Sweet Dreams

Chapter Three

She was having the best dream of her entire life. Hard, calloused hands kneaded her breasts, bringing her nipples to stinging life. A warm tongue lapped at her clit. She moved slightly, sighing as it found just the right spot. A rumbling, vibrating purr moved along the tongue and she gasped at the added sensations. She came with a low moan, riding the tongue as it slithered and slid against her moist pussy.

“Mmm. Tasty.”

A deep, rumbling voice was coming from between her legs. Simon. She opened her eyes to see his dark hair spread across her legs as he lapped one last time at her clit. She jumped. Not a dream. She stared around the bedroom, wondering how the hell she’d gotten there. She remembered staring sleepily into the fire he’d started while he sketched a new design for a stained glass window. He must have carried her to bed when she fell asleep. She had no clue what had happened to her skirt, panties, or…her hands flew to her breasts…yup, her T-shirt. “Damn it, Simon, what are you doing?”

“Having breakfast,” he replied, looking up at her with a sexy grin.

He was naked. All that glorious male flesh rose above her as he kissed her softly. “Good morning, baby.”

She licked her lips and tasted them both. “Good morning, Simon.”

She was still warm and sleepy, the remnants of her orgasm fogging her brain. He leaned down for a more thorough kiss, his tongue gently trying to stroke into her mouth. She bit down on it gently as she felt his cock nudge her opening.

“Ow. Cah I haf ma thongue bach?”

She giggled and released him.

“What was that for?” He sat up, a cute little boy pout on his face. His cock bobbed above her mound.

“A, I have morning breath, b, I have to pee, and c, you have morning breath.”

He sighed with exaggerated impatience as she shuddered. “Fine. Bathroom’s this way.” He crawled off her and helped her get up. The small smile on his face faded away to concern. “Any pain today?”

“My shoulder, a bit. My stomach feels fine.”

The relief that touched his face made her heart melt. She smiled up at him, startled when his eyes turned gold.

He put his hand at her waist. “Morning breath and pee break. Right.” He steered her into the master bath. He picked up a toothbrush and started putting toothpaste on it while she stared at him.

“Simon?”

“Hmm?”

She thought about crossing her legs and hopping but didn’t think he’d take the hint. “I have to pee. Badly.”

He looked at her, confused. He pointed with the toothbrush. “Toilet’s right there, baby.”

“I can’t do it while you’re in the room!”

“Why not?”

“We haven’t even done the nasty yet and you want to share space while I pee?”

“I just licked you to orgasm and you’re worried about me being in the same room while you relieve yourself?”

“Yes! Duh!”

He rested one hip against the countertop, the adorable confusion morphing into a smug male look that made her want to bop him on the head with the toilet brush. “This is a girl thing, isn’t it?”

“Out!”

“Okay, okay!” He left laughing, toothbrush stuck in one corner of his mouth. She tried not to stare at his ass as he went, but apparently her willpower just wasn’t up to the task. She nearly ran to the door to watch that ass flex its way out of the bedroom and down the hall. She would have if the memo from Mother Nature hadn’t been marked Urgent .

It was only after she was done that she realized she was so comfortable being naked in front of him that she’d completely forgotten about it.

“Here.”

Okay, I haven’t forgotten the fact that he’s naked. Yum. She bit back a sigh and stared at whatever it was he was waggling under her nose. She frowned at the toothbrush in his hand. It was hers. “How did you get that?”

“I went by your place and picked up a few things after you fell asleep.” He put a finger over her mouth, stalling her immediate reaction. “I thought you’d be more comfortable with them.”

That’s so sweet. “Thank you, Simon.”

“You’re welcome. Now brush your teeth.” He grinned and gently tweaked one of her nipples. “I haven’t finished my breakfast yet.”

This time, when that fine ass left the bathroom she did peek out the door. She stared as he walked back out of the bedroom, his butt cheeks flexing in the most mouth-watering way. The sexy grin he tossed over his shoulder as he chuckled on the way out let her know he was well aware of what she was doing.

