Fantasy Man

by Tuesday Morrigan

  "Oh Lord!"

  Ansley's hands slid between their thighs to grip his cock. Looking down at her face, he pressed it to her entrance and thrust forward, burying his shaft in one plunge. Chest heaving, breath wafting over her face, he loomed over her. “Fuck, you feel so damned good. So tight."

  Perverse pleasure filled her at the knowledge that she brought this strong man to this place.

  All thought left her mind when he removed first one, then the second, nipple clamp from her breasts. The tips immediately swelled, becoming almost-painfully sensitive. The very air seemed to arouse her. Then he grasped one thigh and lifted the leg to his shoulder. They groaned in unison when he sank in deeper. He began a steady thrust-and-retreat rhythm that brought her immense pleasure as he pushed past the tight walls of her cunt to stroke her intimately.

  He wrapped his lips around the tight, swollen bud of her nipple and suckled hard. Sophia cried out and gripped the sheets tightly, trying to find grounding. Her nipple was so sensitive and the pleasure so intense, it was almost painful. At her response, he sucked her nipple harder and nipped it, dragging his teeth against the sweet, sensitive nub. The slight pain turned her on more.

  It was too much. She didn't think she could hold on any longer.

  He released her nipple to yell, “Now, Sophia. Come for me."

  She almost wept in relief when he gave his command.

  Sophia's eyes fluttered closed as untold pleasure streaked through her system, making her legs shake and her heart beat wildly. Her nipples were painfully hard and her pussy felt unbearably tight, clenching, closing, around the long, hard length of Ansley's cock with every thrust. “Oh Lord,” she cried out as her release swept through her, tightening her body.

  "Jesus Christ!” Just as the edges of her vision blackened, Sophia heard Ansley's gruff voice spurring her on, stretching out the feeling of pleasure, as she shuddered through her orgasm.

  Spent, he fell on her with a groan. He lay there for a few moments before slipping off her and going to dispose of the condom. When he turned back to her, he was breathing hard, but excitement shined in his gaze. He did not look as wiped out as she felt.

  With a smile he spoke. “Don't get too comfortable, Sophia. I'm not done with you yet."

  * * * *

  He now knew the consequences of her touch.

  From that first brush of skin against skin, he was marked as hers.

  He belonged to her.

  As he looked down at her, the endless conversations, exchanged e-mails, and sexually charged statements rushed through his mind. No, long before they met he was hers. Even then, somewhere deep in his mind, he'd recognized it for the truth.

  Ansley belonged to Sophia when she was little more than a soft and seductive voice that understood him despite never having seen him. He now knew that he'd embarked on the trip with the intention of making her realize that she was as much his property as he was hers.

  The fact that they were sexually compatible highlighted just how right they were together.

  He'd been shocked and pleased when he received the information about their first interaction. It was a scene straight out of one of his fantasies, and the fact that Sophia would be there to share the experience with him made it all the more electrifying.

  He thought it couldn't get better than what he'd experienced in the library, but this was, in comparison, nirvana.

  The moment was so perfect, so right, Ansley found himself staring down into her eyes, drinking everything in, so that he could recall every sigh, every gasp, and every moan when he was alone.

  No woman affected him as Sophia did.

  It was a thrilling observation.

  His body was lax from the pleasure of his recent orgasm, but he was filled with so much energy he felt like a randy college freshman on his first break. He definitely wasn't finished with Sophia.

  As he stared into her eyes, the second half of the dream that drove him leaped into his mind, demanding he make it reality.

  "Sophia?"

  "I want to experience this."

  "I want you to be sure about this. There's no turning back.” Even as he said the words he knew their implications. He wasn't just talking about sex. If she accepted him, he'd take all she had to offer.

  Her hand lifted, and her fingers brushed across his stubbled cheek, making him crave even more of her touch. “You'll be my first ... my only."

  "Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, wondering if she was giving him a promise or a warning. He decided to take the words as a promise, a declaration that he was the only man she trusted enough to give that part of herself to.

