A Silken Web Of Dreams

Placing a soft, wet kiss on his skin, she slowly took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue lightly across the tip of his arousal. As she kissed the tip, her tongue darted out to steal away the bead of liquid that had settled there, then she took in the head, swirling her tongue around and under it.

He cried out as she wrapped her lips around his erection, sheathing half of his length in a wet, warm paradise. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he pushed his head back into the pillow. His hands grasped the bed sheet, crushing and wrinkling it in his grip. He felt as if every drop of blood in his body had left their respective veins and were rushing toward his groin.

Curiosity, however, eventually got the better of him and he ventured to look. Silky brown strands tickled his thighs as her head bobbed up and down. Deft hands stroked the sensitive skin between his legs. That perfect little mouth closed around him, those delicious full lips milking him...

He arched up from the bed, a choked groan breaking free from him. His hands moved down to tangle in the dark hair at the edge of his vision, entwining the silky strands in his fingers, pulling her closer. The pace she had set sent him into a frenzy for control—a control which he knew he had lost and had no hope of regaining. His hips pumped toward her face, matching her rhythm. His moans turned into caveman-like grunts, punctuating each thrust.

She smiled at his reaction, moving away slightly to run her tongue along his length and width, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. Pulling him back into the heat of her mouth, she could feel him twitch uncontrollably beneath her.

‘Sarah, oh, God, Sarah...’

Was he saying that out loud? He had no idea. He was aware of nothing but the most primal of human needs. Pleasure became pain, only to become pleasure again a second later. Waves of passion were threatening to crash over him, sending him helplessly into a violent undertow. He could feel her taking him deeper into her mouth, into her throat, then back out, until just the tip of him sat inside her mouth, resting on her soft tongue. Then she did it again. Over and over again, until he thought he would spontaneously combust. He was so close...

He shuddered with pleasure, and a low groan escaped his throat. Her mouth drew strongly and rhythmically upon him, her tongue sweeping over and around him, teasing at him lightly, but insistently. When he suddenly found himself in danger of imminent explosion, he grasped her dark head with his fingers and begged her through clenched teeth to stop.

“Something the matter, darling?” she laughed. “You need to just lie there and think about something boring?” she asked teasingly, now just running her lips lightly over him, easing off just a bit, giving him some time to recover. “I know, you can just lie there and think about C-SPAN and budget hearings and manpower reports.”

“Why C-SPAN, in particular?” he asked, still gasping slightly in reaction to her movements, still trying to establish control over the reactions of his own body.

“Well, it is one of the more boring cable channels, and, besides, everyone knows that politicians and government bureaucrats are such boring people. Especially you Intel weenies, you know. No imagination, unlike us military types,” she explained, an impish look appearing on her beautiful face as she teased him.

“No, no, no,” she protested, breaking into a small laugh at his outraged expression. “You’re supposed to be thinking boring. You know... Dick Cheney, the Speaker of the House, the Capitol...” She began to draw him into her mouth again, her tongue teasing at him just a little as she did so. Her teeth lightly scraped over his skin, making him jump slightly. “Oops. Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Sarah, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” he admonished her, his soft laugh lightening his stern tone of voice, just as the twitch his mouth gave told her of his genuine amusement. Their relationship had always contained a strong element of teasing and banter, and this had not changed since their wedding, even in the bedroom. Especially in the bedroom.

She laughed again, this time the sound slightly muffled by what she was doing to him. She sounded like an innocent schoolgirl, he thought. But an innocent school girl who had her mouth full of his cock, an innocent schoolgirl who was giving him one of the most incredible sexual experiences of his life. The slick warm wetness she created on his swollen member sent his mind reeling and all thoughts south. He could feel her own moans vibrate through his body. With her lips wrapped firmly around him and the quick movements of her tongue, he could again feel the unstoppable pressure building within him, ready to release, to explode inside her welcoming mouth...

“You’re *not* helping,” he protested weakly.

