In My Dreams (5 page)

“
I don’t know what to say. I’m embarrassed. I mean you weren’t supposed to see that. Fuck, James…”

“
Destiny, do you know you are a very beautiful woman?”

Destiny
looked at him with concern. What was going on here? Her body was craving this man, this rock star who probably was with some model or other well-known goddess just last night, who was now standing here with lust in his eyes
for her
. Destiny knew that if he said “get naked,” she would without batting an eye. Who wouldn’t? This was THE James “sexy as hell” Michaels. 
Get a grip girl! You are not a groupie to be used and thrown away. Whatever this is – it’s not going to happen tonight.
She chanted in her head.

Rising from the couch she walked over to where she had dropped the phone and menu on the floor. She reached down and picked them up in one swift move. Placing the phone back on the cradle and the menu beside it on the table she turned not looking at James and cleared her throat.

“James, I think you should leave.” She murmured her words that were not even clear to her.

James
started approaching her, and Destiny took a step back. He continued his approach until he was inches away. He did not touch her, but she could feel his breath as he exhaled.

“
We will not do anything that you don’t want to do, Destiny. You must know that I want this weekend to be everything you fantasized about. With that said, if that means not touching you, then so be it. However, little girl, if you want me to touch you, all you have to do is say so.”

Destiny
nodded.

James
leaned in and gently kissed her mouth. His eyes were staring at her intently. She swallowed hard and wanted his lips to return to hers. She lifted her head slightly to give him an okay, and James wasted no time giving her what she wanted. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her flush to him, taking her mouth and kissing her deeply. He parted his lips and nudged her with his tongue. She opened her lips, accepted his tongue, wrapping her arms around his neck, and threw caution to the wind. Her body needed this. Hell, her body wanted it. She was a woman and he was a man.  For this weekend, he was hers and she was his, no regrets and no remorse. They parted and she took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

In the bedroom of the suite, he pulled her to him, hugging her gently, and kissed her long and hard on the lips.
Destiny responded passionately, standing on tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and searching out his tongue with her own, then slowly and carefully they began to undress each other.

She unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it back down his arms and tossing it onto a chair.
James took the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it, and as she raised her arms, he slid it up and off her. Then his hands moved behind her, stroked her back gently for a few moments, and as she closed her eyes and stood very still, she felt him unfasten her bra and slide it down her arms.

He feasted his gaze on her, the firm brown breasts jutting proudly from her curvy body, the dark brown nipples already hardening with passion at his touch. From her waist, the gentle inviting curve of her womanly hips vanished into her low cut jeans. Gently
, he put a hand up to each warm globe and stroked the nipple, and Destiny shuddered and ran her hands up and down his arms.

Suddenly she knelt down, and her hands fumbled at his belt. Unfastening it, she popped the button on his pants
, slid the zipper down and pulled them down his legs to his ankles. He understood what was coming and felt his cock rising and hardening in his boxer briefs. Destiny stroked the bulge of his cock through the material, feeling the shape of his erection, and then she took hold of his briefs on either side and slid them down his legs, his cock springing free level with her face. She was well pleased.

“
James, who knew?” She teased. He smiled knowingly.

Gently, she took his erection in her hands and moved her mouth towards it
tortuously slow, gently blowing on the tip. The cold air of her breath made it grow even thicker and harder. She put her tongue out, licking the tip of his cock with it. He moaned, putting his hands on her head, holding her gently.

Finally, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking it as her tongue teased it.
James gasped and buried his fingers in her hair, feeling her lips slide along his shaft and her persistent tongue tickling and teasing as her hands held the base of his cock and stroked his balls in their tight sack.

She kept this up until
James was gasping and writhing under her touch, but he gathered she wasn't going to make him come this way. This was just foreplay.

Destiny
stood up, and looking around, she spotted a straight back chair in the corner. Pulling it into the center of the room, she asked James to sit in it, and when he did, she peeled his pants and shorts over his feet, leaving him naked.

Standing in front of him, she unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, then coyly slipped her silk panties off as he watched. Wondering what was coming next, he was amazed as she stood in front of him, hips swaying like an exotic dancer, her eyes closed. She began to play with her nipples with one hand while the other slid slowly down her chocolate brown belly toward her mound, finally reaching the damp slit below her small neat
ly trimmed bush of hair. 

As he watched, his excitement growing, she slid one finger into her pussy slit and began to pleasure herself, her hips swaying, her lips slightly parted as she made soft moaning noises.
 

James
felt like he was going to burst. His cock stood out like a ramrod and he began to stroke it, wondering if she intended them to masturbate in front of each other. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stepped up to the chair he was in.

Opening her legs wide, she moved forward and over him, straddling his thighs, and then she slowly lowered herself onto his lap, leaning back slightly, steadying herself on the chair back. One hand dropped down between them, and taking his cock in her fingers, she guided it to her entrance and gently lowered herself onto him, his erection slipping deep inside her warm pussy. Face to face they sat, stroking each other, kissing.
James’s thick hard cock was buried deliciously deep inside her welcoming slickness, until finally she began to move, softly and gently, rising and falling, her cunt slipping up and down his throbbing cock in tantalizingly slow strokes.

