by Emma Dawn
“Not a dream, Allianna,” Preacher said. “I promise you this is as real as anything you’ve ever experienced.”
I slowly turned in his arms as he lowered my feet to the floor. “You keep saying that, but there is nothing to make me believe this is real. Like really real. Even this room.” I swept my hand outward. “It’s ridiculous. There isn’t even an attempt to make it look like a normal bathroom.”
The tub had to be big enough for six people, easily, with room to spare. More like a hot tub, only I could see it wasn’t. The tub looked fantastic, but I’ll admit, it was the shower that had my attention.
It was easily ten foot by ten foot with multiple shower heads, a wide bench along the back, and better yet, handles and foot holds all over the wall. My breath tightened in my chest and my nipples hardened with the mere thought of how many positions I could hold while Preacher slipped into me, while he touched me and put his hands all over my body, in my body—
“Yes,” he growled. “Yes, to all of it.”
I whimpered softly, anticipation shooting through me like a bolt of pure orgasmic pleasure that made my knees tremble. Preacher hadn’t even truly touched me yet. We hadn’t kissed, hadn’t taken off a shred of clothing, and I was on the cusp of coming for him right there.
His mouth was at my ear. “Yes. To all of it, yes, a thousand times, Allianna. I will make you sob for mercy before this night is over.”
“You don’t want my confession, Preacher?” I couldn’t help myself.
He chuckled and nipped the edge of my ear. “Only if you are on your knees.”
“Oh fuck.” I whispered and locked my knees to keep standing.
A laugh rolled through him. “That is the plan, my lady.”
He turned me slowly, his hands never leaving my body as he spun me to face him.
Chapter Four
Preacher and I stood, staring at each other, and for a moment, I just marveled at how damn beautiful he was, that he was there with me and wanted me. Whatever fears I’d had about where I was, or why I was there, dissolved under the growing need to be with the man in front of me. To feel him inside me and complete that piece of my life I suddenly knew only he could fill.
A dream, and I would live it to the fullest before I woke. Mike...thank God Mike had left me so I could live this moment.
“He was a fool to walk away from you.” Preacher drew a slow breath and let it out as his hands went to my shoulders, then slid down to my hands. I held perfectly still as he grasped the bottom edge of my shirt and pulled it upward, inch by delicious inch. I lifted my arms, let him take the thin, still-damp shirt from me. My first thought was that at least I’d put on a bra not falling apart at the seams. My second thought was that I wished I had some sexy lingerie.
“You don’t need it.” He leaned in and placed his mouth against the edge of my jawline. “You don’t need a single thing to make you more beautiful than you already are, Allianna.”
His lips and stubble grazed the curves and lines of my face as his hands slid around my back, slipping under the edges of my bra. A tremble started under my skin, a shiver of heat and lightning that made my breath catch and my thoughts melt away into nothing. Or almost nothing.
“It does up in front,” I whispered.
“I don’t plan to unclasp it,” he whispered back. He wrapped his fingers around either side of the bra strap at the back, and with a sharp yank, snapped it in half. “You won’t be needing it tonight.”
“Right,” I said. A gasp escaped me as the bra fell to the floor and the cool air drifted around my nipples. They perked right up, begging to be touched.
Preacher’s nostrils flared, his jaw worked and I saw him swallow hard. I dared to lift my fingers, and run one over his bottom lip. “Please, tell me you aren’t nervous.”
His lips twitched. “Perhaps, a little.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” I reached up and slid my hands around the back of his head, and pulled him to me. I planted my lips on his with a hard, bruising kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth, darting, touching, teasing him. Daring him to keep up with me. My body was singing with desire, with a need so strong I wanted to both wrap my legs around him, and hold him tight to me so I could feel every inch of him.
I was no teenager on her first go-around of the carousel. I knew what I liked, and I knew what I wanted, and right now nothing filled my mind like the thought of being skin on skin with Preacher. To feel every part of him on me, in me, with me.
If he could really read my mind, as seemed to be the case, this was about to get interesting in the most delightful of fashions.
I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue up and touching the tip of it to one of his fangs. A groan slid from him and he clutched at me. “Don’t. I won’t last a minute if you play with them.”
I blinked up at him, breathing hard, my mind a bit of a mess with haze of desire clouding it. “What?”
“They are...sensitive. Touching them is incredibly erotic, and will bring me far too fast.” He struggled to get the words out.
He didn’t give me much time to consider what would happen next. He pulled me tightly to him, grinding his hips against mine so his rock-hard cock pressed against my panties, straining the thin material.
I couldn’t help but arch my back, lifting my upper body as an offering to his mouth and hands, while thrusting my own hips harder against his length. I rubbed my body against his, feeling the slow burn of need rolling through me from every contact point.
God, I wanted this man, wanted every bit of him.
He took the offer. His mouth descended on the top of my breast, and he ran his tongue across the skin in a hot, wet lick that traveled around the edge of my breast and over the nipple, drawing a long low groan from my mouth. He blew out a breath of hot air, tracing the wet path of his tongue, sending a trickle of icy-hot shivers to my already aching, wet pussy.
