But right now, I’m just Jennifer, being kissed by a gorgeous guy with ash-blond hair, a body to die for, and eyes the color of a sea on high exposure.
He pulls back, propping himself above me, and smiles, and the ocean behind him, the silver and yellow and blue sunset, frames his gorgeous face and powerful shoulders.
I just look up at him, amazed.
He’s been amazing me since he came into my life. He cares about me and Joey. He’ll do anything I ask.
Yes, he can get impatient and push things faster than I want. Like meeting Joey or finding out more about my life. Or wanting to fix my car.
But I find myself actually trusting someone for once when it’s been a long time since I allowed myself to rely on anyone but me.
It feels good but scary.
I just hope he doesn’t let me down. I don’t know if my heart could handle it again.
It would be like being rescued a second from drowning and then dumped back in the sea.
My heart was underwater. Maybe it always has been since a girlish crush morphed into unbelievable pain, mentally and physically.
But with Reve, it’s like I wasn’t damaged. Like none of that matters, and I’m just allowed to choose a happy ending after all.
I push myself up to kiss him again, and he lowers himself, pushing me back down.
He’s lying on me now, his weight over my legs, pinning me with his huge body. His eyes hold a cocky gleam when he pulls back to study me. Then he takes both of my hands and guides them up over my head, keeping them in place.
I squirm slightly, testing him, but his hold is rock-solid.
“Is this okay, princess?” He smiles. “I’d like to try it. Make things stronger.”
“Stronger?” I squeak out as his head lowers to the curve of my neck and his hair tickles my ear. He bites lightly on the shell of my ear, and I jerk at the strength of the sensation, my hands moving fruitlessly against his hold.
Why is that hot?
“So you can feel everything I want to give you,” he says against my ear, licking along the shell of it while I helplessly squirm against his big body. “So you can’t jerk away. So I can do whatever I want.”
The last words are said in a dark, husky murmur, and a thrill goes through me as I arch back and let him do as he wants.
“If you want out, you’ll have to tell me,” he says. “Humans use a safe word.” He looks around. “We’ll use ocean.”
“Ocean,” I say, not even thinking.
He releases me immediately, and I shake my head.
“Oops, no,” I say. “I was just testing it out.”
He’s back against me in a second, his hand holding my hands helpless above my head again, his hard length pressed to my body as his eyes glimmer, telling me exactly what he wants.
God, it’s so hot that he wants me.
So hot, so thick.
His free hand moves to my side, shoving into my shirt to reach up to my breast. Meanwhile, he bites and sucks my neck, and I have to fight not to cry out at the different sensations.
It all feels so good. I don’t know what to think about, so I just lie back and let him do as he pleases.
“I’m covering you,” he says. “Don’t worry.”
“It’s so hard to be quiet,” I moan.
“Then don’t,” he says. “I’ve already put up sensory barriers around us.” He grins. “No one but me will see or hear anything.”
I sigh in relief and push my hips up against his hard member. I want it inside me already. Just having him lie on me is enough to get me wet and ready when it comes to Reve.
I was never this sexual before. I didn’t know this part of me still existed.
I usually skip the sex scenes in romance novels. It is hard to read things that were so opposite to my existence. Sure, I was okay with knights and unicorns, but a man who can make a woman come that hard? A man who wants to?
Seems like a myth.
But it’s not, because Reve is here with me, sucking and nipping at my neck, holding my hands down so everything feels stronger, listening to every movement of my body, his other hand hungrily holding my breast, teasing my nipple.
His hard length stroking up against me.
I look around me, still trapped by his hands, his body, and see the beach is thankfully completely empty. Not that I don’t believe Reve can make it so that no one sees us, but just because it feels so strange, so forbidden to be outdoors like this, making love out under a graying sky.
I want him all to myself.
His hard length presses up my center, and I drive my hips forward into the delicious tension that’s building in my core with each passing moment.
Sex has only gotten better with him over time. More pleasurable, more intense, closer. And as his thumb presses over one of my nipples, a shock of electric pleasure goes up my spine that makes a moan escape from my lips.
“That’s right. Feel everything, Jen. Feel me.” His body is so long, so everywhere, surrounding me and making me feel safe and wanted.
Reve pulls my shirt higher with his free hand, and his mouth closes over the material of my bra. But that isn’t enough for him, and he utters a hungry growl as he pulls the bra aside with his teeth, giving him direct access.
His hot tongue slides expertly across my chest, making me squirm even more against his hand, which remains completely immoveable.
It reminds me that he really is more than just a man. A fairy with so much power I can’t even comprehend.
And yet when he’s both gentle and dominant like this, it almost makes me wonder how I was even making it through life without this connection.
Not that Joey isn’t my whole world. But it’s strange to feel like a woman again, desired and equal with this beautiful, wonderful man.
“Your skin is cold. Let me warm you,” Reve mutters, breathing over my wet skin with hot air that tingles and arouses me, making goose bumps rise wherever the cool sea air can touch me.
I want to tell him there’s more than enough heat to go around whenever he’s with me, but the thought is interrupted as he drives his hips in between mine, stroking his hard length right over my aching sex.
