Chapter 11
This dream was unlike any I had had in the desert. My love was with me, holding me while I wept.
“Hush, sweetheart. Hush. There’s no need to weep.” His mouth came down on mine, feasting on my lips, and I pushed him onto his back, following him down to the mattress. He was naked beneath my questing hands, his chest more furred than I seemed to recall, but his n*****s stabbed into my palms, and I found I didn’t care. I squeezed those points to pebble hardness, and he moaned.
“You left me,” I whispered, the pain tearing me apart, and I tightened my grip on him.
“But I’m here now, love.” He had his hand on my prick, and he coated it with a slick lotion that smelled of sandalwood. “Take me.” He pulled his legs back, exposing his puckered opening to me.
There was no fumbling, no