She collapsed against the doorjamb and sighed. Okay. Obviously I’m in a coma brought about by an accident or something. I’m actually lying in a hospital bed covered in tubes while some husky nurse bends my legs so my muscles won’t atrophy. Because hell if I’m not having the best God damn dream of my life.

She picked up her toothbrush and began brushing her teeth. Not even his dream self was going to taste the early morning funk in her mouth.

Simon stood in his kitchen and waited for the coffee machine to finish working its magic. He could hear the sounds of water splashing in his bathroom, bringing a sense of peace he’d never experienced before.

His mate was naked in his bathroom, coffee was brewing and donuts rested on the table ready to be eaten. All was right in his world.

He heard the water cut off and pulled out two mugs. He’d barely begun pouring when he heard her behind him.

“Coffee?”

“Mm-hmm.” He held out a mug. “Come give me a kiss and I’ll give you some.”

Her lips curled in a snarl. “Cooffeee.”

He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Down, girl.” He handed her the mug, groaning at the look of sheer bliss that crossed her face. She’d had that same look on her face the first time his tongue had brushed against her clit. He gently lifted her onto the countertop, careful not to spill a drop of the mug she cradled protectively against her chest. No way in hell was he going to allow her to be hurt again, even by her favorite beverage.

She didn’t fight him as he spread her knees apart. He wasn’t even certain she noticed him at first. She was so wrapped up in her caffeine intake she could be sitting on a purple elephant and not notice. He made sure he had one hand wrapped around her mug when he touched her pussy.

“Simon?”

“I told you I wasn’t done eating breakfast.”

She shuddered as he circled her clit slowly. The coffee look isn’t the same. This one is much better.

“Drink up, sweetheart.”

She gulped and finished her mug in record time. Lifting it out of her hands he wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her back to the bedroom.

Donuts be damned. He had something much sweeter in mind to nibble on.

Simon practically threw her down on the bed. The fierce hunger on his face would have been frightening if she hadn’t seen the glint of the humor peeking through. He tweaked one of her nipples, watching intently as it budded beneath his fingers. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

She grinned. She just couldn’t resist. “Mmm. Donuts.”

His big body stilled. His face went slack in shock before he began sputtering. “Donuts? ”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing in his face. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. She only wished she had a camera so she could capture it for posterity.

“Donuts, eh?” She shrieked as he began tickling her. She squirmed under him, giggling as they began to tussle. She managed to roll onto her stomach and tried to get away but he pounced on her, holding her down under his big body. Becky was at a serious disadvantage, since Simon refused to allow her to roll back over.

All that squirming had a big, predictable result, one Becky could feel digging into her backside. Simon’s erection pressed down against her, and suddenly she realized there were a lot more caresses than tickles in the way Simon was touching her. She looked at him, not surprised his eyes had gone completely gold.

Simon stilled above her, panting from the tickle fight. His expression slowly changed from playful to possessive. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with a ravenous hunger that left her breathless. She barely felt it when he pulled her over on to her side, curling around her like a vine, taking her lips and claiming them as his own.

She could feel his hand trembling as he cupped her breast. He groaned into her mouth, his hands roamed over her skin, sensitizing each and every inch of her body. His tongue thrust in and out in a promise of lovemaking, coaxing hers out to play.

She allowed herself to be persuaded, and got her first real taste of Simon Holt. Her fingers curled into his dark chest hair, pulling slightly as he tried to practically crawl inside her. When his mouth descended on her breast she gasped, pulling his head in tighter to her body. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair in a fierce hold. She took a deep breath, ready to invite him into her body, when she realized she could smell his arousal. His scent, that musky, dark scent, entered her bloodstream, increasing her own arousal a thousand-fold. When he lifted from her breast and bit her neck Becky shuddered and came with a keening cry, shocked and aroused beyond belief, riding the thigh Simon suddenly shoved between her legs with a desperation bordering on insanity.

Oh, yeah. She could get used to this Puma stuff.

“God, yes, more.” He groaned and went wild above her.

His mouth was sucking and licking and biting her all over. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, eager for more of the oral loving he’d given her that morning. But apparently he had something different in mind.