  He placed one arm between her spread legs and lowered his head. Although the kiss was swift, tender, it was immensely satisfying. He supposed it was because his body still pulsed with contentment from his recent release. Then again, it might have been because of what he was knew was coming.

  He grasped the flared end of the toy in Sophia's bottom and tugged lightly. It slipped out easily. He stopped it when only an inch or two of the conical tip was within her channel. “Oh my,” Sophia released in a sigh and shifted her hips. He pushed the toy back into her, only to repeat the act, working it until she was rocking her hips to meet each thrust. When he was sure her desires were rekindled, he removed the vibrator and put it to the side, then grabbed a condom from the dresser. He quickly covered his length and placed his erection to her rosette. Then he lowered his head, took her mouth, and slowly pressed onward.

  His tongue strode forward, laving her inner mouth, coaxing, teasing, and enamoring her until he was fully sheathed in her back passage. “Goddamn,” Ansley groaned when he broke off the kiss. She was so hot, so tight, he felt like he'd thrust right into the heart of her.

  He was enraptured with the feeling. It was definitely something he could get used to.

  "Move, Ansley. Please, move."

  Her skin was damp, shiny with sweat, her eyes glazed, and her lips were swollen from their kiss, parted to take in ragged breaths. He'd never seen anything more spellbinding.

  "Touch yourself, Sophia. Make yourself come.” He gave the order and withdrew from her channel, only to thrust back so that he was deeply imbedded within her.

  She groaned and slid one hand between their gyrating bodies. He watched, mesmerized, as her long, brown fingers dipped between the swollen folds of her sex to trace the inner slit. They rimmed her entrance and gathered cream before moving north to caress her clitoris.

  They worked in tandem; she teased her clit while he plunged in and out of her rosette.

  He watched her, reading her emotions on her expressive face. He knew his orgasm was near, could sense it from the tightness of his balls. The desire to come hovered over him, but he wanted Sophia to find pleasure first. So he waited. Just when he began to fear that he was not man enough to wait for her, Sophia's wide-eyed gaze caught his.

  Yes, he thought triumphantly when he saw the plea in her eyes. She was waiting for his permission. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he said in response to her silent request.

  He'd set her free. Sophia's eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted to let forth a keening cry as her body broke out in a bout of spasms that rocked him to his core. She tightened around his erection, and he found he could not ignore his own needs. He came grunting her name, thinking, This is what I'm searching for.

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  Chapter Ten

  Tears Dry on Their Own

  She wanted just one night where the passion between them wasn't orchestrated by some carnal game. The desire didn't seem unreasonable, the goal didn't appear entirely out of her grasp, but it was finding the strength to ask for what she wanted that felt insurmountable.

  Ansley would be back at any second. He'd left her hours ago, asleep in the bed, unaware of him slipping out of the room. One moment she watching him, waiting for him to finish working on his laptop, and the next she was waking to find that she was alone.

  Ansley left no indication when
he'd return, but she felt he'd be back soon. It wasn't the first time she'd felt she could pinpoint his actions. Eighteen months and a weekend together and she knew him.

  She knew he'd walk through the door at any moment.

  She was also aware of the fact that between now and their departure tomorrow afternoon, he'd find what he was desperately searching for.

  The question that plagued her was if the item in question was her or the armor.

  They'd arrived on Friday, but she felt like a lifetime passed since they first stepped on Bainsworth's property. She was not the woman she'd been before she departed on this weekend trip. For the first time in her life, she was allowed to fully explore her desires, and the woman she'd discovered was stronger and more beautiful than she'd ever imagined.

  Sophia didn't want to leave that woman behind, but she was intensely aware of the fact that she only trusted Ansley to see her that way. There were a thousand questions in her mind. Did Ansley want more than a weekend? Could she handle more than a weekend with him? And if the answer to both those questions was yes, what did that mean regarding their relationship, their bicoastal locations? Could it even work between them?

