by B E Kelly
“So, when I kiss you, you can feel me?” Reaper asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And, what do I feel like to you, Lizzy?” He looked down at her and she could tell that he was hopeful she wouldn’t push him away, but there was no chance of that. She had felt everything when he touched her, kissed her and now she wanted more—she wanted to feel everything from him.
“You feel like home,” she said.
“Thank fuck,” Reaper growled and tugged her against his body. He kissed his way into her mouth, not giving her time to think or even breathe—just feel and Beth wasn’t sure she’d ever be the same again.
Reaper
His body wanted to throw Lizzy on the bed and strip her bare but his mind was telling him to take things slowly with her. He knew he had to make her first time special, but that might mean bringing their little make-out session to a screeching halt and his dick was completely against that idea. In fact, his cock thought it was the worst fucking idea he had ever had.
“Baby,” he said, breaking their kiss. “We need to slow down,” he breathed. He felt as if he had just run a marathon and the way Lizzy was looking at him, like he was her next meal, wasn’t helping his situation any.
“What do you mean by slowing down?” she asked. “I thought we were on the same page here.” They were totally on the same page, but he also knew that he could completely fuck things up with her and that wasn’t something he was willing to do.
“I mean, that we just met each other today and maybe we should get to know each other a little before we just jump into bed together,” he said.
“This is because I’m a virgin, isn’t it?” she questioned. Reaper hated the defeat he saw in her eyes, but he wasn’t sure how to answer her. If she was some woman that he had just met, he would have had her naked and in bed already. But something felt off with Lizzy. It didn’t feel as if he had just met her and that made him sound crazy, but he didn’t care. Maybe she was right and they had some strange cosmic connection, but he couldn’t deny it any longer—there was something.
Reaper shrugged, not ready to admit anything yet. “Fine,” she spat. “I like to sleep on the right side of the bed, if that is okay with you. I’m going to take a quick shower and then the bathroom will be all yours.” Lizzy turned and grabbed her suitcase from the chair he had put it on and stomped off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Reaper wasn’t sure if he regretted not telling her how he felt about her, but it was too late now. Lizzy had put up her walls and from the angry banging around in the bathroom, she wouldn’t be taking them down any time soon.
****
It felt like Lizzy was in the bathroom forever but he didn’t dare knock to check on her. The last thing he wanted was to make her any more upset than she already was. Instead, he made himself comfortable in the bed they were supposed to share and tried to think about things that would help calm down his hyperactive libido, but nothing seemed to help.
She finally came out of the bathroom and stood by the side of the bed and Reaper couldn’t take his eyes off her. Lizzy was gorgeous with her hair wet and brushed back from her face. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and the little t-shirt she had on did nothing to hide her sexy curves and bare legs. He wanted to pull her on top of his body and make her his but Reaper knew that was a bad idea.
“I don’t think you will have any hot water, sorry,” she said, even though he could tell by the sly smirk on her face that she was anything but. “And,” she said, looking him over, “you’re on my side of the bed.”
“Oh yeah,” he said, standing to move out of the way. “You said you like the right side.”
“Yes,” she said. “If that works for you, since you seem to be calling all the shots.” She slid into the spot he just occupied and covered her body with the blankets.
“I guess I’ll take a quick shower and then hit the sack,” he said.
“Suit yourself,” she sassed. Reaper shook his head at her and grabbed his duffle bag. “I’ll probably be asleep before you are out of the shower, so goodnight,” she said. He nodded and headed into the bathroom.
Reaper stripped and turned on the shower and she was right about one thing; he had no hot water. He sighed and stepped into the spray and wanted to shout that the water was freezing, but he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing him complain. The rest of it, the part where she said he was in control that was a total lie. Since meeting the sexy brunette, he had felt anything but in control of his life or anything around him. Although, telling her that wasn’t an option. Besides, if he had, she wouldn’t have believed him anyway.
He took the quickest cold shower of his life and unfortunately, it did nothing to help with his erection. Reaper wasn’t sure what to do about Lizzy being a virgin. The caveman in him wanted to take what she was offering and not look back, but the good guy, who lived deep down inside of him, didn’t want to take advantage of the gift she was giving him. He didn’t want to fuck things up with her and that meant keeping his hands and the rest of his body parts to himself until he was sure he was doing the right thing. Every ounce of him knew that making Lizzy his was the right thing, but he also wanted to make sure she was on board and not just caught up in the physical attraction that seemed to hum between the two of them.
He finished getting ready for bed and went back into the room to find that Lizzy had built a pillow wall down the middle of the bed. He couldn’t help his laugh since she was even going the extra mile, pretending she was asleep. He could tell by the way her breathing picked up when he walked into the room that she wasn’t. If she wanted to play, he was up for it but she wasn’t going to like the way it ended. She seemed determined to get under his skin, one way or the other and he wasn’t about to let her win.
Reaper started to dismantle her wall, tossing the pillows onto the floor. “Hey,” she protested, turning to face him.
“Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” He didn’t hide his smirk, letting her know that he wasn’t buying her act. Lizzy looked his body up and down and licked her lips. He had made the mistake of just wearing his boxer briefs to bed and he was still sporting an erection. She seemed to notice and didn’t take her eyes off his cock.
“Fuck, Lizzy,” he growled, using the pillow he was about to toss to the floor to cover his erection. “You can’t look at me that way,” he demanded.
“Like what way?” she asked, not looking up at him. The little minx knew exactly what she was doing.
“Stop looking at my dick,” he protested.
“Sorry,” she offered but he knew she didn’t really mean it. “Maybe if you wore pajamas this would be easier.”
Reaper barked out his laugh. “I don’t own pajamas, honey,” he admitted. “In fact, I usually sleep naked so, you should count yourself lucky I’m wearing anything at all.”
“Yeah,” she griped. “I’m not feeling very lucky right now.”
“Well, if it helps, I can just take off my boxers,” he said. Reaper dropped the pillow he was holding and liked the way her eyes darted back to his erection. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and started to inch them down his body and when he realized she wasn’t going to protest, he stopped. “You are a tricky woman,” he grumbled and slipped into bed next to her. Without her makeshift barrier, he could feel the heat of her body and all he could think about was touching her. What was it about this woman that made him need to have some sort of physical contact with her?
He rolled to his side and Lizzy’s whole body went rigid beside him. That was the last thing he wanted—her nervous in the same space as him. “Roll over,” he demanded.
“What—why?” she questioned.
Reaper sighed, “Please, Lizzy,” he begged. “I just want to hold you while we sleep.” He waited her out and could tell that she was thinking through her next move. When she finally complied, he snuggled up against her back and wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her sexy little ass against his cock
and it was all he could do not to thrust his unruly dick against her backside.
“This okay?” he asked, gently kissing her shoulder.
“Ye-yes,” she stuttered. “Although I’m not sure how I’m supposed to get any sleep this way.” He had to admit, he felt the same way. He wasn’t going to sleep well with the way she was pressed up against him. Reaper suddenly wished he had taken a few extra minutes in the bathroom to find his release because being hard all night long wasn’t going to be very comfortable. Around Lizzy, he found himself in a perpetual state of arousal.
“Just close your eyes and you’ll be out before you know it,” he said.
“Sure,” she said, as if she didn’t believe him. “You actually believe yourself?” she asked around a yawn.
“No,” he breathed, “but it’s worth a shot.” Reaper tightened his hold around her and felt her body relax and before he knew it, he was drifting off himself.
****
“No,” she shouted. “You cannot throw sand at me, Chris.” Reaper looked down at his hand and it was smaller than he remembered. In fact, his whole body was smaller and when he noticed he was wearing those damn red swim trunks that he hated; he knew he was dreaming. He hadn’t remembered this day in a very long time, but Lizzy telling him about her dream seemed to dredge up the old memory.
Reaper dropped the handful of sand he was ready to lob at her. “Lizzy,” he said, reaching for her. She looked to be a few years younger than him but he’d know her anywhere. It was as if he could feel that it was her and when she took his outstretched hand, he felt that same damn heat he had when she touched him in real life.
“My name is Beth,” she chided.
“You’re my Lizzy,” he whispered and pulled her against his body, sealing his mouth over hers. At first, the kiss felt awkward and wrong but as he kissed her lips, she grew into the woman he knew and by the time he broke the kiss, he was once again his adult self.
“Reaper,” she whispered. “You’re here.”
“Well, where else would I be, honey?” he questioned.
“No, I mean—you’re really here, in my dream.” He looked around and realized that he was in fact with her, but where they were was still a mystery to him. “How is this even possible?” she asked, linking their hands together. I’ve never connected with anyone in my dreams,” she admitted.
“You don’t honestly believe we are having the same dream, do you Lizzy?” he asked. “I mean, this is probably just my dream and you’re in it.” That had to be what was happening. The idea of them having the same dream was preposterous. Besides, he usually didn’t dream and if he did, he never remembered them when he woke up.
“Well, I’m here and you’re here,” she said. “What other explanation could there be? Why do I always end up here, Reaper? What is it about this day that you keep showing it to me?”
He shrugged and looked down the beach to where he knew his family would be sitting. “I was so young,” he whispered. “See that little family sitting under the red beach umbrella?” He pointed down the beach to where his mother, father and sister sat and couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes,” she said.
“That’s my family,” he admitted. “This was the last happy day I remember,” he said.
“Oh, Reaper,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault,” he said. “Honestly, I forgot what it felt like to be happy—until today that is. Meeting you, spending the day with you; I don’t know how to explain it.” Honestly, he wasn’t sure how to tell her just how much he had enjoyed their day together, even if it hadn’t exactly ended the way he wanted, with her underneath him, panting out his name.
“Just say what you feel,” she offered. What did he have to lose? It wasn’t as if he was sharing his feelings with Lizzy. She was just a dream and he could at least admit what he was feeling here; telling her that she had become someone he liked being around, wouldn’t really matter because she wasn’t real.
