Her Imaginary Lover (4 page)

Kaylom
smiled at the
quiet determination his Macie exhibited. It shone through her and made her look
even more beautiful, even with the angry looking bruises that formed on her
face and throat. He knew she would be all right. He, on the other hand, was
royally fucked.

He would make
sure she got settled into her own place okay, and then he would leave, and this
time he would never set foot in the human realm again.

Chapter Three

Macie shut the
door on her parents, and leaning her head on the cool wood, breathed a sigh of
relief.
Finally
, she was on her own. She loved her parents dearly, but
geez
louise
, they sure liked
to fuss. Now that she didn't have to keep up the pretense, she let the tears
fall.

Truth
be
told she felt like shit. Every muscle in her body hurt,
her head ached, her throat felt sore, and she'd never felt more confused in her
entire life. She'd told her parents and the police what they wanted to hear,
but she'd felt
Kaylom's
quiet presence in the
background all day. Maybe she
was
going mad. Maybe he was just a figment of her imagination, but she needed him
right now, and she was going to worry about her state of mind when she was
feeling less fragile.

She sensed him
behind her, and when he ran his fingertips up her bare arms, she allowed
herself to lean back. His warm solid presence felt so real, so comforting that
she shut her eyes and simply absorbed the sensations.

"
Kaylom
?"
She whispered the question, and his
heavy hands settled on her shoulders and gently massaged her tight muscles.

"I'm here,
munchkin. I thought they'd never leave." Humor laced his voice, and Macie
smiled through her tears.

"They worry
too much. They always have." She murmured the words and barely suppressed
a groan when his nimble fingers found a particularly sore spot. "And don't
call me that. I'm not a child."

He soothed the
hurt away, and she held her breath when he lifted her hair off her neck and
pressed his warm, firm lips to the bruised area.

"Oh,
believe me. I'm all too aware of that, baby." Shivers went down her spine
as his hot breath ghosted across her skin, and his deep voice dropped an
octave. Her stomach dropped right with it, and time stood still as she waited
for his next move. He inhaled against her neck and then stepped back. Curiously
bereft without his warmth against her back she swayed slightly as she turned.
Instantly his hands were back on her forearms steadying her, and she raised her
head and stretched her hands out. Just as before she encountered smooth, warm muscle,
covered with fine swirls of hair, and she nodded to herself.

"I'm not
going crazy, am I? You're really here, right?"

His deep sigh
blew across her face, and his minty breath allayed her fears. It mixed with his
unique male scent that sent her hormones into overdrive, and she tried to lean
in closer.

"
Kaylom
, talk to me. What's going on? Why can no one else
see you? Who are you?"

He didn't answer
her, but she could sense his turmoil, and she traced her fingers over his face.
The deep groove between his eyes told of his frown, as did the tight set of his
lips and the carefully controlled way he was breathing. She flinched when he
ran his hands up her arms and then cupped her face and turned it sideways.

A whisper of a
calloused fingertips only, yet it set her heart beating faster, and her
lethargy fled.

"I could
tear those bastards limb from fucking limb for what they did to you." She
sensed him coming closer, and a whimper of feminine need escaped her when he
trailed butterfly kisses across her skin, and then leant his forehead on hers.
Their breaths mingled, and she couldn't help the tears welling from her eyes.
Tears he kissed off her face with such tenderness it made her cry harder.

"I was so
scared. I thought they were going to kill me."

With a low growl
Kaylom
pulled her closer until her breasts pressed
against his naked chest, and his erection dug into her belly. He felt huge, hot
and hard, and her pussy clenched in helpless need. Macie locked her hands
behind his thick neck and jumped up at him. Her legs went ‘round his waist, and
his huge hands grasped her ass to support her. His groan trembled through her,
and he pressed her back against the door. She raised her lips in a silent
offering, and he brushed his tongue along their seam just once before he
withdrew.

"We can't.
I didn't come here for this, Macie."

Macie paid him
no heed. She tightened her thighs around him and rubbed herself up and down his
thick erection. His hands dug into her butt cheeks with enough force to leave
bruises, and she reveled in that imperceptible loss of the iron control she
sensed in him. The fact that he seemed to want her as badly as she wanted him
was a heady aphrodisiac indeed.

"Why can't
we?" she asked. "We're both adults, and I need this. Please, help me
to forget. Every time I close my eyes I feel
their
hands all over me,
that vile tongue in my mouth, I can't—"

His kiss stopped
her, and she opened to his gentle probing immediately.
Kaylom
sipped from her lips as though they were the sweetest nectar. He explored her
mouth with infinite slowness. Yet, as gentle as he was, there was no mistaking
his dominance. This was more than a kiss. It was a brand, a stake on her very
soul, and he played her lips and mouth like a fine conductor would, never once
breaking contact. He didn't let her gain the upper hand, until all she could do
was submit to his hot, firm lips, and let him fuck her mouth. It left her
breathless, wanting, and so aroused, she knew the crotch of her fine linen
trousers would be soaked through with her arousal.

Never had she
been this turned on just by a kiss, and when he finally let her come up for
air, she snuggled into his neck, not wanting to ever let him go.

"You smell
nice," she said, and
Kaylom's
amused laugh
trembled through her.

"And you
taste delicious, but we still can't do this." She pouted her annoyance,
and he kissed her nose. "You need to heal properly, and there are things
about me you need to know, before…"

"Before
what?
I don't care about that, and besides I need to come so badly right now, I'll
self-combust if I don't, and the endorphins will be good for me. Please …
Kaylom
, I need you."