I clung to him, unable to do anything but let him have his way with me. Let him touch me and tease me into a state of desire so strong my body thrummed with it.
He moved to the other breast, licking his way across, sucking at the skin, the stubble of his chin brushing against the sensitive flesh, sending shots of pleasure through me with each movement.
Painfully slow, he made his way back to a nipple, and sucked it into his mouth. With a flick of his tongue, he rolled the nipple around, and around, tugging and suckling over and over, bringing my body to a quivering mess of need and want.
My breath came in soft sighs and gasps of pleasure as he moved back to the first nipple, and took as much of my breast into his mouth as he could.
Under my hands his skin was hot, and his muscles tense with holding himself back. I wanted more of him, all of him.
The tips of his fangs coursed along the edge of my tit as he drew back, and once more flicked and tugged on the nipple. His free hands swept downward to the edge of my pajama bottoms. I thought he’d take the soft cotton fabric pants off with the same vigor as he’d removed my bra.
No, this was far more delicate. He slid his hand into my pants, to the edge of my panties, one finger tucking under the lacy seams at the top, tickling and teasing his way down between my legs, a preview of what, I hoped, was to come. His teeth and lips didn’t slow their tugging and tasting of my breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, taking the pressure up a notch each time until the cusp of pleasure and pain hovered at the edge of my senses. A harder nip and I gasped, arching into his mouth, letting him completely take my weight on his arm holding me across my lower back.
“Please, don’t stop.” I groaned the words and shamelessly spread my legs for him, all but begging him to touch me. My clit ached, my panties were soaked through, and again, he’d barely started with me. I wanted to blame it on being so long since the last time I’d been good and royally taken to bed, but I couldn’t. I’d never felt like this before.
I’d written scenes like this, absolutely. My books carried more than one tangling of limbs t
hat left both parties breathless and in awe of each other and what they could do. But that was fantasy, and I was...I was living this.
This was sensation overload. Jet lag in the bedroom. I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t care, I just wanted to dive deeper into this pleasure and let it take me over, drown me, whatever it wanted as long as Preacher didn’t stop.
Preacher’s hands and mouth left me as suddenly as they’d started, and I slid to the floor, onto my knees, breathing hard. He turned and looked into the main room.
A voice I didn’t know called out, “Did you tell her yet, Preach?”
The new voice made me squeak and I grabbed at Preacher, dousing my desire like a bucket of cold water. Who the hell was busting in on us?
Preacher flexed both hands at his sides, his head snapping around. “I’m trying, Wick. Get out of here.”
“Just be sure to tell her, old chap. I’d like a chance, too.”
Preacher slammed the door shut and laughter floated through it.
“Who is Wick?” I blinked up at Preacher, once more trying to bring myself back to reality.
He held out a hand to me and helped me stand. “He’s my brother, of sorts. We were turned by the same old vampire. The previous queen, to be exact.”
“Oh, so are you like vampire royalty then?”
He laughed and shook his head. “No. Let us talk of things of that nature later. Right now, I’d much rather taste every piece of you.”
I opened my mouth and immediately closed it. I was not going to try and stop him from doing exactly what I’d wanted since he’d first touched me.
He stood in front of me and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his lean shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Next came his pants, and God alive and all that was holy, he was not wearing any underwear and his cock was damn glorious.
Not a word I’d have thought for a hard-on, but there it was. Curving upward, pointing right at his belly button, smooth with a bead of moisture on the tip, just waiting for me. I moved to slide my pajama bottoms off, and he lifted a hand. “No, I’ll do that.”
He stepped forward and dropped to his knees in front of me. He tipped his head and looked up at me from under long dark lashes. He hooked his fingers into the top of the pants and slowly slid them down over my thighs, leaving them to puddle at my feet.
My light pink panties on the shimmering see-through side, soaked with my need for him, were all that stood between him and me.
His hands were on my hips and he leaned his face in and brushed his cheek against my panties, the stubble sticking through the material, tickling my skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled my panties down to join my pajama bottoms where they lay.
“So, beautiful, so perfect.” He looked at me as he spoke, not my pussy, which was a nice change. Always good to have a man speak to you, and not to your tits and pussy.
I smiled down at him and he laughed.
“You are something else, Allianna. Even now, your laughter sparkles through your mind.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “I can’t help it.”
“Don’t try to. I love hearing your thoughts. They are a balm to my own mind.”
He put his lips to the top of my bikini line and laid a gentle kiss. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The word slid from me before I could catch it, before I could think better of it. Mike had been a pig with me, but Preacher was all but worshipping my body, treating me like I was something precious and delicate.
He opened his mouth and pressed it against my pussy through the thin cotton, the heat and moisture of his mouth cutting through it. I grabbed a handful of his mahogany hair and held his head and mouth tightly to me, the heat of his mouth and tongue sending a flurry of shivers through me. My pussy convulsed as I flung my head back and let the sensations wash upward from my center, like a storm circling outward, touching every part of me.
He pulled the panties to one side, exposing my wet lips. “Beautiful.” He groaned the word a heartbeat before he dipped his tongue between my folds, searching for my clit. I groaned, clutching him harder, urging him on.
