Of Warmth and Blood

Her body jolted and she sat upright in the bed. Sweat drained down her body, her back, chest and thighs. She was breathing raggedly. She laughed, then, a light sound. It's over, she thought. He's gone.
Somehow, that thought did not cheer her. If he was gone, so was that feeling of eternal extasy. She sighed and lay back on the bed, turning over to catch a glimpse of the clock. Three am! She rolled onto her side, noting the color of her pijamas....mint green. She stiffled a small chill. How was it that he'd known the color to place her in the right color gown....No. He hadn't known. She had, and he was all part of her imagination. Yet, she somehow doubted, still. She had only told her friend Stacie about her dream, yet Stacie had responded with enthusiasm, stating that her Dark Stranger would arouse any girl any day. Well, true enough thought Gabrielle, as her mind began to wonder....his hands...She had never before felt his hands on her body. How had they managed to be so warm?
Before she knew it she'd drifted back into the blissful arms of sleep....
She opened her eyes and her mouth hung open in a surprised O.
She was wearing a racy black corset, the straps tiny ribbons of blackest silk that clung to her torso suggestively. She also wore a long black skirt, a slit to the thigh, and dark boots that came past her ankles. She stiffled a smile. This was all too funny really, that her imagination ran this wild....yet he was there, in the chamber. The same soft music, the glow of the candles....
He descended the stairwell. This time, his face was unobscured by his hair. His electric eyes fixed on her. His grin was both malicious, nauthy and yet charming somehow. He smiled coyly at her. "you've come to me again, my doll." She felt herself relax, she was free, not bonded to the bed, so she rose and walked toward him, exploring her arms swaying in the chamber, the feel of her feet on the floor...He embraced her and whispered in her ear, "I have a special surprise for you, dear one
Gabrielle let her body lean in toward Craven's. His breath caught in her ear, "A surprise..." In spite of herself, her spine tickled with excitement and she felt herself flash warm under her panties. She felt the blush creeping onto her apricot face....Craven's long, slender fingers brushed her hair aside.
"I know you have missed me, my pet...I know your longings, your deepest desires."
She wondered what he meant, and how it was that this room, this warmth under her, and between her thighs felt so real.
She cleared her throat, and stared into the flicker of the candlelight, on the walls. Suddenly, his hands were around her neck , and a delicate black necklace was being lowered onto her. A jade ord pendant now hung between her breasts. It isn't even real, she thought to herself, yet somehow the coolness of the jade stone on her chest certainly felt real enough. Time enough to wonder about that later. She found her voice, and leaned forward.
"Craven." She said. She somehow couldn't get more words out than that, for his white shirt was now open, unbottoned, his chest bare. She fought back the image of her tounge flicking over his nipples, and another of her hand caressing his ass. What had come over her?
"Yes...Gabrielle?" he intoned. This was the first time he'd called her by name, and it made her feel stark, alone, vulnerable, naked....at the thought of him knowing her name, she felt another blush warming her face.
"How do you...know my name?"
It wasn't the question she'd been meaning to ask him. Yet, it was what came out. Instead of answering however, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His warm tounge caressed hers, and then he was balanced delicately on top of her. One of his other hands found it's way to her corset and he slowly began to un-do the hooks in the back. She was holding her breath, counting....
His breath was in her ear again, breathing heavily. His warm hands, so unbelievingly warm, were rubbing her upper thigh. Her body shuddered, and she felt herself again, wanting to fully surrender to him....
Will you?" was all he said, as he slipped his shirt off entirely. He positioned his lower half just on top of her, so that she could feel the swelling in his pants, pressing into her. She felt the corners of her mouth go into a smile. For an answer to the unfinished question, she nibbled his ear lobe, lightly, and fluttered her eyelashes on his neck. The reaction she got was not at all what she expected.
