Sweet Dreams

by Bolryder, Terry

  But the moment collapses the instant he sucks down, and I feel caught up in a whirlwind of want as he goes back and forth, kissing me and loving me until I’m writhing beneath him on the bed. I’m drawn so tight, so close, I don’t think I’ve ever lasted half as long with a vibrator even though this all feels a thousand times more pleasurable.

  It’s like he knows exactly how to take me to the edge and hold me there, hold me so long the pleasure becomes unbearable yet still somehow is able to just be even more wonderful as it adds up.

  I’m about ready to start stroking my clit myself when I feel his hands hook the corners of my pants, and he slides them down and off the bed.

  And it’s just me and Lorien and my aching sex that seems attuned only to this man and all the amazing things he can do.

  “No more waiting. No more holding back.” He leans down to claim my lips again, and I melt into the floating sensation of the sheets beneath me and the light touch of his hand as he pulls my underwear off.

  It’s like waiting at the top of a rollercoaster. A rollercoaster that’s been going up for minutes, maybe even hours.

  And when finally his finger slides between my folds and strokes over my clit, he deepens our kiss, and I merge completely with the feel of Lorien.

  Then I orgasm so strong it’s like lightning ripping through me.

  His gaze is fierce, and as he watches me, I get the feeling this is only the beginning.

  13

  Lorien

  I can feel Tess’s release a moment before it claims her. Every muscle in her body, every catch of her breath, lets me know exactly how she feels. And as I kiss her, I want her to know exactly how I feel about her.

  She’s my everything. My one and only. My heart connection. And the feel of her coming beneath me, entire body tensing with a strong, pulsing release, is even more heavenly than any dream ever conjured by the hands of fae.

  Tess moans loudly, head arching back, and I let her break away from our kiss as I wrap my arm around her, holding her tight to me. I never want to let go, never want to feel the way I was without her before all of this.

  As if acting on instinct, she wraps her legs around my midsection, and I can feel the orgasm rippling through her. Our skin is warm and sticky from so much arousal, from so much touch, but I could go on for days and days just to make up for lost time if it were possible.

  Either way, I intend to show her exactly how badly I want to satisfy her tonight. How much her pleasure is my pleasure.

  After so many years of being doubted, and wondering, and searching, I truly know I was born to love this woman.

  Tess lets out a long, ragged breath and relaxes against the pillow, and when she looks up at me, there’s satisfaction and a little confusion in her gaze.

  If she wished it, I would summon a bed of clouds and turn the sky into a picture of the glittering cosmos just to please her. Yet making love here, in her room, somehow feels more intimate. Closer.

  She’s letting me into her life little by little, and I can feel how special that is.

  “Oh, wow. That was… “ She trails off, distracted by the sight of me half naked, and I have to admit I’m extremely glad to have this effect on her. After all, what use would my looks be if Tess wasn’t interested?

  “I didn’t say I was finished,” I reply, sitting up on my knees and moving back on the bed a little. The fabric is a little rough, nothing like what dream fae are accustomed to sleeping on, but that somehow makes all of this feel more real. This world, this place. Holding the mate of my dreams in my arms and knowing she isn’t just an image to haunt my fantasies forever and ever.

  She raises an eyebrow, and I love the way her blond hair is mussed and spills over the pillow beneath her.

  I also love the way her eyes roll back when I touch her in the most sensitive spots. The way she responds to me, making magic fill the room even if she cannot fully sense it yet. The way my heart thrums to the beat of hers, finally in tune with each other in ways that only bonding this closely can truly reveal.

  I’m so hungry for more I don’t hesitate as I spread her legs and see the glistening wetness at the apex of her thighs. Her pleasure, all for me to intensify and give her more and more until she knows what I already knew long ago.

  That I’m hers, body and soul.

  My hands are stroking up her sumptuous thighs, my fingertips splayed as my insides tighten from the contact. Tess moves with me, not resisting as I put her legs over my shoulders and bring my face to her center. I’m more aroused than I’ve ever been in my entire life just with the anticipation of seeing her come again. And again. And hopefully so many more times we finally lose count one day.

