by Sahara Kelly
Gaia moaned a little, sighing into his embrace, reaching for him with arms that slipped around him and tightened hungrily as she thrust her tongue past his lips, dueling with him, urging him to devour her even as she devoured him back.
It was their first kiss—but it was so much more. It was like coming home.
Ned felt the taut buds of her nipples as they hardened against him and his cock pushed solidly into the softness of her belly. So tall and so perfect for him, Gaia moved gently, rubbing herself over him like a cat, as desperate as he for this moment.
He wrenched his mouth from hers, panting as he grabbed handfuls of her silky top and tugged it upward. “Please, Gaia…”
He wasn’t even sure what he was asking.
“Yes, Ned, oh, yes…” She pulled free of her shirt and launched herself at his buttons, pulling the halves apart to reveal his chest. “Oh, yes…”
She dipped her head and kissed him, then ran her tongue around one of his nipples, making him groan. “God, when you do that…”
“It’s so good. You taste so good…”
Urgently now, she pulled him free of his clothes and reached for his pants.
“Wait…” Ned gripped her wrists. “Let’s do this right…” He walked her backward from the little living room into the bedroom, fumbling with the catch on her bra as he did so.
By the time they reached the bed, her breasts were bare and he had his mouth on her, suckling one rosy peak, delighting in the familiar tang of her skin as he ran his tongue over her and she shivered with pleasure.
“Now, sweetheart…” He found the fastening on her skirt and freed her at the very moment she unzipped his pants and pulled them apart, delving past the waistband of his underwear and cupping his ass.
“God, I love your ass…” Gaia squeezed him, a caress that made Ned’s balls shudder as his cock burst free. They were both naked within seconds, reaching for each other once more, lips clashing this time in a fiery explosion of need.
For Ned, it was a miracle. Everything he’d experienced in his dreams was coming true at the touch of this amazing woman. He was harder than steel, desperate to sink himself into her and stay there for as long as he could stand it without coming.
He wanted her screaming for him as she’d done in his visions, screaming his name as she came, squeezing his cock with a ferocity that drove him almost insane with lust.
But first, he wanted to really taste her. To savor the moments before he claimed her, to explore the territory he knew so well. To make sure she didn’t have any feathers anywhere that might appear when she orgasmed.
Just to be on the safe side.
The line between reality and his fantasies was blurring rapidly as he pushed her down and spread her thighs wide apart. And there—there was the pussy he’d relished in his dream, all shiny and rosy and swollen, just screaming for him to put his mouth there.
Ned’s mouth watered. He knew how she would taste. Sweet and tangy, wet with the juices his touch had coaxed from her passion. He knew where her clit was, how it hid shyly away until his tongue urged it to emerge and allow him to lavish his skills on it.
It was all so familiar to him, yet it was all so new. And it was all far beyond anything he’d ever imagined.
As if somebody had delved deep into his subconscious desires…
…and made Gaia’s dreams come true.
The minute he’d looked at her with such heat and longing in his eyes, she’d been lost. When he’d held out his arms, she’d had no other choice but to walk into them, to plaster herself against his body, to kiss him with all the emotions she’d accumulated over the years of imagining exactly this moment.
This man.
Her man. Her warrior, Nohnohsot. The man who had haunted her sleeping mind for so long he felt like an extension of her own thoughts, her own fantasies.
When the skin of his hand found her naked back, she burned with it, fired by the heat flashing between them. Willingly, she stepped backward as he urged her to the bed, cursing her clothes and his for getting in the way of her touching all of him.
She wanted to lick him from head to foot, not just his chest and that sensitive nipple. He tasted like a favorite treat, a memory of flavorful sensations that lingered at the back of her tongue long after her dreams had ended.
When he spread her thighs wide and thrust his face between them, she nearly shrieked aloud with the pleasure of it. It had been good between them in her subconscious wanderings.
In the flesh, it was—incredible.