“But isn’t it true that ‘Your country expects every man to do his duty’? I just want to make sure that *you* have no trouble performing *your* duties... Not that I’ve had any complaints with your performance so far,” she explained with a twinkle in her eyes, her playful words not impeding the maddening progress of her mouth.

“Sarah, stop. Please,” he whispered harshly. “I’m about ready to explode, and I have every intention of being inside of you when I do.”

Licking her lips, this time she nodded and waited for him to find the strip of condoms. His hands were shaking slightly as he ripped one of the packets from the strip, and she finally took mercy on him, swiping it from his hand and opening it herself. She took her time rolling the condom onto his straining flesh, turning even that mundane act into a caress that could send his senses reeling. Her eyes never left his face as she watched the pleasure illuminate his features. His own eyes were dark and wild, his mouth full and swollen, his face flushed and misted over with a thin film of sweat.

She leaned down and kissed him, pressing herself down onto his body as she sat astride his legs. He shuddered with his need for her. And she shuddered, too, feeling the hard length of him pressing against her. It pushed insistently, hungrily, against her thigh, seeming to be almost a separate entity on its own, seeking entry into her body.

Sarah was the first to move, running her hands along Clay’s chest, letting her fingernails linger around his flat nipples. He startled her by grabbing her wrists and pulling her down, kissing her roughly as her head reached his. Then he trailed one hand slowly down her back, stroking her soft skin. She gasped harshly when he found that especially sensitive spot just below her ear. She felt him smile against her skin, and he lightly nipped at the spot, his efforts eliciting something between a whimper and a groan from her throat. His mouth found the spot again, and he opened his lips, sucking hard. She cried out softly as her bones turned to jelly, forcing her to slump against him. As he sucked on her neck again, she gasped loudly, then she leaned back and looked deeply into his eyes, this time begging him to make love to her, to take her, right now.

Suiting her actions to her words, Sarah flipped over onto her back and took his face in her hands, pulling him down on top of her. Sometimes, the intensity of her feelings for Clay made her breathless. Looking back, she realized she’d started falling in love with him almost as soon as they had met. Perhaps it had all started with the first time she had gazed into those bottomless hazel eyes of his. Every time she had looked into those beautiful eyes, she had gotten a glimpse of the warm and caring man that hid behind them—and every time, she had fallen in love with him just a little bit more. In the three short months since they had gotten married, Sarah felt like she had fallen in love with him, all over again, a thousand times a day.

And now, looking into those eyes once again, Sarah placed her lips on his and kissed him, trying to put everything she was and everything she felt for him into it, knowing that no kiss would ever be quite enough to convey her love.

Clay was taken aback by the intensity of her kiss... and knew that he never wanted it to end. Every time she opened herself up and showed him that streak of passion and fire that ran so deeply within her, his heart turned over.

“What was that for?” he asked, as she finally broke the kiss, leaving him trembling and desperate for more.

“For letting me in, for letting me love you,” she said simply. Clay averted his eyes from hers for just a moment, looking almost... embarrassed. Sarah took one finger and lifted his chin so she could see his eyes again, knowing that, deep down, he still had trouble believing that she could really love him. “And, Clay, I do love you,” she whispered, reinforcing her earlier sentiment.

This time, he just wrapped his arms around her, not knowing how to respond to her... and knowing he didn’t really have to. Sarah just somehow knew how he felt. She always did.

Then, taking her hand and placing it behind his neck, she pulled him down to her again so that their lips met.

Beneath him, he could feel her legs part widely for him. His head swam dizzily as he slowly pushed himself into her, burying himself deep inside of her body as she began to open for him, like a flower opening to the morning sun.

Sarah could feel him penetrating her body, and she cried out with pleasure at the sensation, and arched her body against him. He drew back just slightly, then drove into her. She felt the distinct sensation of his body deep within hers. He pulsed and throbbed inside her until her head began to whirl, and she was overwhelmed with pleasure. She reached up and clasped his body to hers, feeling her breasts being crushed against his chest. He took her face between both his hands and kissed her once again, until she felt breathless and her lips felt bruised and tingling.