  I would die a million deaths for her and still feel unworthy of her love. And whether Tess could believe that or not, it doesn’t change that it’s true.

  Slowly, gradually, I kiss up the highest part of her inner thigh, then kiss lightly over her soft, wet mound. I can feel her legs twitch, and her body bucks a little, but her quiet gasps beckon me forward. And when I spread her folds with my tongue and flick directly over her clit, Tess mewls loudly, and I have to hold my breath just to keep my true form from exploding out of me in sheer excitement.

  Thankfully, I’m well-practiced, and regardless of what appearance I take, I’m just grateful to be bonding with the woman I love.

  At least she likes my long hair as it is.

  Even though Tess tries to grind her hips toward me, eager to jump to the finish, I start to build her next release gradually, using slow motions with my tongue to relax her and please her at the same time. Then, as I can feel her breath picking up, feel her body start to tighten, I give her light kisses to draw out the sensations even further.

  “Oh God, how are you—what are you—” She’s speaking unintelligibly while I kiss her again and again at her center. And when I start to make little circles around her small nub, her arms shoot out to the sides, fingers pulling at the sheets, and her body arches with her intake of breath.

  As former king of the eighth realm, I’m extremely good at everything I do. And there’s nothing more important to be good at than this.

  But nothing could have prepared me for feeling this way about Tess. Like my insides would tear themselves apart if I lost her. Like the stars could die out and all life be lost into nothingness and I wouldn’t care so long as I had Tess, my love, here with me. Close to me. Letting me love her.

  “So hot. So wet. You like how I draw it out, don’t you?” I say, pausing intentionally as Tess reaches the brink. Her gaze shoots down to meet mine, green and full of fire and even a little bit of surprise at my audacity.

  I give her body a second longer to relax as I lick her wetness off my lips. Tess just watches and blushes furiously, making me smile even more.

  She’s more delicious than nectar and sweeter than sugar clouds. My love’s desire all over my face and mouth, and I can’t possibly get enough of it.

  “Stop teasing me and—ah!”

  My tongue on her clit lets Tess know I have zero intention of only teasing her and every intention of pleasuring her senseless.

  Of course unless teasing her ends up being something she likes…

  But in the meantime, I’m ravenous, focused, so aroused by her quick gasps and harsh moans that let me know how good she’s feeling it’s hard to focus through the haze of lust. I lick her, suck her until she’s dry, and then, finally, she’s coming apart in my arms.

  I keep my arms spread over her belly and hips, holding her as she screams my name.

  “Lorien. Lorien.” The words are intense, loud at first, then drifting off as she loses herself in release, and I gaze up at her and watch every second of the most wonderful thing in the world.

  Most wonderful thing in the universe if I’m honest.

  Slowly, her clenched thighs loosen their hold, and Tess reaches a hand down to stroke my hair, which is sensitive just because all the magic is making my body buzz from head to toe.

 
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she says, still breathing hard from two very potent orgasms.

  “How many more can you take?” I ask bluntly, not wanting to stop until she’s wrung out and the only words she can possibly utter are either my name or “stop.”

  Because I’ll never have enough of her. And even if this is just the start, if it’s just “exploring things” as she said, I’m going to write so many letters of love all over her body there will be nowhere else to look until she finally sees what I see.

  That we’re absolutely perfect for each other.

  “I, um. That’s an odd question. I was honestly expecting something more like ‘When’s my turn?’ or ‘Are you finally finished?’” She blinks.

  I try not to bark out a laugh at the preposterousness of that idea because it’s the only defense I have to redirect my quickly boiling anger that any man could say something like that to any woman. So instead, it just comes out as a chuckle.

  “Finished? I’m only starting. Surely, you’re joking.”