The heat rose inside her, billowing through her veins as she fell into Ned’s lips, Ned’s mouth, Ned’s tongue…reality blurred into fantasy and there could easily have been grass beneath her spine and a night sky overhead instead of soft sheets and a hotel room ceiling.
She sensed his every move, felt his hair rubbing her thighs, his hands grasping her buttocks hard in that way she adored.
It was all new, but all familiar. And strange—and totally wonderful.
“Jesus…” She moaned the word as she trembled on the edge of an orgasm, her legs taut around his head.
“Not yet.” He pulled away. “There is more.”
Opening her eyes, Gaia looked at his face, the shine from her own juices dappling his mouth, the fire of his desire coloring his cheeks with a deep flush. “I know.”
“Shit.” He blinked. “I need a condom.” The bed shifted as he moved off it and fumbled in the pocket of his pants. “I know I put a couple in here someplace.” There was a muttered oath, the sound of foil tearing and then the bed dipped once more. “Okay. Now, my Indian maiden…”
“That was quick.” She let her head fall back onto the pillow.
“I’m trying not to be in a hurry. But fuck, I’m in a hurry to be inside you.” He levered himself over her and stared down into her eyes. “A real big hurry.”
“Then do it, my warrior. Do it like you always do. Hard and fast.” Gaia licked her lips, as needy as he was. Her belly was already trembling in anticipation, an empty ache growing deep within her that only his cock could ease.
He nudged her then, pressing between her swollen folds, teasing her a little with the delicate pace of his penetration.
“Fuck me, for Chrissake…”
A rough laugh answered her words. “I will. You must be patient.”
Gaia hissed as he moved forward another inch and lifted her legs to his hips, angling herself to encourage him. “I want you, you know how much I want you—”
“Tell me.”
Another minor thrust, another inch of her stretched in welcome. “I want your cock filling me, dammit. I want you taking me, pushing me, driving me the way you always do…”
“In your dreams?”
“Yessss…” Gaia sobbed out the word as Ned slid even deeper into her slick passage. “Oh God, yesssss…”
He thrust hard then, slamming himself home, doing as she asked—filling her, forcing her body backward a little on the bed as he drove all the way into her. “Like that?”
Words failed her. She could only sigh with relief and surrender to the incredible feeling of a real cock, a real length of wondrous flesh buried within her.
Ned stilled for a moment and Gaia slowly opened her eyes to look at him. He was taut, muscles ridged and trembling as he held his body slightly apart from hers. His eyelids were heavy with passion and his gaze fixed on her face. “One thing…” The words were soft, his voice rough as he whispered them.
“What?” She wriggled, trying to get her body against as much of his as she could.
“You’re not planning on turning into a bird or anything, are you?”
“Huh?”
“Just wanted to check.”
“I hadn’t planned on it.” She clenched her inner muscles and noted with pleasure the grimace of desire that crossed Ned’s features. “I might do a little flying, though.” She released him, then tensed once more. “If you’d fucking move…”
He moved.
; He slid out, then back inside her, slowly at first, then faster, murmuring words that would have made no sense even if she could have made them out over the thudding of her own heart.
Within moments, he was pounding himself against her, his groin pushing into her clit with each stroke, his cock ramming deep, his body arched and frantic to finish this sexual race.
Gaia met his every move with ones of her own. Her thighs tightened around him, her ankles locking behind his spine in an attempt to hold him deep, to fill that void that had remained untouched by reality for too long.
She grasped his forearms, nails digging into the muscles that bulged, refusing to let go even when he shifted and locked his fingers around her hipbones. She rode with him, a madly exquisite journey down a path neither had traveled before, but both knew intimately.
It was the ultimate fulfillment of every fantasy, every dream she could remember. Even the tickles and tingles that heralded the beginnings of her orgasm were familiar, old friends visiting new places, remembered sensations made real.
