As if to prove her point, his gaze searched hers and he slowly shook his head. “I guess we have our answer.” He moved to her side and lay down on his back then bent his arms and shoved his hands under his head. “You’re clearly not ready for this.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” He pulled her against his side and smoothed the hair back from her face. “If anything I should apologize for kissing you.”
“I’ve wanted you to kiss me since I was thirteen.”
He chuckled, his arm gently squeezing her shoulders. “Was it worth the wait?”
Unwilling to feed his ego, she shrugged. “It was all right.”
“Just all right?” He laughed. “I’ll have to try harder tomorrow.”
Her heart leapt at his words. If he was willing to try again then maybe he hadn’t found her completely lacking. She rested her head on his chest and draped her arm across his lean middle, thrilled by how well they fit.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered a few minutes later.
She didn’t bother asking what he meant. They both knew something had caused her sudden change in temperature. “Not yet.”
“All right, but you can tell me anything. Whatever happened in that place was not your fault. Do you believe that much at least?”
Her throat tightened and her mouth dried out so she just nodded. The logical side of her brain understood what he was saying, but the memories still made her feel dirty. She didn’t know what it would take to rid her mind of the taint. Hopefully she could figure it out before the sparks that had ignited tonight burned out completely.
* * * * *
Roberto watched the apparition float across his bedroom, transfixed yet unafraid. Silvery hair streamed about her slim shoulders and framed a face so achingly beautiful it couldn’t be real. Her full lips parted in a welcoming smile and golden light sparkled within her powder-blue eyes. She skimmed her hands down her sides, drawing his attention to her supple body. With firm breasts, a trim waist and gently rounded hips, her form was as perfect as her face. The hair at the apex of her thighs matched the silver-blonde strands swirling around her torso and her long, toned legs would easily wrap around his hips as he buried himself deep inside her.
Without a word she drew back the covers and crawled into bed beside him. The mattress dipped slightly as it adjusted to her weight and a chill raced down his spine. He’d had vivid dreams before, but this felt almost real.
Her small, warm hand touched his shoulder then slid down his arm and grasped his wrist. He didn’t think to resist when she guided his hand to her breast, but again the realism of the sensations startled him. Her breast nestled in his hand and her pink nipple beaded against his palm.
She slid her hand across his chest then along his abdomen until she reached the waistband of his boxers. With a mischievous smile, she snapped the elastic and arched her brows with obvious expectation. He raised his hips and inched the garment down. As soon as the material cleared his ass, she yanked them off and tossed them to the floor.
His cock had stirred in response to her nudity, but she didn’t seem satisfied with his erection. Her fingers curved around his shaft then she moved her hand from root to tip with slow, firm strokes.
Why did this feel so real? Her image was incredibly detailed and he could feel the snug circle of her fingers as if she knelt beside him. Even her scent became more distinct with each deep breath. He started to reach for her wrist, but she blocked his hand and shook her head. Bending closer to his body, she guided his cock to her mouth and swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. He groaned, arching toward her.
Lust poured into his mind then spread outward with each pump of her hand, each swirl of her nimble tongue. Her lips closed around him and he shivered. Hot and moist, her mouth felt incredible as she slid him in and out. Her head bobbed and her lips slid up and down as pressure built with shocking speed. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the pleasure, no longer caring how the sensations were achieved.
Suddenly her mouth abandoned him. His eyes flew open as he frantically reached for her head. She moved with amazing speed, crawling on top of him and straddling his hips. He held perfectly still, half afraid of what she’d do next.
She looked into his eyes as she reached down and brought his cock to her entrance. Her slit parted, surrounding him with moisture and heat. Another moan was torn from his throat as she slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on his aching shaft.
“Is this…a dream?” The words slipped past his lips even as his balls burned, the sensation too acute to be imagined. She laughed, the sound cutting through the sexual haze obscuring his mind. Realization spread, pinging each of his senses in turn until he was forced to face the truth. This was no dream. He was being seduced by some sort of specter.