“So sensitive… when I can’t move… like this.” I squirm beneath Reve, trying to roll my lower half upward to meet him, but I’m helpless to do anything but surrender to his pleasure.
His grip remains steady on my hands above me, and his teal gaze seems to light up as he devours the sight of me from top to bottom.
“I’ve only shown you a fraction of what I can do to you. How many different ways I can pleasure you.” His hand reaches between my legs and flicks the button of my jeans open, slowly drawing down the zipper. The metallic sound is answered only by the rolling, crashing sound of surf and far-off birds crying on the wind. “I look forward to showing you everything, one at a time.”
“I do too—ahh.” I moan loudly just as his finger slides up against my wet panties, the friction just right to shoot the arousal inside me up tenfold.
He doesn’t stop, though, as he kneels over me, working deft fingers over my clit while I writhe helplessly in pleasurable agony. My chest is still partially bared to the cool breeze, which only makes my nipples hard and achy as he makes my first release build with incredible intensity.
I can see a sexy smirk quirking the corner of his full lips as he watches me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world. But even he seems to lose control as he leans down to suck on my breasts while his finger tortures my clit with gentle caresses and slow strokes.
“Reve, Reve.” My words dissipate over the quiet sand like leaves on the breeze, and only the racing of my pulse in my eardrums is left as he takes me closer, closer. So close…
With one last slide of his finger, I come beneath Reve instantly.
I try to close my mouth, self-conscious about making any noise in this quiet place. But then, as if to challenge that notion, Reve continues to tease my clit even as I come apart, and I scream out in pleasure as pulsin
g, erotic sensations shoot through every inch of my body.
In the corner of my vision, I see sultry teal eyes watching me with satisfaction as I come so hard I feel like I’m making a Jen-shaped imprint in the sand beneath me.
It only adds to the almost animal sense of no escape, the thought that I’m a slave to his whims.
And that all Reve wants to do is pleasure me senseless with that power.
I huff out a long breath from the exertion, and Reve releases me, even though now I almost miss the intense buildup when I’m held down like that.
But right now, there’s a huge bulge in his jeans that’s been making my mouth water since he first kissed me on this blanket.
“Are you certain?” he asks, reading my expression easily.
“It would be a crime to leave your dream mate hanging,” I reply, batting my eyelashes shamelessly as I reach for his belt.
I know it’s a little unscrupulous to reference the fact that he’s been waiting for me a thousand years and I only just found out that he even existed. But every moment we have together like this feels precious, maybe even urgently so. Like I need to take every second I can with him when I can.
“Yes, it would be. Keeping you from anything you want from me would be a crime.” There’s a grin of awareness in his expression as he pulls my pants down around my ankles, then lays them at the corner of our big blanket so it’s not on the sand, leaving me in just my underwear and shirt. Then he strips his shirt off and tosses it aside, leaving me breathless to the sight of his sculpted pecs and perfect abs.
I could almost come just looking at him like this, with blue and gray streaks lighting the sky overhead and casting his masculine outline into stark relief above me.
I’m practically panting by the time he unbuttons his pants and pulls them lower. And when his cock springs free of the black briefs he’s wearing, my sex clenches in sheer anticipation of his delicious thickness.
My arms are already reaching up to grasp his steady shoulders as he pulls my panties to the side and positions himself at my entrance. Then with one long, slick movement, he buries himself deep inside me, all the way, making sparks light up under my skin like a million tiny fireworks.
“So tight. You’re overwhelming, Jen,” Reve says, his expression tightening, then relaxing as he comes all the way in, and I can’t help a thrill of excitement knowing I can have this effect on the most beautiful man that ever existed.
Before Reve, I was just tired, lonely, trying-to-do-the-best-for-her-son Jen.
But with Reve, I finally can feel like the me I’ve always been. Alive. Beautiful. Fun. Full of hope for something better.
I clench my sex around Reve’s length, which only makes my G-spot long for the feeling of his sculpted head thrusting against it.
Reve lets out a low, sexy growl as he wraps one powerful arm around my back, pulling me against his chest and making my sensitive nipples rub against him.
“I got the highest scores on self-control of any dream fae ever.” His voice is heavy as he whispers into my ear, the sensation of warm air a stark contrast to the liquid, hard heat still deep inside me. “Of course, the only person who could nearly make me lose it would be you, Jen.”
“I’d like to see that sometime,” I tease, feeling extra bold knowing Reve would never do anything to hurt me.
He’s only brought happiness since the moment he stepped into my life.
“For now, I think I’m going to enjoy making you come so hard you start to wonder if this is a dream or not.” He moves slightly out, just enough to feel that bright light go on inside me from sheer arousal, then seats himself all the way in again.
I open my mouth to protest the lack of movement when he reaches a hand between my legs, and I feel his fingers spread my lips. Then as his digit closes over my clit, I rock back against the sand, body arching from the overwhelming feeling of external stimulation while having him inside me.
I groan so loudly I wonder if it is someone else. But another flick of his finger, and I’m getting even louder.