With sure, smooth strokes, he found his way to my aching center, his tongue circling around and around, teasing it into a throbbing heartbeat all its own.
“Please—” I didn’t know what I was begging for, for him to finish or to never stop. Maybe some of both. I wanted this to last forever, to die in the moment and let this be my heaven.
The slow, sure strokes of his tongue grew faster, and faster, pressing deeply between my folds the growing answer in my body demanding to be the center of his attention. My hips rocked in time with his movements. This was a storm I was riding, a storm I wanted to burst open over me, and let me scream my pleasure to the sky.
I gasped as he slid two fingers into my pussy, flicking the tips of them forward, finding my G-spot with an ease I didn’t think possible. He pressed against it, stroking up and down the cushiony devil that had before always eluded me and my partners. Another groan slid from my lips as the curling pleasure tightened once more, and I struggled not to break apart into pieces. I wanted to ride this, more than anything.
Preacher’s tongue and fingers moved in time with one another, stroking, demanding I give over my climax. The building pressure in my clit and G-spot had me gasping for breath, and my hips thrusting toward him involuntarily. I literally could not control my own body any longer. Preacher was the one I wanted, the one I’d waited for.
The orgasm burst over me like a thunderclap followed by a rain shower between my legs, the scream leaping from my lips, a lightning bolt of release. Shivers ran through me as my pussy convulsed over and over, wanting more of this man, needing more of him.
Slowly, the pleasure eased and I realized I was against the cool tile wall of the shower, Preacher still on his knees in front of me. I stared down at him, my chest heaving as I worked to catch my breath.
“Wow,” I whispered. He grinned up at me.
“Yes, that was rather wow. Shall I continue warming you?” He leaned over me and flicked on the shower heads. Water streamed down on all sides of us, cold and hot coming from different heads. I squealed as a cold stream hit my left side.
Preacher caught me and moved us so we were under a rain shower of barely warm water. It could have been a waterfall in the jungle if not for the black and gold tiles.
He bent his head. “Again?”
I stared up at him, my heart hammering once more. “Yes.”
His lips descended on mine as he lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my arms, then legs around him, feeling the pressure of his cock pressing against my still-throbbing center. The last of the convulsions of my body from the orgasm were not even completely gone when he pressed his tip to me.
I shimmied my hips trying to get closer, trying to draw him in. Whatever world this was, dream, reality, or otherwise, I knew I didn’t want to leave anytime soon.
A low rumble of pleasure rolled from him and through me. He pried one of my hands from around his back, and placed it on one of the handles on the wall. Understanding, I let go with the other hand and found another grip on the other side. Next was a foot, and I set it in a groove in the wall, leaving just one leg hooked over his hip, and easy access.
I couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from me. “Who thought up this place? I’m not complaining, but seriously? This is amazing.”
Preacher nodded. “It is. It was designed for pleasure.”
“No shit,” I said.
He pressed against me, his tip pushing past my folds, sliding over my clit to the heart of my pussy. I groaned as he dipped in an inch and then out, dipped in two inches and then out. He kept one hand splayed on the wall behind me, and the other held my leg hooked around his hip, clutching me at the base of my ass.
Deeper and deeper, he pushed, taking his time, though he had no need. “I’m not a virgin. You don’t have to go slowly,” I breathed, unable to make my words any louder as my body began to spasm around his
length.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I’m...longer than many.”
“Good deal, I’ll let you know if we get to a hurting point.” I leaned in and bit him on the shoulder, drawing him closer yet, bringing his length deeper into me. I held him with my teeth and he groaned.
“I will not last.”
I bit him harder, and he thrust deeply into me, the tip of his cock touching the edge of my womb. I could feel every inch of him and it was indeed as glorious as I’d first thought. He pulled out and slid back in, trying to slow. I could feel him trying to control the pace. I let go of him with my mouth.
“Preacher, fuck me.”
The command seemed to snap through him and he blinked up at me, his eyes shocked, but also...excited. He leaned into me, his mouth on mine in a frenzy of lips and tongues as he drove himself into me, over and over.
I’d never climaxed during sex before, and I doubted it would happen now, but the aftershocks of my previous orgasm still whispered at the edges of my body, and slowly I curled toward that glittering peak. Reaching for it with my entire body.
Preacher dropped his mouth to the top of my left breast, then to the nipple as he found a steady, hard rhythm that had my back slapping against the tile with each thrust. I arched back as best I could, trying both to offer my body up and hold him close at the same time. My own climax waited for me, just at the edge of all this pleasure. Just a breath too far away.
I didn’t mind really. The feeling of him inside of me, of his skin on mine and the rough stubble of his face on my breasts was certainly its own pleasure. I let the sensations wash over me, let myself feel every inch of him that touched me, let my mind revel in the feeling of his lips and tongue against my skin, of his cock deep inside of me.
All of this, all of this was what I wanted.
His speed peaked as he climbed to his own climax. His breath came in gasps as he fought to keep his mouth on my nipple. I took a chance, let go of one of the handles and brought his face to mine for a kiss. I wanted to feel connected to him everywhere, to know that we were together.