  “Aren’t you tired? I mean, I already had two—ahhh…”

  I use my fingers to spread her lips, giving me better access to her clit as I lave my tongue over it again and again. I can’t hold back, can’t contain the burning, all-consuming need I have for this woman, for my woman, and I want her to see how utterly endless that want is as I pleasure her to exhaustion.

  At first, she just moans, hands gripping her hair, her pillow, as I devour her. Then, as she gets closer, she’s begging, pushing her hips to meet my mouth, moving in time with me and screaming, “More, more,” until she’s flying past the edge again and again and again.

  Tess is glowing from head to toe by the time I’m done with her, exerted and spent and nearly lifeless from pleasure. My face and neck and hands are soaked. The bed is soaked. Her leg is twitching a little in one spot from her final and most powerful release, and I rub my thumb over it gently, soothing the muscle a little until it relaxes fully.

  “Now I’m finished,” I say, carefully easing Tess’s legs past my shoulders and onto the bed. Her eyes are glazed, mouth wet from breathing, body heaving long, heavy breaths.

  “I honestly don’t think I could possibly go again, Lorien,” she says as a smile creeps at the corners of her mouth.

  “Exactly my aim from the start, love.” I let my hands roam over her soft skin, memorizing the shape of her once more because my head still doesn’t know if this is the first or last time this will ever happen.

  I want to believe it’s only the start, but I know that if she truly wants me gone, I must do as she asks.

  But for now, as she lets out a sigh of contentment while I pull her body against mine, I have nothing but hope in my soul.

  “Of course you’re even good at cuddling,” she says as her body melds against mine, and I wrap my arms around her protectively.

  Now that I’ve held on, I don’t want to ever let go. Not with such a horrible, cruel world waiting at every turn just outside these walls.

  Not when I can protect her from that world.

  “I’ve worked hard to be good at cuddling,” I say. “Just ask—”

  She reaches a finger behind her and places it on my mouth, interrupting me. “I’ll just take your word for it.” Tess is tense for a moment, perhaps jealous even. Then she starts to laugh earnestly. “Three fairies from another dimension, and one of them is a force of nature in the bedroom and still a decent person. I don’t know how to believe it.”

  “I guess it wouldn’t be a good dream if it didn’t push on your notions of reality a bit, right?” I whisper into her ear, then kiss it because I just can’t help myself, and she writhes a little in my embrace.

  “I don’t know,” she says breathlessly. “All of this is so sudden.” She pauses. “For now, I’ll just say I had an amazing night. Thank you, Lorien.”

  “Sleep well, my queen.”

  Tess opens her mouth to retort, but a yawn comes out instead, and I pull the sheets over us. As she quickly drifts off to sleep, I beckon sweet dreams for her and restfulness and all good things for my love.

  After so many years apart, she deserves the best of everything I can offer and so much more.

  And I already can’t wait to be with her again tomorrow.

  14

  Tess

  My body has never felt like this. I’m actually sore from feeling so much pleasure, my clit slightly over bothered, but ever more aware of what Lorien can do whenever I want.

  Even now, this morning, he keeps returning secret little smiles with me, and I have to say it’s the most normal things have felt between us.

  He enjoyed coffee (“buzzy juice”) and is currently marveling over the donuts I ordered as if logging how to reproduce them with magic.

  I don’t splurge often, but watching his smile as he dug into a maple bar was worth it.

  I flush, turning away as shame moves through me. What am I doing, getting attached?

  I was just impressed by how different he is, and I have to admit the sex is amazing, but none of this really changes how I feel about men.

  And how much hurt trusting them always leads to.

  My phone rings, and Lorien leans back in his chair, looking utterly comfortable in a gray robe I lent him over some black pajamas he poofed out of thin air.

  I pick up my phone, holding up a finger to signal I’ll be a minute, and he merely nods, his hair black, short and shoved back off his face, showing off his perfect, glowing skin in the morning sunlight.

  “Hello?”

  “Ladies’ night at Club Sassy!” Sandra yells into the receiver.

