Love in Fantasy (Skeleton Key) (26 page)

He tears his mouth from hers and his blue eyes, filled to the brim with need, stare deeply into her green ones. “What, love. What can I do for you?” His tone is almost pleading, begging her to tell him how to please her. Flames seem to be licking her everywhere, stinging her skin, and sending sparks of lust straight to her pussy. He shifts and she cries out at the sensation as his cock rubs against just the right spot.

“Do you want me to make love to you?” he asks brokenly, his panting making it hard to talk.

“Can you—um. . .” Abbi pauses, blushing to the roots of her hair and looking anywhere but at him. She clears her throat and tries again. “You always make love to me and it’s amazing, earth-shattering, but I was wondering if maybe this time you could um—” She stops again, about to give up on finding the courage to ask for what she wants.

“Are you asking me to fuck you, love?” He chokes on the question, and she brings her gaze back to his face, wondering if he’s embarrassed too. But, what she sees is stark need, desperation, and ravenous hunger. All for her.

“Yes. I want you to . . . do that.”

A glimmer of playfulness appears and he smirks at her. “Do what, love?”

“Um, what you said before,” she hedges.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, er, that.”

“You have to say it, love,” he taunts.

“I want you to”—her eyes close and her voice drops to a whisper,—“
fuck me
.” She swallows hard, trying not be embarrassed and looks up at Simon through her lashes. The humor is gone and all that’s left is raw want.

“Hot as fucking hell, Abbi,” he croaks before kissing her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tangling with hers. He removes one hand from her butt cheek and scrunches up the fabric of her skirt until he can glide it over the smooth skin of her thigh, and return to her ass. Where he encounters more naked flesh. “Damn it, are you wearing a thong?” She nods, so lost in him she’s unable to form words. His hands clench and he rocks into her. Just like that, she cries out and goes off like a rocket, bursting with streams of sparkles that rain down around her.

Simon curses and fumbles to get his other hand under her skirt and palming the other side of her ass. His lips glide over her neck, sucking at her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart as she comes back down to earth. He drags his hand over her skin until he’s at her pussy, then slips a finger under the drenched fabric. “Abbi, oh, damn. You are soaked, so ready for me.” With a twist of his fingers and a flick of his wrist, he tears her panties away.

“You wanted me to fuck you, love, and after seeing you come, feeling how wet you are for me, I don’t think I can do anything else. You are so gorgeous, Abbi, but watching you like that, knowing I’m the reason for the ecstasy . . . I need you.
Now
.”

Abbi’s legs are tight around his hips, her body still shuddering with aftershocks, but his words have her core clenching, and he grunts at the contact when her legs spasm around him, pulling him impossibly closer. Using his lower body to hold her up, he grips the fabric of her dress and tears it down the center. Again, he clasps her ass and stares at her bare breasts, then drops his head back with closed eyes, breathing deeply.

Bringing his head back up, he moves his groin back a little, and she whimpers. “Take me out, love,” he commands softly. Her eyes flutter as she processes his words, a greedy smile forming on her face. She’d always been too shy with Simon, even in these dreams, to ask for this. Now she was going to have her world rocked, hard and fast. Taking her arms from around his neck, she unzips his pants and reaches inside to grip his considerable girth. She gasps, not remembering it being quite this big. Will he even fit? Simon seems to sense her turmoil and he nibbles on her ear. “Your pussy is the exact right size for my cock, love. Because I exist only for you. Trust me, we fit.”

It’s a good thing he’s holding her up, because she practically melts. Looking down at the tip, sticking just above the low waistband of his pants, she frowns at how red and angry it looks. “Are you in pain?” She runs the pad of her thumb over the tip, spreading around the liquid escaping the slit.