“I can’t figure out why you make me feel like I do, Lizzy,” he admitted. “Hell, I need to be with you and touch you as much as I seem to need my next breath but that isn’t logical. We just met today and this kind of connection should take months or even years, not hours. He pushed a strand of her long dark hair back from her face and ran his thumb down her jaw. Lizzy leaned into his touch and he knew that not taking her was going to be impossible.
“Fuck,” he growled. “If this is just a dream, I should tell you that I want you but more than that, I need you, Lizzy. I can’t seem to keep my damn hands off you and when I kiss you, it feels like—” He wasn’t sure what the right word was.
“Home,” she said. He remembered her telling him he felt like home to her and she was right, that was exactly how it felt for him too. “Please, Reaper,” she begged. A tear ran down her cheek and he thumbed it away. “Please don’t push me away again,” she asked. God, he wanted to tell her that he’d never do that to her but that is exactly what he had done.
“This isn’t real,” he told himself.
Lizzy went up onto her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips. “Does that feel real?” she asked.
It felt like the realest thing in his world every time she kissed him. “Yes,” he murmured.
“Does this feel real?” She reached down and cupped his erection, just as she had in their hotel room, earlier that night.
“Yes,” he hissed. “It feels so good when you touch me, honey.”
“Wake up and love me, Reaper,” she begged.
“I don’t want to wake up, Lizzy,” he admitted. “If I do, all of this disappears.” Reaper knew that if he opened his eyes, all of this would be gone and Lizzy would never know how he really felt about her. He didn’t want this dream to end, it was almost perfect.
“It won’t disappear, Reaper,” she promised. “I’m right here and I won’t forget. Just open your eyes,” she begged.
Reaper’s eyes flew open and he felt as if he had just run a race. His heart was beating wildly and he was suddenly aware of the fact that he had a warm woman on top of his body.
“Lizzy,” he whispered.
“Were you expecting someone else?” she asked. She kissed her way down his jaw to his chest.
“What are you doing?” he asked as she worked her way down to the band of his boxers. “Lizzy,” he said her name again, this time he wasn’t sure if he meant it as a warning or a plea.
“I’m taking what I want, Reaper. You told me that I feel like home and I feel the same way about you. You’re right, this connection is bigger than the both of us and I’m done letting you push me away. You promised,” she said.
“You mean to tell me that dream—it was real?” Reaper wasn’t sure if he was awake or if he was still in the dream.
“Does this feel real?” she said, repeating the same words she gave him in his dream. But this time, instead of cupping his erection with her hands, she pulled down his boxers and hesitantly licked the head of his shaft.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Yes, that fucking feels real.”
“Does this feel real, Reaper?” she wrapped her hands around his girth and sucked him into her warm mouth.
“God, Lizzy,” he hissed. “Don’t stop, baby,” he insisted. He took over, forgetting that she had no experience with any of this. It didn’t feel like that when she was sucking him to the back of her throat and swallowing around his shaft.
Reaper tried to pull free from her mouth, but she tightened her grip, as if telling him she wanted all of what he was about to give her. “I’m going to come, honey,” he said. She moaned around his erection and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pumped into her mouth as if he was desperate to find his release and didn’t let up until he was shooting his seed down her throat.
“Shit honey, I’m so sorry,” he said. Lizzy licked him clean and kissed her way back up his body.
“For?” she questioned.
“For being so rough with you,” he said. “For just using
you like that and for not believing you earlier. It was real; it was all real, wasn’t it?”
She smiled up at him, resting on his chest. “First,” she began, “I wanted to do that for you,” she said. “I want to be with you, Reaper. I want you to be my first—well, my first everything.”
“Baby,” he whispered, gently pushing her hair back from her beautiful face.
“And yes, it was all real and thank you for saying that,” she said.
“Come here, Lizzy,” he said, pulling her up his body. She straddled his chest and he could feel the heat from her core on his skin, even through her panties. He yanked her t-shirt over her head, leaving her almost bare. He could see her silhouette in the dim light that filtered in through the room’s only window and she was beautiful.
“Please make me yours, Reaper,” she begged him just as she had in their shared dream. Maybe she was already his but he couldn’t find the words to tell her that.
“My Lizzy,” he whispered and pulled her down to kiss her lips. She rubbed herself on his chest and he needed more. “I need to taste you,” he said, rolling her underneath him before she had time to protest. He worked his way down her body, just as she had done to him, and pulled her panties down her legs.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he said. He dipped his head between her legs and lapped at her wet folds like a starving man. “Fuck, you taste so good, honey,” he said. Lizzy moaned and thrust her pussy towards his mouth, causing him to chuckle.
“Reaper,” she whimpered his name.
“I’ll take good care of you, honey,” he promised. “Be a good girl and hold still for me.” She nodded and took a deep breath as if she was holding it. He wanted to make things good for her, but the longer he took to get is cock into her pussy, the more his patience seemed to wear down.
Reaper licked and sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth, knowing that she wouldn’t last long if he kept up his rhythm and he ruthlessly set a furious pace, wanting to give her what she had been begging for. And when she finally found her release, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