He groaned and put his arms around her, running his fingers up and down her back. He thought that he could feel every ridge and ripple inside her love tunnel; his cock end was so sensitive. He recognized she was moving so slowly because she wanted to prolong it for them both. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly through her mouth. He pulled her to him and kissed her full on the mouth, and her dark eyes opened and stared into his, soft with passion.

Destiny marveled at the contrast between them, her deep chocolate skin against his white skin with its multicolored ink. James eyes never left her body, taking in every inch of her, her body gleaming with the sweat from her exertions, a rivulet of sweat between her breasts trickling downward. He groaned and stroked the soft curve of her hips, and she closed her eyes again and quickened the pace, bouncing up and down on him faster. He slid his hands under her buttocks and began to help her move, lifting her with each stroke, feeling the strong muscles tighten and relax under his fingers. Her breath began to come in short gasps, and he sensed she was building towards orgasm. He began to buck his hips in the chair, digging his toes into the carpet and flexing his back. He felt the ache begin deep in his lower belly and spread into his cock and balls.

Destiny
was bouncing very fast now, and gasping each time she bottomed out and felt his shaft reaching impossibly deep, her sounds growing louder, until suddenly he felt her tighten around his thick cock and she jerked frantically, throwing her head back and moaning as she came. He felt his cock begin to pulse in waves of pure pleasure that spread through his body as he released inside her, spurting his semen into her intimate depths as she ground her hips onto him, and only reluctantly slowing and finally stopping, panting, her head on his shoulder.

Destiny
smiled a little girl grin, kissing him on the cheek.

“
Thanks, that was great.”

“
I should be thanking you,” he said breathlessly.

Destiny
started to raise herself from his lap, when he caught her by the waist.

“
Where in the hell do you think you are going?”

“
Well, I was just…”

“
I am not finished with you, little girl.” Kissing her on her chin, “We just got started. I hope you are not in a hurry to eat.” He grinned, displaying those dimples.

Destiny
knew at that moment that she was in for a hot steamy night. 

They awoke in the same position they had falling asleep.
Destiny woke first, and she laid there studying the sleeping James Michaels. In his sleep, he was peaceful. She could tell he was dreaming, seeing his eyes moving so fast under his closed eyelids. She wondered what he might be dreaming about.  As if he read her mind in his sleep, she heard him murmur, “Fuck Destiny, you feel so good, baby.” She smiled to herself, nothing like a rock god dreaming about making love to you, especially when he could have any woman he wanted at the blink of an eye.

She decided to get up and shower to prepare for whatever her weekend boyfriend had in store for her. She would be spending the day with him. If he was following her essay, he would take her sight-seeing to some of the famous sights in Los Angeles, but also some of the great spots only the natives kn
ew about, since he was born and raised in L.A. She was actually excited about this. She had been to L.A. to visit family or for a convention here or there, but she had never really seen L.A. or experienced the lifestyle. She shifted to get up and felt the soreness between her legs. She winced a bit and then she got up, knowing that every time she bent over or sat down she would think of James.

James
must have felt the bed shift as she was getting up. When she became aware of him in her peripheral vision as she headed for the shower, she stopped, looked at him and smiled. He had a boyish grin on his face.

“
Good morning, little girl. Are you sore?”

“
Good morning, baby boy. Yes a bit.”

“
Are you too sore for a repeat performance?” he asked, turning back the covers to invite her back in bed.

“
I think I can manage,” she said, retracing her steps back to the bed.

The first place
James took Destiny was to his house. She had seen a magazine article about his house, and in her essay, she mentioned that she hoped to get to see it while she was with him. Her mouth fell open at how his home was even more marvelous than it looked in the photos. He led her on a guided tour, holding her hand and watching carefully at every reaction. When Destiny saw the famous Velvet Purple couch, she squealed.

“
May I?”

“
What? Sit on the couch?” James asked, confused.

“
Don’t make fun of me! Purple is my favorite color, and when I saw you had a velvet purple couch, it looked so lush I said ‘I have to sit on that couch.’”

“
By all means, knock yourself out. And while you do that, I want you to hear something.” James then disappeared to another room.

She heard music surround her, and then heard
James’s voice. She closed her eyes and listened to the melodious song with its sad lyrics, and she was raptured away like so many other times when she listened to his music. She felt the couch next to her sink, and she knew he had come to sit with her. When the song stopped, she opened her eyes, blinking away the tears that had gathered.

“
That was lovely. What is the name of the song?”

“
It’s a work in progress, so I haven’t named it yet.”

James
stared at Destiny until she became a bit uncomfortable. “James?”

“
Do you know how beautiful you really are?  Your shoulder-length, reddish brown hair falling gently framing your high cheekbones that tell the story of the Native American blood that flows in your veins, the milk chocolate skin with its red and yellow undertones, your dark brown almond shaped eyes, that, my God, when you are sexually aroused, make a man weak in the knees. Even now, your face, under this lighting, gives you a classic sexy look. Let’s not even talk about that body. Destiny, you are a very beautiful woman.”

“
And I've seen the women you date,” Destiny cut James off. It was rude, but she didn’t want to get caught up in his words, and this was only for a weekend. “I'm not like them. James, I know you've read my essay. You may feel that you are doing me a favor, throw the little lonely woman a bone, and...” She paused and looked away from him, then continued, “I know that it may be obvious how I feel about my body, which means you know that I'm a bit insecure about myself and how I look.”