Page 77 of Sweet Nightmares
This time it—oh, shit. She tilted her head back and grabbed at the sheets because he was caressing a spot that was oh, so…. Oh gods.
She let out a scream, and her body began convulsing in pleasure.
Nightmare stifled the scream with his mouth, plunging his tongue inside; all the while, his talented hands kept going.
But despite his fingers filling her, she felt empty. She needed more. “I need all of you.”
Her hands raked down his chest and curled into his belt. “Please.”
He pulled his large fingers out of her pussy, and they were dripping with her arousal. He sucked one of them into his mouth, tasting her.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
Then, his hands moved to his pants, and he unbuckled them and pulled them off, finally releasing his beautiful, obscenely large cock.
Jane just stared at it, wondering how it would fit.
His hands skated up the insides of her thighs, and he pushed them open. He hovered above her, as if in slow motion, and positioned his cock at her entrance.
He thrust, and she watched the tip slowly enter her. Disappearing inside her. She inhaled sharply and held her breath, waiting for the pain, but it didn’t come.
“Breathe, Jane.”
She released the breath she was holding and swallowed, waiting for him to move, to go further. But he simply stared at her and caressed her face with the back of a knuckle. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“Any pain?”
She shook her head, unable to speak.
“Any words?”
“I uh—no.”
“My golden cock has driven you speechless.” She nodded again. “Wonderful, let’s see how much I make you scream.”
Nightmare smiled, and it was beautiful and bright. It wasn’t a smile she had ever seen from him in person, but it was much like she had imagined the young Gavriil would give before he met Helene.
Then he moved, thrusting in fully, his knowing eyes locked on her face, watching.
Oh, so slowly, he increased his pace, his velvet thickness sliding and caressing her in ways she didn’t know were possible, and she didn’t think she needed. All the while, he watched her.
Her fingers dug into the sheets, and her head rolled back, a moan falling from her lips, followed by a scream when his talented hand flicked her clitoris.
Then, they did see how much she could scream. Over and over and over again. Nightmare was both attentive and monstrous, even in his passion and even in his restraint, and Jane was entranced—spellbound, and she didn’t want it to end.
She wanted to be in his embrace forever.
She lost count of how many times she came—it had to be a record—and how many times he did too, because almost as soon as they’d finished, he started again as if he, too, wanted it to last forever.
But eventually, she was just too spent, and she passed out, only to wake to him taking care of her and cleaning her up.
Nightmare scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the white clawfoot bathtub, gently placing her in it. Her eyes went half-lidded, and she rested her head on the tub’s lip whilehe cleaned her. His hands traveled over her body once more, but this time, he massaged her. When his hands got to her hair, she moaned.
“You like to be touched here?” he asked in a low, whiskey voice.
Too much.She let out a sound of agreement but didn’t open her eyes. Sometime during his aftercare, Jane drifted off to sleep, but she couldn’t tell anyone when it happened.
