Dream slayer, p.15
Dream Slayer, page 15
“I think I’ll just practice on you.”
“I’m sure I can make some arrangement for private sessions.”
“I’ll have to check my calendar.”
Cassie saw him smile. “You rat.”
“I do see some free time in a few months. I could pencil you in.”
“Never mind." Cassie leaned back into him. He wrapped his arms over hers. She turned her head, looking up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Let’s use the shower.” He lifted her off his lap.
Cassie raised her arms. “I need some help.”
Grinning, Pierce rose, inches away from her body. He stared at her while his hands slid under her shirt, placing them on her waist. His thumbs stroked the flesh of her ribs, while his fingers curled along the bottom of the shirt, gathering the material as he moved his hands higher over her lacy bra and finally her head and arms. She swung her head, freeing her hair from the shirt.
She looked down her chest, then up to him. “You’re not done yet.”
“I guess not.” He kissed her neck, stroking her underarms.
She lowered her arms down as the tickle rippled through her body. “Not fair.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Her body warmed to his words.
He traced the lace along the top of her bra to the clasp in the front. “Handy for this to be here,” he murmured, unfastening the hooks, allowing her breasts to fall into his palms.
“Very handy, indeed,” Cassie sighed feeling his warm hands cradle her breasts, his thumbs caressing just under her nipples. Cassie leaned her head back as the sensations cascaded down her back. Losing her balance, she fell backwards.
Quickly, Pierce swept his arm under her. “Gotcha.”
Cassie placed her hand on the side of his head, curling her fingers into his hair, then pulled his head closer. The kiss she wanted was there for the taking. She held him close enough to feel his breath warm her chin, noting his breathing quickened the longer she kept him there.
She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow.
“I can stay here all night just holding you; but if you lick your lips again, I’ll not be responsible.”
“Really.” Grinning, Cassie licked the side of her lip.
Pierce leaned his head down, his lips touching the hollow of her throat, trailing his tongue lower between her breasts, moving from one pert nipple to the other, sucking until the peak ripened under his touch, flicking his tongue over them.
“You’re insatiable, Pierce,” she moaned.
“I know I want you, Cassie. Be it here on the bed, in the shower, on the chair, wherever. I want to make love to you.”
Cassie felt his swollen member nudge her hip through their pants. She turned his head toward her, sliding her tongue slowly across her lips.
“So be it.” He lowered his hand down along her belly, unfastening the button of her pants, quickly unzipping them. He slid his hand under her lace panties to her mound and slipped his finger lower.
“God, you are so ready for me.”
“Let’s shower later,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to drive you wild.” He drew his damp finger along her folds, massaging the rising bump.
Cassie’s breathing quickened, matching his strokes; she tossed her head from side-to-side.
“Pierce, I need you.” She pulled his arms closer.
“Patience, I will join you soon. First, I want you to release what is holding you back tonight. No one else exists right now. It’s just you and me. Scream, cry, laugh, whatever you need, I’m here for you and will wait.” He dipped his finger inside again. His thumb rubbed her swollen nub as his finger dipped and swirled back from her core.
She gripped the sheets under her hands, and closed her eyes. Flashes of what happened with Vince earlier in Pierce’s apartment appeared in her mind. Followed by the dream where he tried to kill her before Pierce woke her to be safe. Now she worried about Stavros’s reaction to her intervening with his patients.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“I know you have a lot on your mind, Cassie, but for now, tonight, let them go. Be with me. Feel my hand, and pretend I'm already inside you" He pulled his finger out, and she pulled back her hips.
“Good, Cassie, now look at me.”
She turned her head, and watched him lean down to her navel. She inhaled as he dipped his finger deeper. She bucked her hips forward, hitting his nose with her lower abdomen.
“Ah, your natural rose is back and without thorns.” He brushed his cheek along her scar, feeling her body quiver under him.
“You liked that,” he smiled. “Don’t deny it.” He bent back down, licking her lower abdomen. “You are so luscious, Cassie.” He kissed lower, his lips brushed her mound just above his hand. Cassie reached down to her side, pushing at the waistband of her pants and panties.
“Would you like me to remove these for you?” Pierce asked.
Listening to his sensuous voice, Cassie gazed down, noting his cheek dimpled when he smiled up to her; all she could do was nod. She jolted her head back, gasping for air, as his finger flicked over her sensitive bud.
While he kept his hand pulsing inside her slick opening, he moved his other hand to her hip.
“Lift your hips.”
She complied.
While his fingers stroked her, he lowered her clothes to her knees. He smiled, watching her rotate her legs, as she managed to free her legs of the material. The next moment, he bent before her, sucking the tender nub.
Cassie arched her back as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She tossed her upper body, while Pierce moved his tongue and fingers in unison. Her breathing became gasps, she was drowning in her release and realized Pierce was there to hold on to as she let go of everything else in her mind.
He stilled his fingers, allowing her to catch her breath as her pulse returned to normal. He pulled his hand away, wiping it on the end of the sheet.
“That was...” she exhaled.
“Just the beginning.”
