Page 91 of One True Love (Love Mark 1)

She shuddered from the sensation, and goose bumps appeared on her arms. Looking up, she shook her head. “No. I would never feel this comfortable with you in real life. I certainly wouldn’t be so familiar with your person or act as if I knew you so well. It’s a dream,” she insisted with certainty.

“Then let’s never wake up,” I encouraged, kissing her jaw once, twice, then working my way to the side of her throat and moving down.

“Urban,” she said in a halfhearted protest even as she tipped her head to the side, allowing me more access. “We shouldn’t.”

“But it’s a dream,” I cajoled. “We can’t control what we do in our dreams. You certainly couldn’t seem to control yourself in that dream you had about me taking you against the wall, now could you?”

“No, but…” Her eyes flared open and she straightened to look at me with a slight frown. “Wait, you’re right. I didn’t seem to have any control in that dream? Why is this one so different? Why do I feel the sense of rationality to even protest this?”

I shrugged easily before saying, “Probably because this one is my dream and for some reason, I wish you to have your wits about you.” Then I frowned at myself and scratched my temple. “Though, for the life of me, I can’t imagine why I’d want that. I’d much rather you be stretched out naked and under me on this grass right now. Damn.” I snapped my fingers and waved my hand around the air over her head. “Okay, new dream. Lose your mind to lust for me, starting…now.”

She blinked at me before wrinkling her nose. “I don’t think it worked.”

“I don’t think it did either,” I grumbled. “Fuck. I was really looking forward to commanding a sex dream with you, too. Because oh, my sweet Vienne,” I told her with promise glittering in my eyes. “The things I would do to you…” Letting out a low whistle, I shook my head sadly. “You wouldn’t have been able to walk right the next day.”

Interest glittered in her eyes. “Really? Like…” Licking her lips, she glanced down demurely. “Like what would you have done?”

“A little bit of everything, I expect.” Reaching out, I cupped her jaw in my hand before sliding my fingers down her throat to the top button of her dress. “But I probably would’ve started slow. Soft.” Popping the top button at the base of her throat, I slid my fingers under the cloth so I could caress her collarbone. “Explore the terrain first, appreciate every dip and groove. Discover and learn.”

When another button released on its own, opening the cloth at her throat wider, I leaned in to press my mouth against the center of her breastbone. “The first journey to a new place should never be rushed, don’t you think?” I opened more buttons to reveal the top swell of her breasts. “It should be savored. Treasured.”

When her nipple came into view, I clasped it greedily between my teeth. She groaned and sank all ten fingers in my hair before gripping and shifting closer, climbing into my lap until she was riding me, the thick ridge of my erection fitting right up against the notch between her legs.

“Oh God,” she moaned, tossing her head back and clutching me harder as I shifted my attention from one breast to the other. “Oh God.”

She ground down until I let out a strangled grunt. “Or you could call me Urban,” I teased, lifting my face to trail kisses up the side of her throat.

“Urban,” she gasped, clutching at me with hard fingers as she clamped her thighs around my hips and rode me with a rhythm that was growing increasingly too hot way too fast.

“Easy, my love,” I murmured, clutching her waist and easing her onto the grass before I urged h

er to lie back and relax.

“But I want—”

I placed a finger against her lips and smiled into her brown eyes. “I know,” I said. “And I’ll give it. I’ll give you everything.”

“But—”

“Starting here,” I went on, reaching just under the skirt of her dress to catch her ankle in my hand.

Vienne fell silent and went still as she watched me caress the underside of her foot before I placed a kiss to the arch and then the heel, then the ends of her toes.

“You’re very good at that,” she said.

I smiled, meeting her gaze as my mouth moved up, over the notch at her ankle and toward her knees. Her breath caught, chest heaved, and eyes glazed with interest the further I moved, one kiss at a time. I liked watching her watch me, her awe and delight was palatable. I could almost taste her pleasure, which was actually the ultimate goal here. Tasting her one lick at a time.

“Urban,” she said with much hesitation, her eyes widening as my attention moved above her knee to the tender inside of her thigh.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, my smile soft before my tongue came out to slide along warm flesh. “It’s just a dream, remember?”

“Oh my God!” With a yelp of shock, she tried to sit up, which dislodged me from my path. Her breaths were unsteady, chest heaving, and expression dazed. “What were you doing?”

No one had ever tasted her there before. The realization gave me a jolt of power; I was more than eager to give her her first experience.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I murmured, sitting up myself so I could take her hands and press my brows to hers. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

But I was determined to continue.

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