  She wasn't given more time to ponder the issue of their relationship because the door to their room was pushed open. Ansley stepped through and glanced at the bed. Finding she wasn't there, his sharp gaze moved through the room to land on her sitting figure. Her fingers clutched the edge of the vanity table as she considered what to do, say. She settled on, “Did you find it?"

  "No, I don't think it's here. I've looked everywhere, well almost everywhere."

  She tried to think of something comforting but found herself at a loss. “I'm sorry."

  "I'm not.” He strode across the room to stand before her. His warm palm landed on her shoulder and cupped the curve. “I now know one place it's not. That's helpful."

  "That's true."

  "Are you ready for bed?"

  She swallowed thickly and looked into the mirror. His gaze was on her reflection, hers on his. “Yes,” she breathed out.

  "I'll join you in a minute.” He stepped away and went into the connecting bathroom. Hands shaking, she stood from the vanity and slipped into their bed. This would be the first time she'd fallen asleep with him beside her.

  She wondered if she'd be able to find sleep. Then she wondered if she wanted to.

  "Ansley, come to bed.” Come to me.

  He lifted the comforter and slid into the bed. She was immediately aware of his close proximity. His body heat seemed to reach out and curl around her, warming her cold limbs.

  The air between them was thick with uncertainty, or maybe it was simply the uncertainty she felt, because her fingers shook as she reached out to him. He welcomed her with open arms. She turned and eagerly went into his embrace. Her head lifted and her lips pressed against his. She felt his surprise when her mouth moved over his.

  Ansley reached for her, lifting his hands to caress her face. Sophia smiled into the kiss before deepening it. She lifted one free hand and intertwined their fingers. She allowed her lips to move across his face, over his eyes, his cheekbones, even the hard dimple in his jaw. Then she tongued the shell of his left ear until she had teased every inch of it. “I want you, Ansley,” she admitted before wrapping her lips around his lobe and sucking hard.

  She felt her words go through him. He went hard with shock and desire. Eyes hot with need, he glanced up at her. “Ansley,” she breathed out.

  "I want you too, Sophia."

  Sophia smiled to herself as her lips wove a path from his ear to his collarbone. Sophia continued moving down his body until she could press her lips against the line between his pectoral muscles. Against the soft mound of her stomach, Sophia felt his hips lift involuntarily.

  She gently ran her teeth over his nipple. The small bud swelled from her ministrations. “Sophia,” she heard Ansley groan in a strained voice when she wrapped her lips around his areola and suckled hard. Sophia moved herself until she was lying above him, thighs pressed against strong thighs, rounded hips curving into hard ones.

  Needing to get closer to him, Sophia spread her legs. She rolled her hips against the thick bulge between her splayed thighs and slipped her tongue past his lips. She threw one thigh over his waist until she was straddling him. She began moving down Ansley's body. Hungry for the taste of his skin, she nipped the taut flesh of his lower abdomen, before dipping her tongue into the well of his belly button.

  "Damn,” Ansley cursed, evidently surprised by her actions. She ignored him to grasp the waistband of his boxers and slide them down his legs.

  "Welcome back,” Sophia murmured softly when his cock was released from his boxer briefs. Ansley's chuckle drifted over her, making her realize she'd spoken aloud.

  She grinned in response as she wrapped her fingers around the stalk. As she moved her hand north, she tightened her grip around him. When her fingers reached the tip, she lowered her head. She licked the underside of his erection from root to tip and flicked her tongue against the swollen helmet of his cock. “Damn, Sophia,” Ansley said just before she wrapped her lips around his length and suckled.

  "Fuck!” Ansley's fingers dug into the thick mass of her midnight hair. Sophia could hear Ansley's erratic breathing deepening with every lick, with every kiss. She lightly grazed her teeth against the underside of his cock, just beneath the head.

  "Oh, God,” Ansley groaned as he jerked beneath her. His fingers tightened in her hair, but this time to lift her head. “I need to be inside you."