  “Right,” I say. “I forgot. Ladies’ night.” I look over at Lorien, who is staring at me curiously, donut paused halfway to his mouth. He cocks his head as if waiting for me.

  “Listen, I’m not sure if it’s a good night. You know, with everything—”

  “But it’s ladies’ night! You love ladies’ night. Come on, I need this after the week I just had at work.”

  “What happened?” I never got to ask her more about it last night.

  Sandra and Jen texted me that they were headed home after they realized Lorien and I were… getting along well.

  “Don’t worry about it. Just… come on, okay?” Sandra sighs. “We can bring the fairy guys if you want. Hell, they can run backup on making sure creepers stay off the dance floor. Tess, who’s gonna chase and beat the creepers if you aren’t there?”

  I laugh. “Well, you have a point.” I look over at Lorien. “Are you up for dancing?”

  Lorien’s blue-purple eyes light up, and he sets down the donut. “I love dancing. I scored highly in—”

  “Yeah,” I say, putting up a hand to stifle the onslaught of information on his “training.” “Seems like the fae are down.”

  “Great,” Sandra says, though she sounds a bit uncertain. “Well, they’ll let us do our own thing, right?”

  I cover the receiver and turn to Lorien. “If your friends come, you all have to let us do our own thing. No acting like you own us.”

  Lorien cocks an eyebrow. “Of course not. We would never think we own you.”

  “No, I mean, Sandra and Jen might end up dancing with people or each other, and you guys can’t go interfering or ruining it.”

  Jerrek appears at the table in a poof of pink smoke that dissipates quickly. “What do you mean interfering?”

  “Like, you have to let them dance with other guys if they want,” I say.

  Jerrek’s maroon eyes go dark. “I’m not sure about that.”

  A green poof of smoke appears next to him, and Reve is sitting there now, reaching for a donut, his hair long and teal again. “We will behave,” he says.

  I keep the receiver covered. “Are you guys just here like all the time?” My face flushes, thinking about last night with Lorien.

  “No,” Jerrek says, reaching for a donut before Lorien slaps his hand back. “We just come when Lorien calls, and he said you had a questio
n for us.”

  “That was fast, then,” I say.

  Jerrek grins as Lorien finally hands him a donut after getting a nod of approval from me. “We have a strong bond. We can find each other almost immediately.”

  Reve takes a bite of his donut and grins, holding it out for Lorien. “Try this one, sire.”

  My stomach tightens as Lorien leans forward, his profile gorgeous, his expression almost erotic as he takes a bite from the donut in Reve’s hand.

  He chews innocently, sitting back, but Reve gives me a knowing little smirk that says he saw my reaction.

  Okay, these guys are just close, and I’ll have to get used to it. Plus, I have no claim over Lorien yet anyway.

  “Tess? Tess?” Sandra’s voice is more urgent, and I uncover the receiver and go to the living room to finish my phone call in peace.

  “Sorry, yeah, the other fae just showed up to answer questions,” I say, putting my hand to my forehead to knead it. “They say they’ll behave. Though, I’m not totally sure about it.”

  “We are excellent dancers!” Jerrek calls from the other room. “You won’t regret taking us!”

  I sigh, a slight smile curving my lips almost against my will “These guys… Well, they say they’re great dancers.” I laugh into the receiver. “I’m guessing it won’t be like our dancing, though.”

  There’s a pause for a moment. Then Sandra speaks. “I think I definitely have to see this now.”

  “I know,” I say. Now that I realize how sweet and harmless the fae are, it’s hard not to get more curious about their world.

  But one thing at a time, I suppose.

  “All right, I’ll meet you guys there, then? You drive with Jen?”

  “Yeah, she has to make sure Joey’s asleep before the sitter is over.”

  “Right,” I say. “I’ll bring the fae and text you when we get there.”

  She laughs. “I can’t wait to tell Jen. She’s gonna be just as excited as I am. But remember, tell them they can’t ruin ladies’ night.”