Cassie turned to her side. “Your turn.”
“Not yet.” He went to his wallet, pulled out a silver wrapper, then stood before her.
“Please, do the honors.”
Cassie raised an eyebrow. “First, these need to be removed.” She knelt on the bed, pushed his shirt up over his head and tossed it onto the desk. She unbuckled his belt, undid the button, then unzipped his jeans. His stiff member stretched against the cotton fabric of his boxers. She shifted the material, his erection stood straight through the opening.
She bent her head then glided her tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
Moaning, he dropped the packet, then pulled her hair to the side, watching her mouth move over him.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, gripping and releasing as she moved it along his erection, while her mouth teased the engorged head.
Pierce sucked air between his clenched teeth and exhaled slow. He pushed his hips forward as her hand reached the base of his shaft, plunging deeper into her mouth. He rolled his head back as tension built along his neck.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “Lady’s choice.”
“Shower.” Cassie licked her lips.
“After you.” Pierce held out his hand and helped her up. He followed her, watching her hips sway as she entered the bathroom. He closed the door, grabbed the soap and shampoo from the counter, ripping the wrapper off the soap then tossing it into the garbage. He groaned as she leaned over, setting down the bathmat. Watching her move kept him hard as he imagined being inside her.
Cassie started the water and pulled the lever on the faucet, allowing the shower to flow, then stepped into the tub. “Ready.”
Placing the items on the corner of the tub, he grabbed two towels, set them on the toilet and grabbed a washcloth. He stepped into the back of the shower, and closed the curtain. Gazing at her, he groaned. Her hair was slicked back from her face and down her shoulders, while droplets dotted her eyelashes. Water splashed against the back of her neck, flowing forward, then around the curve of her breasts to her waist and lower.
“You must be a Siren, calling me to crash upon your shores.” He placed his hands around her, holding the washcloth near her head, getting it wet.
She reached up, pulled his head closer and kissed him. While water splashed upon his face, he deepened the kiss.
Feeling a nudge against her stomach, Cassie pulled her head back, palming his erection.
“He’s still hungry.”
“Starving, and he wants to know what you have in mind.” He pulled the washcloth between them and squeezed.
Cassie placed her hands around his neck. “Wrap your arms around my waist. I’m going to step on the sides of the tub and...”
“I’ll take you from there. Careful, the sides of the tub are slippery. I don’t want you to fall.”
“Hold me tight as possible.” Cassie placed one foot on the wall side of the tub. Lifting her body, she hopped up to the other side. Her foot slid.
Pierce caught her.
She held him tight, catching her breath. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t a good idea.”
Pierce smiled, sliding her body along his erection as he lowered her to the tub. “Let’s switch places. You face the back wall, lean forward, and place one foot on the corner.”
Cassie scooted sideways, positioning her body as he suggested. She felt his hands glide over her buttocks, then slide between her thighs, touching the sensitive areas of her inner thighs with a light scratch of his nails. He drew his hand back along her nub and core.
“Still slick for me.”
She clenched her core muscles as his fingers tantalized her again. “Pierce, please...”
Suddenly his hands were gone from her. Even for that brief moment, she felt cold without them holding her.
Lonely.
He positioned his shaft under her, rubbing his swollen head along her slicken folds. He placed his hand on her raised hip, centered his shaft, then slid inside her core.
Arching back, she rolled her neck as intense pleasure shot up her spine. He drove his shaft deep within her. He moved his hand around her leg, over her mound, sliding his fingertips over the silken nub. He pushed his hips forward faster and faster.
She closed her eyes and bent her neck back as another wave hit her hard.
“Oh crap.” He pulled out, then stroked his shaft against her buttocks. “Cassie,” he called out as his release came. Bending forward, he held her as he caught his breath, then kissed her shoulder.
“Forgot the condom,” he said straightening. Shaking his head, he grabbed the soap and washed his hands.
She scooped up the washcloth and rubbed some soap into the cloth. “Turn around.”
Pierce raised an eyebrow. “I think I should tell you something.”
“What?”
“The water’s getting cold.”
“We better hurry.” She made a circle with her finger. He turned to face the showerhead.
He bent and pushed the shower button down, then turned off the water.
“No fair. I was going to wash you.”
“Go ahead. You’ve got enough soap.” Still facing the wall, he held out his arms.
Cassie placed the washcloth on his neck, and squeezed, wringing out water.
Instantly, his shoulders cringed. “Hey, that’s cold.”
“Sorry.” She gathered the terry cloth in her hand and washed his back. He lowered his arms. Feeling his hand caress her thigh, she placed a hand over his as she worked soapy circles over his tight buttocks with the other.
“Front and center.”
“Whatever you want.” Pierce turned.
She rubbed his shoulders and chest, spending time feeling the muscles of his abdomen flex as she passed the washcloth over them. She lifted his hand and placed the washcloth in his hand.
“You can do the rest.”
“You missed the best part.”
“I had the best part a few moments ago, now I’m getting cold, too.”
