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Angel of Mercy - Lace (continued) After recovering his breath, he braced himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her in wonderment. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, he kissed her lips softly. "Where did you come from?" He asked. "From your dreams." She smiled, rubbing her hands over the back of his neck. "I don't think I’ve ever dreamed anything this good." "Mmm..maybe you just don't remember." She pulled him down to kiss him again, and he felt her shiver underneath him. The sun had long since set, and a cool breeze was coming in off the ocean. Suggesting that they retire to the cabin, he helped her up and gathered the blanket and clothes. Once inside, he set out to start up the fireplace, while she inspected his selection of chilled wines. "Are you saving this for any special occasion?" She inquired, holding up a bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses. He smiled. This occasion seemed special enough. "That will be just fine." He nodded and invited her to sit with him by the fire. He opened up the champagne and poured it out for them as she cuddled up next to him on the couch, pulling part of the throw blanket they sat on over her legs. Toasting one another, they sipped at their glasses and sat together quietly, listening to the crackling fire. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, holding her close and warm against him. He could think of a multitude of questions to ask this woman who so mysteriously appeared in his life, but right now simply holding her was satisfying enough. They eventually finished their first glasses, and she sat back as he poured more. A little champagne splashed out of her glass and landed on his stomach. Setting the bottle and his glass down, he searched for something to dry off with, but not before she leaned down and licked it off of him. He froze and looked at her curiously when she raised her head, her tongue snaking across her lips. "Mmm..." She purred. "Perhaps I'll have a little more." He watched as she poured a few drops onto his chest and quickly leaned in to catch it as it trickled down, finishing with a flick of her tongue over his nipple. Again she poured a little on him, his shoulder this time, and licked and nibbled down his arm, tracing his bicep with her tongue. She raised her head and looked at him with a devilish twinkle in her eye, and he returned with a mischievous grin. She offered her glass to him, and he sipped, deliberately letting some spill from his mouth. Not missing the opportunity, she licked the sweet liquid from his mouth, then caught his bottom lip between hers, sucking at it and eliciting a deep growl from his throat. She released his lip and trailed the tip of her tongue down the patch of hair on his chin, and then kissed her way over his throat. He buried one hand into her hair and closed his eyes, sinking back into the cushions as she continued anointing him with champagne and worshipping with her tongue. He felt her undoing his jeans, and lifted his hips so she could slide them and his briefs off of his legs. The last of her glass was poured evenly on each of his thighs, and she nipped and tongued each one thoroughly, all but avoiding his hardening member. He twitched every time her hair brushed across it, dying to ask her to take it in her mouth, but still enjoying her touch everywhere else. Suddenly she stopped and he opened his eyes, praying that that wasn't all she planned to do to him. Still kneeling in front of him, she gestured toward his full glass, which he handed to her. He watched as she drank down half, holding it in her mouth for a few seconds, swallowed, then took him in her mouth, sliding her lips all the way down his shaft and back up to the head, flicking her tongue and then sinking him again. He slammed his head back against the pillow, the sensation of her mouth, cooled by the liquid, was unbelievable. He groaned, tightening the grip he still had on her hair. She pulled her lips back, ever so lightly grazing him with her teeth, teasing with her tongue as she used her fingers to trace the sensitive skin at the base of his balls. He lifted his hips to push himself deeper into her mouth, but she gently pushed him back down, her hand lingering to tickle his stomach as she sucked harder. She replaced her mouth with her hand and he opened his eyes to find her smiling up at him, and all at once he felt the need to be inside her again. He gently pulled her up from her knees and gazed at her with desire as she lifted her dress over her head, her body illuminated with the flickering shadows from the slowly dying fire. She straddled him and he guided himself into her. Her heat inside was a sharp contrast to the coolness of her mouth, and he jerked her hips hard down onto him. She gasped at his suddenness and pulled away slightly, but he jammed her down again. She quickly got the idea as she lifted slightly off of him, then came forcefully back down. Over and over they slammed their hips together, and he was amazed that she seemed made for rough sex as much as she was made for the slow loving they made earlier. She held onto his shoulders as he leaned her back to suck at her breasts, still pumping into her. She moaned his name as he caught her nipple in his teeth, and she begged him not to stop. He was more than eager to oblige, sitting up and holding her hips tight, ramming into her with every ounce of strength he had in his legs. She gripped the back of the couch and he could hear her digging her nails into the material. Throwing her head back, she cried out as she climaxed, and the increased tightness was more than he could handle. He growled loudly and sank deep inside, filling her with his heat. She threw her arms around him and whimpered as he could feel her body spasm through a second orgasm. He rained light kisses on her shoulder as they both struggled to return their breathing to normal. She lifted her head and stared into his brown eyes with her enchanting green ones, tracing his features with her fingertips just as she had when she first whispered her name. "I think I've succeeded in taking away that sadness, don't you agree?" She breathed. "In more ways than you can imagine." He sighed and held her tight. They both agreed laughingly that they were quite thirsty beyond champagne, and she slid off of his lap so he could fetch some water from the kitchen. When he returned, he found her nearly asleep on the couch, and the thought that he wore her out made his ego swell a little, but he had to admit he was equally tired. He pressed the cold glass against her arm to wake her, and she jumped up, making him laugh. She dipped her fingers in the water and flicked it at him in retaliation before taking a drink. He gulped down his water and then took her glass, setting them both to the side, before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her off to the bed. They stretched out on top off the blankets, and with her curled up at his side, both of them fell fast asleep. She awoke with the morning sun, crawling on top of him for his wake up call. He made it last as long as he could, knowing from the look in her eyes that they would both be going their separate ways once this dream was over. Later, he followed her into the living room, putting on his jeans as she slipped back into her clothes. "Come back home with me." He pleaded. "I need you to keep me sane...I don't think I can handle being without you." "You will be just fine." She reassured, smiling sweetly. "Can I at least call you?" He asked. She reached for his hands without answering and coaxed him up from the chair, leading him out to the deck, where the ocean breeze blew strongly today. Facing him, with her hair twisting untamed in the wind, she tilted her chin up, inviting his kiss. He pressed his lips to hers, grasping her arms and not wanting to let go. He knew he had to, though, and she parted from him, stepping away toward the sand. "When you need me again, I will be there." She said softly, and turned away toward the ocean. Silently, he watched her walk away, but strangely did not feel the sadness that he expected to feel well up inside. Then, something glinted out of the corner of his eye and he looked down to spy her ankle bracelet lying on the deck. She must not have realized that she lost it, he thought, bending to pick it up. He turned back toward the surf to call out her name, but before a sound escaped his lips, he realized she was gone. He could see for a ways down either side of the beach, how could she possibly have disappeared so quickly? He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, the scent of vanilla still flowing in the breeze. Holding the silver chain tightly in his hand, he raised it to his lips, still feeling her comforting presence by his side. Creed Fanfic Page Copyright TMS2003   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)