The Monhagan Chronicles: Prelude

Chapter 8

Dean

I stared down at Audrey. She had fallen asleep reading and while I had moved the book from her lap I couldn’t bring myself to move her head from my shoulder. Every now and then she would sigh and mumble in her sleep. I had long since put my book down as well. Preferring to watch her slumber. The sun would be rising soon and I knew she would get more rest in bed but I was drawing out as much time as I could.

With a sigh I decided I really should get some rest as well. Moving as gently as possible I picked up her slight form from the sofa and stood with her in my arms. She really did smell good. The coconut and brown sugar reminded me of German chocolate cake. I was careful not to jostle her as I climbed down the stairs. Even more so when I pulled back the blankets on her bed.

I had successfully managed not to wake her even when I laid her down. But before I could pull my arm from under her head she turned her entire body toward me burying her face into my shoulder.

“Mmmm.” she moaned.

It was as if that sound had a direct line to my groin. She was going to be the death of me. I had frozen at her movement and after that moan I was afraid to move and risk waking her. I couldn’t stand here like this all day. I did need to get at least a couple hours of sleep. I began to slowly move again, attempting to extricate myself from her without waking her. Then her hand moved.

As close as she was to me it took no time for her palm to meet my jaw. Her thumb caressed my cheek slowly sending a wave of emotion through me. Had I ever felt that emotion before? It was so soft, so warm. I was powerless to move away from her. Our faces were so close. I stared down at her sleeping face. She smiled in her dream. She moaned again, causing a hard twitch in my pants. I groaned and leaned forward, only a little, bringing my face closer to her neck. I inhaled deeply, bringing that wonderful scent into my lungs. As I did her hand moved to the back of my head. Her fingers tangled in my hair. It was too much. 

I reach behind my head to pull her hand away. Even in her sleep she pouted. I slowly pulled my arm out from under her head. Before I could talk myself out of it I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her temple. It was as if I was trying to prove to myself I could be gentle. As I crept out of her room I heard her moan again, it was a moan of pure ecstacy. 

When I got to my room I threw myself in bed. I told myself I wasn’t curious what it was she was dreaming of that could elicit such a moan. In the safety of my room, with the black out curtains throwing my room into darkness I admitted, at least to myself, that my body craved her.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I allowed myself to imagine what it would feel like to have her naked beneath me. What it would feel like to thrust my c**k deep inside her. How her p***y would taste as I licked and sucked her into orgasm.

“Fuck.” I groaned.

There was no way I was going to sleep now. I threw the blanket back, angry at myself for allowing such thoughts into my mind. I marched into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped and stepped into the water, not waiting for it to warm. As I closed my eyes again all I could see was the picture of her writhing beneath me. My c**k twitched. My erection becoming painful. 

With a growl I wrapped my hand around my shaft. I allowed my mind to continue, picturing her face as I sucked her n****e into my mouth. I began stroking myself in earnest. I imagined again how it would feel to sink my c**k deep inside her. Imagined the moans she would make. Pumping faster I pictured the rapture on her face as she came undone beneath me. It was the thought of how it would feel to have her mouth latched onto my c**k as she sucked and licked that pushed me over the edge. I came with a moan of bliss as I pictured her, on her knees, swallowing my c*m.

I turned the water off after cleaning myself. I dried quickly and walked back to my bed. I laid down, naked, still feeling unsatisfied despite my orgasm. This woman will be the death of me.

Audrey

I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming because I have never left the country and was staring out a window at Big Ben. So in my dream I was somewhere in London. I had always wanted to go to London. I turned and scanned my surroundings. I was obviously in a hotel, a very nice hotel. With a breathtaking view.

There was water running in the other room so I went to investigate. I opened the door to find a bathroom. The shower was on and steam flowed around me. The mirror was fogged over. There was someone in the shower. Someone tall and broad, naked, in my shower. Well, I mean obviously you’re gonna be naked in the shower, who takes a shower with their clothes on? 

I tiptoed closer to the shower. As I neared the glass door I heard the unmistakable moan of a man in the middle of release. It sent a shot of warmth straight to my core. In that second I was wet. Since it was a dream there really was no harm in my next actions. I stripped my clothes from my body and slowly opened the door. I wasn’t worried if this dream man would be attracted to me, it was after all my dream. And it had been so long. My dream man stood straight with his back to me. I brazenly walked up behind him, running both hands up his back. He turned slowly in that way people only do in dreams.

A soft gasp left my mouth as I stared into Dean’s beautiful green eyes. He didn’t pause. He reached for me, pulling my naked body hard against his. One hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue sweeping across my lower lip demanding entrance. At my gasp his tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring and dominating. I moaned into his mouth, my hands moving to grab handfuls of his hair.

He growel against my lips. His hand in my hair gripping tighter, just this side of pain. He spun us and pushed my back against the wall. The kiss deepened eliciting another moan from me. His hand left my back and traveled up to my breast. He squeezed it, then moved his thumb and forefinger to pinch my n****e. I had never been so turned on. Releasing my n****e his hand traveled down my body caressing my side and hip. Then he slowly made his way around one finger traveling down to lightly brush my clint. My hips rocked forward and I whimpered as that same finger traced lower, sliding between my lips and sinking into me.

He pulled back from the kiss, pumping his finger in and out of me, causing me to whimper and moan.

“You’re so wet, love.” His voice was husky with need.

He pulled his finger out of me, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. His hands came around my thighs as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips. I could feel his hardness pressed against my most sensitive area. My grip around his shoulders tightened and I rocked my hips closer trying so hard to feel him. I moaned at the feel of his shaft pressing against my c**t.

His lips crashed into mine again, more demanding, almost painfully. With a groan he lifted me just slightly then thrust my hips down, impaling me on his c**k. Every part of my body clinched at the sensation. My head fell back and I screamed in ecstasy. He moved against me, pulling out and thrusting back in, burying himself so deep I could feel each thrust against my cervix. And still I needed more. I wanted more.

He was almost animalistic in his rhythm, hard and fast, trailing that fine line between pain and pleasure. Pulling sounds from my throat that I never thought I would make. I thought it could never get any better. I was wrong. He suddenly pulled out of me, placing my feet back on the ground, and spun me so I was now facing the wall. In another swift motion he entered me from behind, hard and deep. I came that instant but he didn’t stop, didn’t wait, he made me ride my orgasm as he continued to pound into me. One arm was wrapped around my hips holding me up with the other he grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back, his lips close to my ear.

“You will c*m for me again but not until I tell you too, do you understand me?”

“Ye, yes, oh god.” I moaned.

His lips went to my neck, kissing and nibbling down to my shoulder. His already fast and hard pace picked up. He thrust into me over and over. I could feel the pressure building within me. I was so close.

“Please.” I whimpered. “Please, I can’t wait, please.”

He chuckled in my ear as he changed the pace to slower longer thrusts. Then back to fast and hard. I heard his moan from behind me. His pace becoming more erratic. 

“Come for me, love.” He whispered in my ear.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my shoulder then bit. I felt his fangs pierce my skin as he thrust harder and deeper into me. The scream that tore from my throat as my orgasm claimed me was powerful. My throat became raw from the volume.

I shot up in my bed screaming from an orgasm I had somehow achieved in my sleep. Holy hell. How on earth was I going to face Dean after this? I didn’t get long to wonder. Not two seconds after my scream ended Dean burst through my door completely naked. Might I just say my dream did not do him justice.