Jane's Dreamcatcher

Jane opened her eyes. She squinted not because it was too bright, but because the room is doused in total darkness. Her sense of sight was pretty useless so all she could do is to use her hearing and touch. She sat up and her palms met the soft whisper of silk. She was sure that she was on a bed somewhere. It was not a crappy motel room, that's all she knew. Motel rooms smell of soap and other pungent smells you don't wanna know where they came from because they it's probably nauseating. The room she was in smelled of something calming, like lavender, but with an undertone of a spicy male scent. So she was in a man's room. An unknown man's room. Instead of feeling scared, her heart gave an anticipating but anxious jerk in her chest. Her palms scrunched the silk sheets under them as her thighs clenched in a feeling equated to longing and excitement. What was happening to her? Was she having a fantasy of being taken by a man she didn't know? Her cheeks flushed in obvious arousal. Heck, I didn't even know who brought me here. For all I know, I am in a dungeon of a psychopathic killer and he'll be digging me a grave sooner rather than later. Jane crawled on the bed and felt for the edge of the bed. She huffed in shock when she discovered the bed was huge. Really huge. More than king size, she thought. She sat on the edge of the bed and thought of the events that happened before she found herself in that strange room. She remembered she was coming out of her office's private comfort room to... take care of herself. She is a virgin alright. But she was already twenty six years old and her body seems to be longing for something... passionate. But the problem was, Jane was somewhat of an anti-social, courtesy of her current career as a book editor in an erotic publishing company. Okay. So maybe her work made an influence in her sudden self-promiscuity. What can she do about that? She spends her twenty hours or more reading hot, steamy and down-right dirty s*x stories. When she couldn't take it any longer, she'd seek the privacy of her comfort room and deal on a session with Calvin, her favorite vibrator that was--- Jane gave a loud surprised gasp when a big hot palm touched her bare thigh and slid up higher. The slightly rough touch made goosebumps appear on her whole body. She could feel a damp sensation in between her thighs. She clenched them close and reached out a wandering hand to the stranger. She breathed in a surprised gasp when her hand met a hard hot male body. She came in contact with taut skin. Feeling courageous because of the absence of light, she bravely caressed the body in front of her, her fingers connecting to sexy bumps and ridges of hot taut skin covering hard muscles. Her palm bumped with something big, hard and hot when she heard a male gasp. She circled the hard piece of flesh, her fingers flexing involuntarily. This time, she heard a very sexy groan. The place between her thighs got more damp by the second as she stroked the hard piece of male flesh in her hand. He was so big that her fingertips do not meet. She circled her fingers around him, experimental, her curiosity and passion guiding her movements. The strangers's breathing grew ragged as he grew harder against her palm. She lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted him. She moaned when his masculine taste exploded on her taste buds. She was suddenly filled with an impulsion to taste more of him so she lowered her head and did that exactly. She moaned. She closed her eyes tight as different emotions and unadultered lust coursed through her, getting her head dizzy. Big hands wrapped around her hair, gently and reverently guiding her to his pleasure. She started when he suddenly lifted her head and pushed her down on the bed a little forcefully. She didn't even have time to breathe when she felt him tug on her flimsy night dress and reveal her body. She cried out when she felt his hot, wet mouth on her bossom. She nearly came when he lapped at her with his tongue and sucked hard. Her breasts were not that big. She was on the small side that's why she would feel conscious sometimes when she see girls with big and bouncy tatas. But when she felt him lick and suck her other breast, all her inhibitions flew into the air and she became confident. He surely loved her breast with the way he kissed them. She felt warm air on her skin when he lifted his head slightly. Her stomach flexed when she felt his lips and tongue there. She grasped the silk sheets when his big rough hands grasped the back of each of her knees and gently pushed them apart. He slid down her body until she felt his warm breath near her center. She whimpered when he quickly licked her there. But she completely forgot how to breath when he put his mouth on her He came at her like a starved man. She groaned and moaned as he feasted on her. The sounds of pleasure he made pushing her closer and closer towards the edge. He growled loudly, nipped at her and sucked very hard. That's when she exploded. She cried out, her ears blocking all sound except from the thumping inside her head and in her chest. But he was relentless as he continued to soothe her quivering body. When he finally lifted his face, she was limp and sated on the bed, her body satiated but still vibrating with intense pleasure. She felt his hands caressing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts and her arms. He held her hand and lifted it to his lips, placing caressing kisses against her knuckles. She felt all soft inside by his sweet gesture. His lips were velvety soft, in total contradiction with his steeled body. She gasped when he licked her lower lip and then sipped at it. He took his time courting her lips with soft kisses that tasted her pleasurably. Her body sighed as she melted against him. After giving her one last wet kiss, he lowered his head to rest on her chest, his breathing as heavy as hers. She put her arms around him and thread her fingers through his hair. It felt cool and soft and silky. His hair was long enough that she could wrap a lock around her fingers. She lay back down on the bed with him still on top of her. He didn't seem to mind that they were covered in sweat. To her surprise, she didn't mind either. It felt good with him this close to her. Him, a stranger nonetheless, who she allowed to touch her intimately. He moved and nuzzled her throat with his nose, then his lips. She gasped when he lightly sucked on her throat. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin, giving him permission. He made her feel so good.  Was this the feeling when a man makes love to a woman? She was so intoxicated with the pleasure that she was sure her brain cells were swimming like jelly inside her skull. She sighed when he started to massage her shoulders down to her arms, then her tiny waist. "Open your eyes." The tiny hairs on the back of her neck prickled when she heard him finally talk. His voice was low and rough, with a hint of authority in it, as if he was used to being followed. Slowly, her lashes lifted. She blinked a couple more times to customize her eyes with the sudden flare of light in the room. The first thing she saw was the deep crimson of the bed's top. She turned her head to the right and she saw the drapes over the bed tied with a black satin ribbon. She noticed a single lamp on a table nearby. It gave a dim yellow light throughout the room. Long, rough fingers touched her chin and gently moved her head. That's when she saw him. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the dim light. She couldn't see him clearly at first because half of him was bathed in shadows. But then he moved towards the light and she gasped. He was...gorgeous. Perhaps the most gorgeous man she'd seen in all her twenty six years on Earth. She was right that his hair was long enough that some locks fell and brushed down his brows, but it was neatly cropped on his head. His hair looked very dark, that the strands almost gleamed in the lamp's light. He had thick raven-wing eyebrows slashing over deep-set eyes of intense green. She could drown in the intensity of those eyes of him fanned with thick and long lashes. She raised her hand and traced a finger on the bridge of his aristocratic nose, then caressed the roughness of his jaw. She enjoyed the feeling of his five 'o clock shadow bristling on her palm. He continued to look down at her as she studied him. She looked down at his lips. They looked delicious enough to bite into, especially his full lower lip. Her finger traced down his cleft chin to the strong cords on his neck. She returned her eyes on his face. "Who are you?" Her voice sounded low and husky to her own ears. But it was enough for him to hear it. He continued to look down at her, supporting his upper body with his taut arms on the bed on either side of her shoulders. She waited for him to answer but all she got was his intense green stare that seemed to hold secrets and the heat from his body so close to hers. "Who are you?" she repeated, hoping he'd answer this time. Slowly, the corner of his full lips tilted on the sides, his eyes moving down her lips, something lurking within those emerald orbs. She frowned at his reaction but she gasped when the room grew dark and she felt a falling sensation. The bed suddenly disappeared beneath her and she moved her arms around as she fell. The dark hole was endless as she continued to fall. And she did the one thing she could only do that moment. Jane screamed. ***