Gaia faded from the real world and drifted into one that held only her and Ned—Gandewitha and Nohnohsot—lovers for eternity.
She moaned and sighed and eventually tensed into trembling rigidity as her orgasm broke and swept over her like a crashing wave beating against the rocks of the shore. She was the shore—Ned was the ocean.
He followed her, a roughly choked groan of completion erupting from his throat as he plunged into her one last time and stayed there—throbbing and pulsing within her so violently she could feel every movement of his sheathed cock, every twitch, every spurt of his seed.
She milked him, her own spasms matching his, a climax that shocked her with its savage battering sensations, tremors caressing his cock, shivering around it as she lost her breath to the pleasure.
Her peak seemed to last a lifetime, an eternity of floating on some plateau of soft insanity, rippling around the blend of bodies, the merging of souls.
She wondered if she’d passed out.
But no, there was Ned, collapsing exhaustedly onto her body and sighing hot breath around one softening nipple. Almost as an afterthought, he swiped it with his tongue in passing.
“Mmmm.”
Gaia shivered as his touch sent aftershocks directly to her clit. “Yeah. I second that.” She reached for his head, gently sifting the black hair through her fingers while she waited for the rest of her body to sort itself out into the correct arrangement of bits and pieces.
“Am I squashing you?” His shoulders shifted.
“Don’t move. Please don’t move. Not for a minute or so.” Her fingers tightened against his scalp, holding his head tucked into her neck. She loved this—the softly damp aftermath of passion, the scent of sex wreathing them, his cock still deep inside her although not stretching her anymore, just there, a reminder that they were joined.
“Ned?” She whispered his name.
“Mmm?” He nuzzled her skin.
“About the dreams…” Gaia felt his chest rise and fall as he sighed.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
She settled herself comfortably as he eased away from her body and slid from the bed. There were the usual bathroom noises, then he returned, slipping into the bed next to her and covering them both with the sheet.
“Okay. The dreams.” He waited.
Gaia curled into him. “I’ve had them as long as I can remember. I’m descended from the Seneca tribe and I guess it’s some sort of genetic memory. I don’t know how to put it any other way.”
Ned was quiet for a moment, his fingers idly stroking her skin. “I suppose that kind of makes sense, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
She blinked. “What sort of thing?”
“You know, dream regression, past lives…all that stuff.”
Gaia considered his words. “And you’re not into…all that stuff.”
He shrugged. “Never have been. But since I got here to Washington and started dreaming—about you or your alternate ego or whatever—well, it just seems really strange, you know?”
“That’s putting it mildly.” She chuckled, unwilling to take offense at his evident skepticism. “In my dreams, I am a woman of the Heron clan. And you…” She walked her fingertips over his chest, “you are a warrior of the Heron clan.”
“Of course. I am the bravest—er—brave that ever lived.”
“I’m serious, Ned.”
He sighed. “I know, sweetheart. I don’t understand this…this…thing between us.” His words were hesitant. “I don’t understand the dreams I’ve had of a time I know nothing about. I don’t understand why the woman I fuck in them turns into a bird at the end of them either.”
“What?”
“Swear to God. Just as I’m about to come, my dream lover, my Indian maiden, gets all fluffy and feathery and, bingo, I’m fucking a goddamn bird.”
Gaia bit her lip against her laughter. “Oh, dear.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed her. “You might as well laugh, because it sounds frickin’ hysterical. It’s not so funny when you wake up with a helluva hard-on and the deep-seated fear you’re turning into some sort of bestiality freak.”
“You poor thing.”
“And when a woman dressed as a heron ends up sitting in exactly the right spot in the middle of a Washington DC park—it’s no wonder I blacked out.”
“Fainted.”
“I did not faint. Men don’t faint.”
“Whatever.” Gaia dismissed his whine, snuggling more deeply into his welcoming embrace. “Just for the record, you’ll note that I’m completely unfeathered at this moment. No bestiality occurred here this evening. Just incredibly wondrous…”
“Yeah, wondrous.” Ned yawned. “Wondrous is the perfect word to describe it.”
