6. Another Dream
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There was a soft click as the bedroom door shut. At the sound the elf lord sat up, the sheet sliding down, revealing a strong bare chest. His eyes searched the room finding a shadowy figure bathed in the flicking light of the dying fire. Pushing the sheet aside he rose from the bed and faced her.
"Meleth," came the soft throaty voice, "I have missed you."
The elleth moved closer to him. She wore a light blue sheer nightdress and a deeper blue embroidered velvet wrap robe. The firelight reflected on her waist long hair and caused flashes of gold and red to scintillate around her head and shoulders.
Puzzled deep grey eyes looked into deep amber brown eyes.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" He was intrigued. He reached out and fingered a soft tress of hair.
"I entered on dreams," she smiled. She reached out a slender hand and gently stroked his cheek. His hand covered hers and he turned his mouth to kiss her palm. His unbound midnight hair spilled to cover his face and their hands.
"I could wait no longer." She tilted her head and smiled again at him. " Will you not share my dreams with me again?"
"Somehow, Lirimaer, it would seem selfish of me if I did not," he smiled.
She was a temptation to his senses, His eyes moved over her slowly. Her gown hid very little, clinging in all the right places. Her breasts were high and her nipples beaded. Her hips were sweetly curved and soft, begging his hands to explore. The perfume in her hair and on her skin reminded him of his gardens after a spring rain.
Pulling her gently to him, he fitted her against his thighs and let her feel his arousal. She lifted her face for his kiss. His mouth covered hers and his tongue challenged hers in a duel that created a slow fire within them both. His hands began a slow exploration of her body, and pushed the robe from her shoulders to the floor. His hands move back down her back and cupped her bottom pulling her tight against his body.
Wet tongues again continued their battle, fencing in a mutual hot dance. He kissed her eyes, nibbled her ears, and then, traced a path to her throat. She moaned and dropped her head back to give him better access as he licked a path down her throat and palmed her harden tips through the sheer gown. He dropped his mouth to her breast and pulled first one tender nipple then the other into his hot wet mouth.
His hands lifted her gown and strong fingers stroked her inner thigh. She moaned against his chest and adjusted her legs to allow him better access to her aching center. Threading his fingers through her soft curls he parted her and found the hidden treasure. He slid first one finger, then a second inside deep into her heat and wetness. Her hips moved in anguished rhythm to the dance his fingers had started. His slow movements frustrated her and she moved against his fingers in frantic pleading.
Bracing her with an arm, he increased the pace and watched the tension building within her. His climax was pacing hers slowly too, but he was more interested in the responses of this glorious creature in his arms. Her whimpers and frantic movements against his hand and fingers increased as she climbed up and over the edge.
"Look at me, Lirimaer, I want to watch as you let go" His eyes turned a hot charcoal as he watched her intensely. Her dazed eyes opened and locked with his. With a last jerk of her body, her internal muscles pulled at his fingers. The shock waves of her release left her boneless and she clung to his shoulders.
"Meleth" she whispered brokenly. " I am addicted to you".
He smiled and lifting her in his arms, carried her to the bed. He knelt on one knee and laid her down amid the pillows.
"Now to my dreams, Lirimaer".
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