  Sophia released him but kept her hold on his cock. He turned slightly and reached for the drawer. Sophia watched his long, tanned fingers pull out one of the many condoms within. He quickly tore the foil open and sheathed himself. Then he reached for her.

  Tight lines bracketed his fine mouth, telling her just how far gone he was. She couldn't believe she was the one who had brought him to this place.

  Once he was fully sheathed, he held the root of his cock. “God,” she let out in a sigh as she lowered herself onto his length. When he was fully imbedded within her, she moaned in pleasure. Sophia felt so good, almost complete.

  "God, Sophia, you feel so..."

  "Yes, I feel it too.” Sophia leaned forward and gripped both of his shoulders as she moved herself against him. Sophia dipped her head and fully pressed her lips to his. She found them parted, already ready for her tongue. She took the access granted and slipped between his lips.

  They groaned in unison when her tongue moved across his. Stroking, teasing, it glided back and forth over his before moving deeper into his mouth. Feeling burgeoning control, she devoured him. He broke off the kiss. “Ride me, Sophia. Fuck me,” he murmured against her mouth before nipping her bottom lip.

  Something smooth and wicked moved over her skin, leaving goose bumps behind at his words. “I can do that,” Sophia purred as she rocked above Ansley and rode him to bliss. Teeth gripping her bottom lip she began a steady rise-and-fall rhythm that was guaranteed to give her and Ansley the most pleasure.

  "That's it, sweetheart.” His fingers gripped her bottom. His hips moved beneath hers, encouraging her.

  She moaned in response as she rolled her hips. With every rise and fall of her hips, she felt Ansley hardening further until he was pulsing within her. Each rise and every stroke made Sophia burn more brightly.

  He felt so good deep inside of her.

  "Damn, Sophia. Don't fucking stop."

  Incited by his groaned words, Sophia increased the pace and depth of her rhythm, lifting and thrusting down on Ansley's cock until she could feel the beginning tremors of her orgasm.

  "That's it, sweetheart. Come for me."

  Lips parted, chest heaving, Sophia reached between their writhing bodies to sift between her midnight curls. Her index finger moved over the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs. It was the final push Sophia required. Pleasure—hot, coarse, and unrepentant—sluiced through her body, leaving her spent with satis
faction.

  Ansley growled and sat up a little. His lips brushed against hers just as Sophia was going to scream her pleasure. His kiss captured her cry of bliss. Digging her fingers into the strong muscles of Ansley's wide back, Sophia clutched him as she shuddered through her orgasm. A deep bellow tore from his throat as his orgasm seized him.

  Body still weak from her release, Sophia stared down into Ansley's face. “This night ... I'll remember it,” he said huskily as he pulled her to him and eased back onto the bed. Sophia pillowed her head atop his hard chest and closed her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep. She'd done it. She'd seduced Ansley. The result had been both beautiful and exhilarating.

  Originally, she'd feared meeting him because she believed he could never live up to her fantasy. Now she knew he was all that and more. Already she was dreading the morning, when they would be parted and return to their own worlds.

  * * * *

  Efficient from years of practice, he pulled a small metallic box from beneath the counter and set to work. Once everything was set, he glanced around the bathroom and caught sight of his withdrawn face. Pain and anger burned in his gray eyes. Dissolution softened his normally strong features. A five o'clock shadow informed him of the last time he'd taken the time to care for himself. He appeared to be a man at the edge of his sanity.

  As he looked into the mirror, a single tear slid down his cheek. Before he'd bowed his head and run away from the sight of his own humanity, the tears were flowing freely. He didn't bother to wipe them away. They would dry on their own.

  It wasn't easy watching a woman die. He thought he'd get used to it. And yet every morning it got a little harder and harder to watch. For the thousandth time, he wondered why he didn't pay someone else to do the task.

  Because I don't trust anyone else to take care of her, he silently answered.