He braced her arms back behind her head, and in another instant, had her corset top lowered, her ripe, porcelain colored breats exposed. She could hardly stand it. She arched her back to prompt him to go further. If it were truly a dream, let her learn the rules of the dream realm, let her finally push the subconscious envelope, so to speak. His eyes spoke more volumes than any words he could have uttered would have. He gazed into her face, for a few seconds almost lovingly, then a lustful grin appeared. His other hand found her right breast and he lowered his face onto it. At first, he simply let the heat from his face warm her. All of her tender spots were suddenly afire. She whispered to him sweetly, fetchingly. She knew she wanted him this time, this dark stranger who haunted her, so many nights and so many times before. His hands were stroking her chest now, running lower, and lower...he slowly lowered her skirt to expose her black bikinni underwear to him. His face lowered, between her legs and he lifted the upper edge of her panty with his perfect white teeth. He pulled them off of her, down her slender long legs, and then his tounge was flashing swift little juts in and out of her inner thighs. She felt herself shudder so hard she wondered why she hadn't waken!! On each inner thigh he teased, called and licked to her with his perfect pink tounge. She wanted him inside of her. The why or when of it, the logic of the dream, all of this was unimportant to her. He whispered into her ear, as his other hand crept up, and slowly settled inside her panties.
"Gabrielle?"
It was a question, voiced yet unfinished, promising extasy, yet forbidden. Could she stand it if she woke up now? He would call to her, her dark stranger would, and she wanted juicy tales to tell her friends this time. No holds barred.
"Take me."
She commanded him, and this time, it was he who would obey her.
He straddled her, and swiftly removed his pants. Underneath his dark garments lay no surprises, his **** was full and erect, and demanded attention. She licked her lips, and found herself lowering her head and meeting his **** full on. She slid her tounge up and down his hard shaft, rubbing his balls at the same time. He cupped her face in his hands and then ran his hands across her now errect nipples. Then, she stood over him and he lowered her onto his ****. She slid in partly, gasped at both pain and pleasure. He slowly raised her off of him, and without a word slide one finger into her wet and inviting pus***. She trembled at the feel of him, the warmth of him. His eyes like diamonds and her body wanting so badly to release itself. How long had she wanted this? She didn't know, but she let herself lay down and spread herself for him. He leaned into her and entered her. She gasped and arched her back, to accomodate him further. He slowly thrust in and out, and grasped her ass with both hands, as his strong upper body stradled her. They moved together in the slow rhythm of the night, and he licked her neck, and earlobes.
"Ease into bliss, my Darling." he coaxed her. He was moving so slow she felt herself wanting to give him more, to feel more of him inside of her.
"Harder..." she whispered, a ragged sound from her parched throat.
"Harder?" His tone was mock surprise.
"Ok..." and with that he began to really thrust, and she felt herself throwing all caution to the wind. Pain gave way to extreme pleasure and she felt her hot juices building, with every thrust she grasped him, she raked her nails across his back, she pinched his tight ass. She rubbed her breasts across his chest and he gasped with her moans of pleasure....she felt his hardness increase and wondered at the feat of that! He was moving in a quicker rhythm now, she could've danced to it. His breath caught in his thraot and he thrust his head back, his neck muscle flexed as did his arms, and he let out a low moan. More hot juices joined with hers, and then she felt herself surrender into a full orgasm, blending his wet passion into hers. She didn't let go of the skin of his back, when she was done and he continued to rock inside of her. If anything she felt even more alive now, she could practically taste the pleasure. She could still taste his **** in her throat and she wanted badly to suck his musky skin again. He was trying to keep thrusting, and the gentle movements were slowly bringing her back, close to the edge. She felt herself shaking into another tiny earthquake of pleasure, this time she called out the name he had made himself known by, though she doubted.
"Craven...." she gasped, and he sucked deeply on her throat, as he gently pulled out of her, their wetness separting for a time.
He leaned over her, then turned on his side. She noted a blue tatoo in deep hued ink on his lower back, a circle with a V inside of it. What did It mea....
Then, her thoughts were wandering as she gazed into his eyes. He ran a slow finger over her nose, the curve of her soft chin, and down her throat, and slowly, painstakinly slowly, to her bare breasts. With one slow kiss that lingered, between them, he then rested his head. "Sleep well, Princess of mine....for tomorrow awaits" he said.
and with that, she jolted awake!