“Yeah, love. I’m in pain, and I will be until I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”

Gingerly, she gets him all the way out and pushes his pants so they fall to the ground. Commando? Wow, he’d never done that in any of her fantasies before. Her eyes meet his and they stay locked on each other as he lines up with her pussy and pushes inside. She gasps at the fullness and the way he’s stretching her. This is all a little overwhelming and confusing. She’s never experienced this kind of pain, or the satisfying feeling of being filled by her man. He pulls back an inch and pushes in again, going a little further until he bumps her barrier.

Ok, that was definitely not there in her dreams before.

“Fuck. You’re a virgin, Abbi?” he grits, clearly struggling not to move. She flushes with embarrassment. “Hey, hey, now,” he says quickly. “There is nothing in this world, other than your love and our children, that is a more precious gift than choosing me as your first.”

“Really?” She perks up at his beautiful words.

“Really,” he repeats. “As long as you understand, not only am I the first, I am your
only
. You are mine, Abbi St. Claire. Oh, about that, we’ll discuss your change in name later. After I’ve had my way with you. Multiple times.” He shifts and moans, a low, guttural sound. “You being a virgin, just means I can’t fuck you like I wanted to.”

“Yes, you can,” she disagrees.

“No, love. This is going to hurt. I need to be gentle.”

“But, I don’t want—” He stops her by sealing his mouth over hers and he begins to move again, pulling out just a little and he stops, getting ready to break the thin membrane. Not one to give up so easily, Abbi grabs his ass and squeezes with all her might as she bites down on his lip. The move takes him completely off guard and between the shock and the roaring lust streaming through his body, he loses his tightly reined control and thrusts in hard, driving all the way in, bumping her cervix. She cries out from the pain but refuses to give him time to come to his senses.

She stiffens her legs and tenses the muscles of her pussy, then bucks her hips and she digs her fingers into his ass cheeks. “
Fuuuuuck!
” he roars. In this split second, he becomes more animal than man. He pounds into her relentlessly, and she screams with each deep plunge. Her back slams into the door a couple of times before the noise seems to make its way to his ears. He growls and holds her against him, keeping their connection as he stalks over to the bed. He climbs up and takes her legs from around him, pulling all the way out. She makes a sound of protest that turns into a yelp of pain when his hand comes down on her naked ass.

He flips her around and onto her knees, then guides her hands to the headboard, wrapping her fingers around it. “You wanted me to lose control, love? Well, I did,” he growls almost angrily. “I’m going to fuck you like the animal you’ve unleashed and you’re going to take what I give you.”

Apparently, she doesn’t answer fast enough because her ass stings from another hard slap. “Hold on tight, love,” he warns. Gripping her hips, he slams back inside of her, picking up speed with each thrust. His hands travel around to her front and he palms her breasts, squeezing them, then pinching the nipple hard enough to make them throb in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She whimpers and he removes one hand to spank her ass on each of his next three thrusts, then switches hands, giving her other her breast and ass cheek the same treatment.

“Fuck yes, take it, Abbi. Damn you feel good, so fucking tight. Let me hear you.” He spanks her again and she whimpers. “Louder, Abbi,” he demands. She finally let’s go of any lingering inhibitions and just feels. Feels the way his cock drags against the walls of her pussy, the way it stretches her to what feels like a breaking point. She revels in the building pressure, the sting of his spanks and twists of her nipples, and the resulting pleasure that floods her body and coats his cock in her arousal. “That’s it, love,” he encourages, and she suddenly realizes she is screaming with every movement, his name flying from her lips.

“Yes! Yes! Simon, oooooh, yes!”

“If you could see this view,” he moans. “Fuck. Your sweet red ass, my cock disappearing inside your hot pussy and coming out covered in your cream.”

His filthy mouth builds her up, putting every nerve on alert, her muscles all clenched in anticipation. He abruptly stills his hips and grabs her breasts, bringing her up on her knees, her back against his chest. “I need you to come, love,” he says right before he slaps her pussy and she shatters like a window, each crack building and building until finally, she explodes into a million tiny shards of glass.

