Page 21 of Safe in Shadow
“Too big,” she mumbled drowsily, and just like that, it was smaller. Smaller and waiting against her hand.
God, how long since she’d been filled? How long since her pussy had squeezed on something while she rubbed herself to a truly satisfying peak?
Dream lover. It was the title of an old song, one she’d often heard Nana and G-Pop listening to as they exchanged a secret smile. But it was also what she’d called out the other morning, wasn’t it?
When her fingers were buried inside, and the shadows in the corner kept moving and pulsing, and she was sleepy...
When she came so hard, she saw black spirals in the middle of her vision...
“Dream lover?” she whispered, terrified she’d hear an answer.
But if I do, I’m just asleep. Right?
No answer.
She moved in the tub, and her pussy grazed the hard thing, now smaller, but still big enough.
Did I drop a bottle in the tub?
Her hand went down with a mission now, searching, grasping, and finding that same soft, yielding material that was unlike anything she’d ever touched. It had warmth and mass, but the texture was hard to define.
Just plain hard.
Her fingers curled around and pumped, and she felt the water stirring behind her.
Definitely a dream. And if it’s a dream, there’s no harm in this.
NYX ALMOST DIED A SECONDdeath as his sweet sunflower’s hand wrapped around his cock and began to pump.
Sweet fuck, what... What is she doing? He thought with a gasp, but then he was silent, praying she hadn’t heard him over the splashing of water.
Two could play at this game.
His arms slid and twisted, longer and thinner, wrapping around her easily to touch her pretty little pussy, to circle and flick her clit, making her gasp this time.
Do you want me inside of you?
He almost asked it aloud.
He didn’t. Maybe she wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t sure it would come out as words. It might just come out as growls—inhuman, inarticulate growls.
Instead, he guided her hips back to his, arms locking around her waist.
She didn’t resist, but slid her wet back against his chest, and her hips rose—and fell to sheath him inside.
Oh, he helped, of course. He made himself just the right length, just the right angle, so that he slid in without any resistance.
“Oh, God! What...” Grace’s cry was scared for a moment, and it did things to him. Bad things. He wanted her fear—but he no longer wanted to drive her away. Not tonight.
He let out a hiss as hot, wet flesh enveloped him, and all other thoughts left. She moved on him, having her way with him to bring herself off, but that was all he wanted. He wanted to share her body, her pleasure.
It wasn’t as though he were being selfless in the matter. Every stroke and squeeze of her tight heat around him made him want to explode.
She was glorious from behind, but then—then she turned, and her knees hit his thighs. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub, and she posted on his cock, strong muscles rippling, her moans no longer ones of exhaustion but pleasure.
He arched his neck. Nyx let his long tongue spool out, not that it was always long, but it could be long when he desired. Right now, he desired it to be exactly long enough to slide across her small breasts and capture her hard nipples, tight and high on crinkled skin.
When his tongue captured one, wrapping around it and pulling, Grace leaned forward, into his touch.