“Don’t move.” Simon stood next to the bed, stroking his cock.

“Duh.” Her gaze fastened on the most luscious piece of man-meat it had ever been her privilege to see.

It was a thing of beauty, and according to Simon it was all hers.

He pulled her up by her arms, sitting her on the edge of the bed. He pushed her head towards his groin with a gravelly command. “Suck.”

She shuddered as those talented fingers delved into her wet pussy, his thumb circling her clit just the way she liked it. He must have been paying serious attention this morning.

She sucked on him for all she was worth, hollowing her cheeks out to provide even more suction. “God, yes, baby.” His moans intensified when she started moving her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He started chanting softly, “Good, so good,” as he moved his hips, fucking her mouth, his gold eyes staring down at her with a desperate hunger that urged her on and inflamed her own.

His fingers set up a strumming rhythm, and before she knew it they were both coming. Becky swallowed, the salty sweet taste filling her senses, making her hungry for more. From the look on his face, she was going to get it, too.

Simon pulled out of her mouth with a happy sigh. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I came with someone else doing the honors. My wrist was beginning to develop carpal tunnel syndrome.” He sighed as he flopped down next to her.

“Poor baby.”

Turning with a grin he curled up around her, gently caressing her breasts. “Yup.” Leaning down he gently rasped his tongue over one engorged nipple. “Ready for round two?”

“Round three for me, actually.” She grinned, pulling on his semi-hard cock with long, smooth strokes.

She buried her head against his neck and licked him in the same area he’d bitten her. His groan as he rolled her over onto her back again told her how much he liked that.

She shivered when Simon began lapping at his mark on her neck. It was strangely sensitive, almost as much as her nipples, and sent the same tingles down to her clit. He began to purr, sending that vibration down his tongue, making her think wicked, wicked thoughts. She was about to beg him to bite her again when he lifted his head.

“Wanna feel that against your pussy, baby?”

She nodded, damn close to whimpering.

He arched above her body, his legs thrust between her own. His grin was feral. “Better than donuts.” He lapped and sucked his way down her body, leaving love bites all over her fair skin. “Sweet, sweet Becky breakfast. I could eat this every day.” His rough, purring tongue lapping at her nipples had her practically coming from just that alone. From the wicked grin on his face he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

She experienced a moment’s jealousy as she wondered who else he’d done that to before he took all capacity for rational thought away. He blew gently on her mound, causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. One hand began petting her soft brown curls as his tongue reached out and barely touched her clit.

Slowly he lapped at her, never varying his pace, never failing to nail her clit in exactly the right spot. He had to hold her hips down with one big, brawny arm or she would have been dancing across the bed.

The vibrations from his purring had her screaming an orgasm to the ceiling so fast it startled her. Simon groaned as she came, lapping her juices while she shuddered and squirmed.

“Simon,” she panted, both hands gripping the sides of his head. She tugged, hard , hardly noticing his laugh as she put that tongue right where she wanted it. The man licked, nipped, sucked and lapped at her pussy as if he had all the time in the world until she’d screamed out two more orgasms.

With a wild groan he pulled free of her hold and thrust into her with a fierceness that ripped through her.

He began a bruising pounding that was sure to send the oak headboard right through the wall. Simon sat up on his heels and grasped both of her thighs, pulling her into his body as he fucked her hard.

The orgasm that rolled through her was so intense she felt her lungs seize. Simon roared above her, head thrown back in ecstasy as he pumped his seed into her welcoming body over and over again.

He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and gasping for air, his body still buried in hers. His arms came around her and cradled her close; his face buried itself in the side of her neck, right next to his mark.

“Holy Mother of God.” She was having a hard time catching her breath. Every part of her body tingled.

“I’m not in a coma. I’m dead, and this is my reward for living a good life.” She looked over at the naked, sweaty, very happy man lying in a boneless puddle next to her. “A very good life.” His shoulders started to shake. Her hand languidly stroked one muscular butt cheek. “Hell, I must have been a fucking saint.”

She giggled as his purr tickled her neck.