Cyborg Seduction(3)

Yes. Yes. Yes!

He tugged my dress off my body and I laughed as he ripped away the thin scrap of my underwear. I wasn’t wearing a bra, my small breasts didn’t need one. With every other man, I freaked when it was naked time. I was oddly shaped, my hips and ass wide and round, my waist small, but I was an A-cup on a good day since I’d weaned my son. One more joy of motherhood no one tells you about—shrinking breasts.

But with him, I didn’t care. I threw my head back and let him look as I tore at his shirt. Seconds later it vanished, along with the rest of his clothes and I thanked the dream gods for naked. Big, hard muscle, powerful physique, dark hair. My Superman. And then there was his cock….

Just as I’d wanted, he backed me up and suddenly a hard, smooth surface appeared behind my shoulders, solid and cold and unbreakable. A room formed around us and I blinked slowly, barely noticing the stark surroundings. One bed. One chair. Very utilitarian. Military. No plush pillows or thick rugs on the floor. No color, no flowers or artwork or even a design on the sheets on the bed.

Black. Gray. Brown.

I was about to comment, but Kiel’s head dropped to my breast and I closed my eyes, tugging at his hair to hold him closer, demand more. His hand roamed around my ass to find my wet core and he pushed two fingers inside me without caution or warning. My back arched and I hissed at the glorious intrusion. I was tight and his fingers were big. I felt everything, the press and curl of those dextrous digits.

I nearly came all over him, my pussy clenching down on him like a fist.

“Do it,” I breathed. Who was this woman I’d turned into? “Fuck me. God, just fuck me.”

As if he’d been holding back still, his leash finally snapped, he slipped his fingers from me, gripped my hips to lift me higher over his cock and stopped, looking me in the eye. “Where are you?”

I blinked slowly, squirming to lower myself onto his rock hard length. Why was he stopping now? Why was he talking? “What?” I wiggled, but he held me pinned to the wall, his hot, muscled chest and arms holding me in place. I felt the slick heat of my arousal on my hip from his fingers.

“Where are you, Lindsey?”

My dazed mind couldn’t make sense of his words. “I’m dreaming.” Duh. I tossed my head back so that it bumped the wall behind me and I moaned his name. “Kiel. Please. Do it. I want you. Please.”

Begging. I was begging. But I’d never felt like this before. Never. The mark on my hand burned and he lifted both of my wrists above my head as I slid down onto his huge cock. I was wet, so wet, but he was huge and I gasped. Sobbed. Shifted my hips to take more. He opened me up, filled me deep, then deeper still.

He groaned as he filled me and I lifted my head to kiss him. But he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking up at my hands. Using one of his own to hold both of my wrists, he traced my birthmark with the other, the touch sending sharp bites of pleasure straight to my clit until I bucked and cried out.

He pumped into me, hard and fast, burying his face in my neck as if he wanted to smell me, scent me, soak me into his lungs. But he couldn’t. Not here. There was nothing of him for me to smell. Nothing to taste. I felt treasured and cheated all at once. I could smell the wildflower scent of my favorite shampoo, smell the wet heat of my pussy as I rode him. But that was all. I couldn’t smell him. The dream didn’t let me taste him. Smell him. God, I wanted to lick him all over, rub my cheek on his chest and rub his scent all over my flesh.

I wondered what he smelled like. Pine and wood chips? Musky? Like my favorite teak and ginger scented cologne?

He entwined my fingers with his, the gesture odd and romantic and so strange I was afraid I was going to wake up. Not now. Please, not now.

“Lindsey,” he said my name again and nipped at the base of my neck with his teeth, the added sensation pushed me over the edge and I shattered, the pulsing of my pussy pulling him deeper, squeezing him without mercy until he lost control and groaned, filled me up, his hot seed pumping into me like lava.

I could feel the heat of it coating my insides. And I wanted more. This dream wasn’t enough.

Something jostled me and I shifted, my entire body jerking to the side.

“No!” Kiel yelled, but it was too late. Dream time was over. Something was happening to me and I needed to wake the hell up.

I tried to kiss him, to say goodbye, but he faded too quickly.

Blinking slowly, I opened my eyes and fought back tears. He was gone, and that fact hurt me a lot more than it should have. I was alone again. Not alone, as in I didn’t have a boyfriend or a husband to share my life with. No, alone as in traveling through space, light years away from my hurt child. Getting farther and farther with every second that passed.