“Okay.” Placing the cloth flat against his palm, he glided his hand over her shoulders, to her breast, lifting them one-at-a-time as he washed under each curve, his fingers sliding over her nipples, feeling them rise under his caresses. Moving lower, he trailed her scar, circling her navel before touching between her legs.
“You got that area already.”
“Really, I don’t remember. Let me wash it again.”
She raised her leg, placing her right foot on the side of the tub. Kneeling, he moved his fingers over her clit again; with slow movements, he circled the small nub.
Cassie moaned, moving her hips as his hand stroked along her folds. She exhaled deeply as he moved his hand along the inner thigh of her raised leg, down her calf, then over her ankle, up her shin, and knee to her upper thigh. She inhaled sharply when he arrived back at her clit, circling it again. She placed her hand over his as he continued to move his hand over the sensitive area.
He rose and nuzzled her neck. “I thought you said I already washed here.”
Although gooseflesh began to form, his provocative tone warmed her. She glanced up at him, noticing his wicked grin, then closed her eyes as he placed a finger along her nub. “Maybe I was wrong, seems you missed a spot. Ooo...there, yes that’s it.”
Pierce moved the washcloth along her other leg. He heard her exhale audibly. Noticing the flesh on her thigh rise, he stood.
“Enough for now, let’s rinse and dry off.” He turned around and pulled the water back on. “It’s not very warm.”
“We’ll hurry."
Pierce moved, letting Cassie have the warmest water as he watched soap bubbles flow down her body. She quickly changed places with him, holding her arms close to her chest while her teeth chattered.
The water was cold, but did nothing to stop his urge to make love to her again. Once they finished rinsing, he shut off the water. He opened the shower curtain, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. He placed the other over her head.
She stepped out onto the bathmat. “What about you?”
“I’ll use the hand towel.”
Chapter 23
Cassie stood in front of the fogged mirror as she combed out her hair.
“How long does it take your hair to dry?” He asked pulling her hair away from her shoulder, kissing her skin.
“Depends if I use the dryer or not.”
“Without.”
“It could take an hour or so. Why?”
“I want to crawl under the covers and have your hair cool me off.”
Cassie smiled. “I think that can be arranged.” She dropped the towels then opened the door.
“Wait.”
“Yes?”
Turning her head quickly, she whirled around, hitting him across the chest with her damp hair. He looked down at the streak of water, then back to her.
“You did make the request.” She grinned.
“Fair enough.” Bending down, he picked up the towels. “Stand by the sink and look in the mirror for a moment.”
After wiping the water vapor from the mirror, he stepped behind her, placed his arms under hers and locked his fingers around her waist.
Cassie bit her lip, and clenched her buttocks, feeling his manhood against her.
“I wanted to see how we looked together."
He kissed her ear, then placed his chin over her shoulder.
She reached up then rubbed her palm along his cheek. “How long are you going to stare at us in the mirror?”
“Until you turn around, so I look at the real you.”
Cassie lowered her arm, spun out of his grasp and ran out into the room. He followed her, finding her already under the covers when he rounded the corner. He stepped over to the other side of the bed and turned off the light. Cassie pulled back the covers for him as he slid his legs down to the bottom; he kicked the end of the bed, releasing the tucked in sheet and blanket.
“Why did you do that?” she asked. “Now the sheets will get tangled.”
“My feet get extra hot, so I usually keep them uncovered while sleeping.”
“I’m usually the opposite.” She placed her feet along his leg.
“Whoa,” he said as he jumped. “Thanks for the warning.” He pulled the blanket over both of them. Reaching down he placed his hands over her feet; and rubbed as she moved them slowly back-and-forth over his thigh.
“That feels good,” she said, curling her toes. He patted her feet, then moved them lower.
Scooting his body next to her, he wrapped his arm over her, pushing back a few strands of her damp hair to behind her ear.
“You’re shivering.” He rubbed his arms over her back and shoulders. “Maybe having your hair dry naturally wasn’t a good idea.” He slid his arm under her neck, pulling her over him.
Her head was on his shoulder, her hair fanning out behind her and over his arm.
“I like this spot.” She lifted her head, kissed his chest, then nestled back into place. “I can hear your heart beating.”
“Stay as long as you want, Cassie.”
“I think I should roll over, so we can get some sleep.”
“I’d like to hold you tonight, whether side-by-side or spooning. I want to wake up and feel tonight wasn’t a dream and you’re there, next to me.” He lay back.
“We did spend the night together at my place, remember?”
“Of course we did, but this is special, Cassie, at least for me. See, I didn’t tell you what happened at the end with Vince.”
Cassie placed her head back on his chest. “What happened?” She traced her finger lightly over his chest feeling his nipples rise.
“Trooper. That is to say, I got a hold of the detonator, then tossed it to Trooper. He caught it and the bomb went off. I killed Trooper, again.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes.
“Pierce, it was a dream. Trooper was already gone.”
“I still feel guilty for using him.”
“You had a tough choice to make. Vince was going to kill us. You managed to get to me in time. You stayed behind with Vince, knowing he’d come after me again. Trooper saved you again. Even in dream state, he’s a hero.”