Suddenly, he began to move within her, thrusting back and forth, drawing himself back almost completely until she whimpered for his return, then thrusting back hard again. A sound, something like a moan, came from somewhere in the back of her throat. The throaty gasp erupting from her mouth bypassed his ears and immediately went south. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her ankles around his waist, angling herself so he could penetrate her more deeply. He continued to thrust into her, faster, harder, using her moans and gasps as his guide. His thrusts became frantic, his controlled finesse from before a distant memory. He leaned in closer and kissed her hard, the thrusts of his tongue imitating those of his lower body.

Then, abruptly breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth over her ear. “Come on, Sarah. Come again for me.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he whispered roughly. “I want to feel you close around me, Sarah. Let me feel it.”

He whimpered as she began to move against him, rising up to meet him as he began to lose all restraint, all thought disappearing from his mind beyond this woman. As he felt himself approach the edge, he took a deep breath, his mouth on hers as he pressed her into the mattress. He could feel her tensing within, and then her quivering little flutters of satisfaction.

She felt him pull the air from her mouth as the shuddering started in the core of her being, the waves of pleasure rolling up through her to snatch her breath away as deeply as he just had. With a sharp cry culminating with his name, she fell away into the fire.

The intensity of her response suddenly sent him out of control. As her body convulsed around him, her muscles squeezing him like a warm fist, he found his own release and shouted her name in a strained voice. He felt himself pulsing inside her, her body milking him and extending his own pleasure as he added a few thrusts to extend hers. Tiny lights flashed behind his closed eyelids, his release so intense he wavered above her, then collapsed, burying his head in her hair.

He came back to earth first, inhaling the sweet mixture of perfume and sweat from the side of her neck. Flicking out his tongue, he gently nuzzled and kissed his way up to her closed eyelids. “I do love you, you know,” he whispered. “Even if I don’t say it often enough.” Her eyelids fluttered once, twice, then opened. Her pupils were dilated and full. She smiled, sending a thrill through his soul.

“I know.” The soft breath came out through half-open lips. He grinned at her response, moving down to kiss her lightly. Eventually, he rolled off to the left side of the bed and disposed of the condom he’d been wearing, then rolled back and took her in his arms.

They lay there, damp and chilled, amid a tangle of bed sheets and blankets, still gasping slightly for air and shuddering with the receding wave of sensation. His hand stroked her tousled, dark hair gently, silently communicating his love for her. Finally, reaching over with one hand, he tugged a thick blanket over them as the cool air from the air conditioner chilled their bodies. As they lay there, he continued to caress her, to drop soft kisses on her face and neck. She smothered a yawn with her hand, trying to conceal just how tired she really was.

But Clay had apparently noticed what she had tried to hide. “I’m sorry, Sarah, I should let you get some sleep.”

“Sorry...” her apology was cut off by another yawn. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought. Although I can’t imagine why I’ve gotten so little sleep lately...” she teased.

“No. I’m the one who should be sorry, you need your rest. You’ve got to be in court in the morning. There’s just one more thing I have to tell you, though.”

“Hmmm?” she answered, sleepily.

“Have I told you recently just how beautiful you look when you wear black?”

A wry smile tilted the corners of her lips. “Would that be in reference to the dress uniform that I was wearing today, or to what I had on underneath it?”

“Oh. Well, don’t get me wrong. Your dress uniform is nice, much better than your Alphas, in fact, but I was referring specifically to something rather more... intimate.” The tone of his voice was sensual and low, sending a little shiver through her, while, at the same time, what he said amused her immensely.

She giggled. “Black, hmm?”

“It looks absolutely amazing next to your skin, Sarah.”

“Hmmm,” she said in mock consideration. “Well, I guess I’ll have to rummage around in my lingerie drawer and see what else I can find.”

“Oh, God!” he moaned comically. “How can you bring up your lingerie drawer and then expect me to just fall asleep?”

She just laughed sleepily and cuddled up to him a little closer, trying to decide, as she drifted off to sleep, just how she should fulfill his request. Maybe a little something in black silk...

The End