Gaia’s eyelids drifted closed. “We’re both herons, Ned. You’re from the heron clan too.”
“Must ‘splain the bird thing.” He shifted himself, wrapping her tightly to his chest.
“Could be.”
Cocooned in Ned’s warmth, Gaia relaxed completely, letting her thoughts drift where they would. She had more questions, more things to talk to Ned about, more answers she wanted to hear.
But they could wait. She was exhausted, sated and more at ease in bed with this man than she could ever remember being. She decided to simply enjoy it.
Together they slipped into sleep curled into each other like puppies after a hard day’s play.
And neither dreamed at all.
Chapter Seven
Although Ned had his doubts about dreams and reality when he woke several hours later, roused by the amazing twin sensations of cool air on his body and a hot mouth on his cock.
Blurry with sleep, he hardened immediately, responding to the stroke of soft lips, the teasing of a vibrant tongue and the touch of two hands.
“Fucking shit—”
Gaia lifted her head. “Sorry. I thought you were awake.”
“Don’t apologize.” Ned’s gut throbbed. “And for God’s sake, don’t stop.”
Her hair brushed his skin as she pushed a lock aside. “You sure you don’t mind? I want to make you come. Like I do in my dreams.”
Those were words that probably every man with a pulse had yearned to hear at one point or another in his life, dreams be damned. “I don’t mind. Really.” Okay, he squeaked his answer, but he was only human, after all, and she had his cock in her hand.
And his balls. Her fingers were roaming, finding all those incredibly sensitive places so few women knew about, let alone touched. With the accuracy of a homing pigeon flying back to its roost, Gaia palmed his sac, rolling it sensuously in her cupped hand as she returned to her previous occupation of sucking him off.
Thank you, God.
Ned told himself he was helpless. He lied like hell, but shit, he hadn’t had a blowjob this good since—well, since one of those dreams.
She suckled him and ran her tongue along the pulsing vein
, murmuring and humming with delight as she found that touchy spot beneath the head of his cock and making him grunt.
She did it again, apparently for the pleasure of hearing him grunt. He obliged, not that he could have done anything else at this point. When her questing fingers probed behind his balls and started exploring places where no woman had gone before, he did a shitload more than grunt.
She matched her sucking to her investigations, finding one particular area of flesh that when pressed—this time it wasn’t a grunt. It was an honest-to-God cry of surprise and delight. Something along the lines of “oh-fucking-holy-shit-what-did-you-do-and-please-do-it-again-now…” spoken in an obscure and archaic male dialect.
Which Gaia must have understood, since she did indeed do it again.
Now Ned was really helpless. His fantasy maiden was doing all the things to him she must have learned at the School for Occult Indian Maidens, Erotic Dream Memory Division.
He clenched his teeth hard as his spine electrified with tiny bolts of sexual energy, preparing to discharge them down through his balls and his cock and into—
“Gaia—babe—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop—”
“I know.” She murmured the words around his most sensitive places, squeezing and releasing the base of his cock and sucking for all she was worth seconds later. Her fingers pressed once more just behind his balls, and when she took as much of him into her mouth as she could and drew hard on him…
He was done. Cooked. Forced beyond his limits to control his own body. She’d taken him to the edge and hadn’t hesitated to push him over. Rattled, befuddled with sleep and aroused past all imaginings, Ned came, erupting into her hot sweetness like a fountain that had just had its pipes cleaned.
Ned’s pipes were being cleaned but good.
He sobbed out a cry of ecstasy, not caring that it was more of a plaintive whimper than a full-bodied roar. He flooded her throat, exploding with the entire force of his libido, unrestrained by any need to do anything at all—but come.
She welcomed him, urging him on with her throat and her lips and her hands, moaning as she swallowed, sucking the very dregs from his soul.