As she comes, he puts a hand on her back and gently pushes her back down, all the way to the bed, so her shoulders are on the mattress with her ass high in the air. He wraps his arms around her legs and applies pressure, guiding them open as wide as they will go. “Tilt your pussy, love.” She angles is as best she can in this position. He bends over and plays with her nipples, his hips still, so she can feel every beat of his heart through the pulse of his cock.

She moans, “No, Simon, I can’t take anymore.” Then gasps from the pain of his hand landing on the raw skin of her ass. Her pussy floods with juices and they run down her legs.

“What did I tell you when you made me lose control, Abbi?” he snaps.

“I—I would, ooooh, I had to take it,” she concedes, her voice hoarse and low.

“That’s right. And, I want you to come again. We’re going to go together this time, so don’t come unless I tell you.”

“Oo—okay.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. He plays with her nipples some more, lazily beginning to thrust his cock in and out. Then he slides his hands down to her pussy, spreading the lips and as his hips pump faster, he drives her crazy with touches around her clit, passing over it only enough to tease.

“Simon, please!” she begs. He slams into her again, over and over, and she feels herself about to fall over the edge when he pinches one of her nipple hard enough for the zing on pain to penetrate her fog.

“Not yet,” he snaps, then resumes his erratic thrusting and pussy play. “Almost, love. Oh, shit, shit, fuck!
Almost—
fuck! NOW!” he bellows, pinching her clit hard and planting himself deep inside her they are connected with no air or space between them. Making them one. “Fuck yes, Abbi, yes!” His come is filling her with its heat. His lazily pushes in and out of her as they ride out their orgasms. Then they collapse on the bed in a sweaty, sated heap of tangled limbs.

An hour or so later, they lay in bed, Simon on his back, slowly running his fingers through her hair as she rests her head on his chest. She yawns and blinks her eyes rapidly, trying to rid them of their sleepy heaviness. “Why don’t go to sleep, love?” Simon suggests.

Her face rubs against his smattering of chest hair when she shakes her head, then yawns again. “I don’t want the night to be over. I hate when morning comes and we are enemies again.” Her voice is forlorn, and Simon adjusts her so she is now sprawled on top of him, her chin propped on her folded hands.

“It won’t happen, love. I could never forget what happened tonight. Now that I’ve admitted to you and to myself, how desperately in love with you I am, I can’t shove it back into the box. It won’t fit and it’s growing by the minute.”

She smiles and looks at him strangely. “You tell me you love me every time we meet in my dreams; why do you seem so surprised?”

Simon shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says cagily. “Perhaps it seems more real tonight than it has before.” He palms her ass and tugs her so she’s straddling him right over his rapidly growing erection. He gives her a naughty smile and a wink. “If you need something to wake you up, I have a few suggestions.”

Simon groans at the sunlight streaming onto his face. He doesn’t want to wake up and go back to reality. Last night, he’d had the best dream and it had opened his mind so he couldn’t hide anymore. Now, the hard part would be convincing Abbi to forgive him, and he’d loved her all along, but was fighting it, turning him into a monumental asshole. What he wouldn’t give to go back into his fantasy where he fell asleep holding her luscious body close. He mentally grins. After fucking her four times, of course.

Something warm and soft shifts over his body. What the hell? He pries an eye open and freezes. This isn’t his room. He glances down and holds his breath, afraid to do anything that might break him out of what is obviously a hallucination. Was he still dreaming?

Abbi is sleeping on top of him, her cheek pressed to his chest, her mouth slightly open so he can feel her hot breath on his skin. Her plump breasts are pillowed against him, and her arms are banded around his waist, holding tightly as though she fears he’ll get away. She shifts again and he groans when her pussy rubs against his morning wood. It’s slick with her juices. She’s wet for him, even in her sleep, and he fights the need to rock his hips up. Damn, he wants her.

Suddenly, her muscles tense and her head slowly rises, turning to face him, her eyes bleary and confused. “Simon?” She stares at him warily, before dropping her gaze and gasping as she realizes she’s lying on top of him, butt naked. She squirms and Simon grabs her waist to still her movement even as he moans.