesh between passes with his tongue, “Yes my love, you crave this as much as I.”

“
Yes
Jason, oh
yes
,” came her breathy reply. Jason was creating more pleasure than Lanie ever thought possible. The vibration began in her legs and unfurled along her spine. Her hands released their tangle in his hair. Afraid of making a sound as the pleasure stole her senses, she gathered the pillow on either side of her head to muffle the sounds attempting to tear from her throat.

The pillow muted an animalistic groan that turned Jason’s blood to molten steel. Wanting to delay this first release, he stopped his focused attentions to travel up along her body laying kisses along the way. Pressing belly to belly with her, Jason pulled the pillow-clutching hands away. His weight pressed her into the bed and his thrumming cock and balls rested against the steaming wetness he’d left behind. Cupping her face with both hands, his eyes searched hers. Seeing she was ready, he kissed her deeply.

Lanie returned Jason’s kiss wildly. The moment was primal, her scent was all over his face, and she could taste herself on his lips. Reaching down, her fingers closed on his cock and, stroking now, she murmured his own words at his lips, “I’ve a mind to taste you…”

He could clearly see the hot determination lighting her eyes and abandoning himself to the moment, Jason rolled over on his back to let her have her way. Her hair fanned out over his thighs as she nuzzled her cheek along his cock. When she kissed the head, his hands wound themselves in the midnight silk. Her questing tongue lapped the full length of rigid steel, and reacting to tentative licks, his seed dribbled over them both. He heard her maidenly gasp of surprise, the sound followed by soft sounds as she opened her mouth to draw him in. It was too exquisite to wait any longer. Their time had come.

Feeling Jason pull at her hips, she stopped her ministrations to follow where he led.

Jason drew her to him and kissed her again. He whispered at the corner of her lips, “Are you ready, my love?”

Lanie nodded breathlessly. She was ready for something, and she instinctively knew with Jason it would be glorious.

Jason maneuvered himself between her open thighs and found her flesh hot like a firebrand. He ran the tip of his cock up and down over her slit to wet him as he parted her for his entry. Yes it was time. She was hot, swollen with desire, and slick, very slick. He pressed into her. His body pushed forward as her legs pulled back and she stretched to accommodate his access. He groaned against her neck as he sheathed himself fully in her wondrous fire.

Perfect.
Jason held her tight and allowed her body to mold around him. He whispered softly, “You’re so tight around me, love, so warm. “It had been ages since heat like this warmed his blood fully, ages since he’d felt such exquisite perfection engulfing him. At first he didn’t want to move, but soon the grip of her desire compelled him. Pulling out nearly all the way, he eased back in with the same delicate slowness. He planned to go slow. He planned to hold himself in check. But he didn’t plan on the depth of her desire.

Lanie began to meet each thrust with a rising tempo of her own. The sensation of gliding cock meeting each delectable ridge was exquisite. Lifting her hips each time he pressed forward, she sheathed him to his root.

Before long their steady cadence increased, and Lanie’s pleasure mounted as his balls slapped against her flesh in a bold and rhythmic tempo.