****

Damn it all to
Athuron
and back if her pretty little pleas didn't make him
harder than he'd ever been.
He wouldn't, couldn't seek his
own relief in her body,
but there was no reason why he couldn't give her
what he needed. Her scent was driving him insane, and he needed to taste her,
to see her fall apart under his tongue and fingers, and yes, to replace her bad
memories with cries of passion, as corny as that sounded. Wordlessly he carried
her through to her bedroom and placed her in the middle of the double bed. She
was so beautiful laid there like some silent offering, and he fisted himself
slowly to relieve some of the tension in his balls.

How often had he
jacked
off back in his realm to images of her spread-eagled
on the bed just like she was now? The wetness between her legs called him. It
stained the material of her trousers, and he pumped his hand faster. For the
life of him he couldn't stop, and her ample breasts heaved in tune with his
hand on his cock, as though she knew what he was doing. And perhaps she did
know. Macie had always sensed his emotions and needs, as much as he could sense
hers. Their connection had been established during those years of their
childhood when they'd grown up together, until his burgeoning awareness of her
as a female had driven a wedge between them.

However, she was
right. They weren't children anymore. His throat went dry when she pulled her
t-shirt over her head and then fumbled with the snap of her bra. Her breasts
fell free, and he groaned and pumped faster still.

The heavy globes
would spill over his hands were he to touch them, her areolas like large
beacons for his hungry gaze. Her nipples hardened in front of his eyes, and his
balls drew tight to his body. Images of spilling his seed over those luscious
curves battled the inside of his brain. He wanted to leave his mark on her, a
sign to anyone that she was his.

With an impish
smile she brought her fingers to her lips, licked the digits and then circled
each pink nipple slowly, and
Kaylom
had to warn her.

"Macie,
baby, I'm
gonna
come so fucking hard just from
watching you do that. You have no idea what you're doing to me, here."

The little
minx's grin grew, and she arched her back and thrust her breasts into the air,
whilst grasping her puckered tips.

Every pull of
her fingers shot straight to his cock, and throwing caution to the wind he
jumped onto the bed and replaced her fingers with his own.

"You asked
for this, babe." He growled the words into the valley of her breasts, and
her breathless reply was just what he needed to hear.

"Yes, oh
yes, please."

 
Her head thrashed from side to side, and he
sucked one hard peak into his mouth while rolling the other through his
fingers.
Kaylom
pulled hard until he had a good
handful of her breast tissue in his hand, too.

Macie's hips
bucked off the bed, and she made a keening sound in the back of her throat.
Hands tugging at his hair she held him in place, and he sucked harder, blown
away by her responsiveness. He placed one of his legs between hers, and she
ground herself against his thigh in rhythmic movements as her whole body
trembled in need.

"Yes, oh,
yes, I'm so close. I'm … oh."
Kaylom
pushed his
hand into her trousers, and when he found her clit and rubbed, Macie came
apart. Her little pants and murmurs proved his undoing, and he spilled his seed
all over her fingers when she wrapped one of her hands around his shaft.

Spent, they lay
and caught their breath until Macie's giggle brought
Kaylom's
head up.

"What's so
funny?" he asked.

"I think we
made a mess," she said.

Kaylom
grinned and
dropped a kiss on her cute little nose.

"I'm afraid
we did, baby. Let me run you a
bath,
and I'll get this
cleaned up." Macie looked all set to argue, but an almighty yawn stopped
her protest.

"Okay."
He almost didn't hear her sleepy protest. "Promise me you won't leave
though."

His amusement
fled, and dread settled in his stomach like a lead balloon. He wasn't in any
position to make those promises, so instead he did the next best thing.

"I promise
I'll be here in the morning."

By the time he'd
run Macie a bath, she was almost asleep, and his dick jerked awake with
alarming proficiency when he pulled her ruined trousers and underwear off of
her.

Even though he'd
felt her bare skin under his fingers, seeing her hairless pussy glistening in
her juices almost proved too much for his self-control. The fact that she waxed
sent him wild with need, and he couldn't help but bend his head, and lick the
slick flesh. Macie mewled like a newborn kitten, and he grinned and kissed her
pussy lips and then forced himself to place her in the bath. She roused enough
to reassure him she wouldn't drown herself, and once he'd changed the sheets,
he was back to wash her down, dry her off, and then tuck her into the bed. He
joined her after a quick shower,
 
and
pulling his woman into his arms fell into a deep sleep himself, for the first
time since he'd left her all those years ago.

****

Macie slowly
drifted into wakefulness, and when her hands found hard, male flesh she grinned
to herself. She hadn't simply had the most erotic dream ever, then? Not judging
by the way,
Kaylom's
hair roughened thigh imprisoned
her legs. One of his brawny arms was slung over her midriff, and his hot breath
skittered across her neck. No wonder she had slept like a log. Cocooned by his
big body, she felt safe and cherished. Of course, the mind blowing orgasm he'd
given her might have had something to do with that, too. His even breathing
told her he was still asleep, and she let her hands explore the hard planes of
his body. Her breath hitched, and her nipples firmed as she followed the trail
of hair across his washboard abs down to his cock. Half erect already it sprang
to life under her hands, and Macie wished with all her might that she could see
to truly appreciate the beauty of his penis. She traced the thick vein
underneath and smiled at his sleepy groan when she found his heavy balls and
massaged them gently. His erection pulsed under her fingers, and his delicious
spicy musk increased. A drop of moisture slid down onto her hands, and she
brought her digits up to her lips to taste it. Salty, yet not at all
unpleasant, his essence exploded on her taste buds, and
Kaylom
growled. Yes, that was the only way to describe the sound rumbling from his
chest. It reminded her of a big predatory cat, and the thought of being his
prey sent a rush of moisture to coat her pussy lips.