“Yes. Like that. Let me know how badly you want more.”
I’m curled tight around Reve like it’s a monsoon and I’m climbing a tree for safety. Only, it’s not because of bad weather. I just can’t unclench my hands, my chest, my legs. Anything.
All my nerves are going haywire as he slides up and down my clit, using my own wetness to make the friction even better.
I come in practically no time at all, calling out his name desperately while everything in me tenses and releases like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.
Reve just starts to kiss up my neck while he goes back to stimulating my clit, a little slower this time. But he catches me completely off guard as he withdraws his hips a little, just enough to give me a taste of his hardness and the way he slides inside me and makes me feel so full I can barely take him.
And though I want to start moving, want to see him come and see those teal irises roll back in pleasure, I find myself only further aroused at the thought that he could probably just hold me here in his arms and make me come for hours with that self-control of his and that he would probably enjoy it.
I know I would.
Oh… I’m already coming again.
Bright lights illuminate the space behind my eyelids as wonderful, torturous release rolls through me, crashing like waves over and over. By the time I come down, my head is spinning, almost in a euphoria of still-building pleasure and heady release.
I can smell Reve on me, around me, burnt sugar cookies mixed with the sand and ocean and sex. If it were possible, I’d bottle it up and have it on my counter forever.
My clit is throbbing. My pussy is aching against his shaft, needing more release because just having him inside me is erotic enough to have me coming even without the expert way his finger is making little circles around me.
Above us, the sky is starting to darken, further giving me the sense of utter aloneness as he begins to rock into me with long thrusts.
“How’s my queen?” he asks into my ear, knowing full well how crazy he makes me feel.
“Can’t… words… Yes.” My sex-addled brain forms about three audible words, then gives in to the motion of our bodies as he pushes into me in earnest now.
Thankfully, he only pulls one more orgasm from me with his finger before he finally wraps both arms around me, shielding me from the darkness and the cold air.
For a moment there, I really was about to wonder if this was a dream. But then the chilly sand beneath me brings me back to reality, the feel of our skin clinging wherever we touch, the sight of his very real, utterly gorgeous body almost too much to take in.
“You’re so hot not even dreams could do you justice.” He reaches a hand up to pull several loose strands of hair off my face, then cups my cheek to kiss me while he continues to thrust in to meet me.
After so many orgasms, I’m just holding out for the finale. Like a fireworks show that’s left me breathless for every minute.
Wet, slick sounds with increasing speed mix with our rushing breaths, and I’m left panting as he pushes into me harder and harder, taking me to the very edge of reason as our bodies clash.
Then with a final thrust, Reve takes me over the edge.
I hold the air back in my lungs, everything stopping for a fraction of a second. Then as he jerks inside me, I fall with him, both of us coming together in a heap of encircled limbs and searing pleasure.
I’m almost too hoarse to scream Reve’s name. So instead, I just pull my body to his, burying my head against his shoulder as he grunts in release, only further stoking my own.
By the time I fall back against the towel, utterly exhausted and pleasantly sore from all the arousal, it’s almost nighttime.
High above, the moon is starting to rise over the ocean, casting the clouds in an ethereal blue glow.
I sigh happily as Reve slowly pulls out, then helps me get my clothes back on. “When I pictured sex on a beach, I can’
t say I imagined it being so…” I think out loud, watching Reve as he poofs another blanket into existence and wraps it around both of us.
Thankfully, Joey will be at his friend’s house until late, so we have time to just enjoy the darkness and the ocean.
“So what?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me as I sit up to look out at the moonlit waves with him sitting behind me like some overprotective guardian.
“So mind-blowing.”
He smiles against the back of my neck where his lips are nipping my sensitive skin as his hands slide down the sides of my hips.
“Dream fae are renowned for that.” He nuzzles against me cutely. “But even more specifically, it’s just the effect you have on me, sweetheart. The effect of our bond strengthening.”
He’s spoken of bonds and all that, and it leaves me wondering how this will somehow all work out.
But instead of facing the dark questions that rise in my chest every time he brings up the fae, I just take his hand in mine and kiss the center of his palm.
I relax back against him and just let the ocean fill my ears while the only man I could ever want holds me.
16
Jen
The next few days pass so breezily, so pleasantly, so easily, that I almost wonder if this is how life should have been all along.
Reve wakes me in the morning with breakfast and coffee and insists on driving with me to and from work even though he has to then dematerialize.
In the evenings, we hang out with Joey and play board games or talk or even game with Jerrek.
We eat dinner as a family, cooked by Reve (who, yes, poofs things) or me, and we eat around the table and smile and talk to one another in a way I thought only happened on TV.
My parents tried, but they were poor and life was hard and they died young.
And Mark’s family wasn’t what I’d call welcoming.
I was eighteen and thought that cold house with Mark was the closest thing I would ever have to a family.
But now, with Joey happily telling Reve about his day and the two of them spending time outside playing catch while I watch or discussing dream fae things (even though it makes me slightly more nervous), I’m so happy I can barely think straight.
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