Rachael found herself wandering a dusky dreamscape. She felt slivers of grass brush against her legs like the barest of whispers, dewy in the cool twilight. There weren't any notable features here; just grass as far as she could see, leading out to a muted and distant horizon. Rachael walked until the grass gave way to a still lake. The dim light turned everything a uniform silvery blue, and Rachael sensed no real difference between the endless water and the grassy meadow.
She stepped down onto the soft sand, delighting in the feeling of it spilling between her toes. She approached the of the water, a clear ring that seemed to slice the sky in two. Rachael stopped at the razor-smooth edge, surprised at her reflection. Above her shoulders crested two silver wings. An angel? she wondered.
"You're not even close, sweetheart," said a voice behind her. Rachael started. His was low and soft. Though it was barely above a whisper, she could hear the command it carried. He was waiting for her to turn around.
Slowly she obliged. The first thing she noticed was his pale alabaster skin. She raised a hand, turning it. Skin just like her own. Rachael could feel his eyes on her. She lifted her head to meet his gaze. He was tall. Short wavy hair, though she couldn't tell the exact color in this light. He had a firm jaw and a full mouth. As she stared into his dark, hungry eyes, she became aware of her nakedness. She flushed, hot with embarrassment.
"Don't be ashamed," he said, as if sensing her thoughts. Rachael then realized that the man was naked as well, and blushed harder.
He laughed. "So shy," he said, "for someone not nearly as innocent as they're pretending to be."
His words ran like drops of ice down Rachael's spine, eliciting a shiver.
She saw him grin. "An innocent wouldn't suspect what I'm about to do next." The look he gave her, full of fire and lust, kindled a heated flame in her as well.
Sensing her immediate reaction, the man moved towards her, and in one swoop captured her in his arms. He ran his hand down her back and Rachael gave a small moan. His presence, his touch, they all served to heighten her desire. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. She could feel his heat.
He began to kiss her tenderly, trailing kisses down her jaw and sucking lightly at her lips. Rachael gave another soft moan, and he slipped his tongue inside. Rachael felt her knees buckle at the sensation of him penetrating her. He probed gently at her tongue, feeling it with his own, and Rachael couldn't help but respond in kind, pushing back at him in order to explore his mouth. She was rewarded for her efforts with a moan, and the man pulled her in tightly, pressing her against him.
He moved his hands upward, to touch her shoulders, but found wings instead. He withdrew and a handful of feathers followed. Rachael barely noticed. It didn't hurt; there was the barest sensation of pressure as the soft white down dislodged itself from her wings.
The man was feeling her breasts with his fingertips, spiraling towards her nipples in ever-tightening circles. Rachael whimpered in anticipation. "Patience, love," the man said, tweaking her nipples before sliding his hands back down to her waist. Rachael leaned in and began kissing up the side of his neck in retaliation. The man stood stock still as she worked, and she was rewarded by the heavy sound of his breathing.
"Anxious, are we?" he asked. He gathered her into his arms and deposited her gently on the ground. The waiting sand was as soft as an embrace.
The man stopped for a moment to run his hand over Rachael's stomach, up towards her breast. His calloused hands against her soft skin left trails of electricity that seemed to flow straight to the pit of her stomach. She watched him intently, breathing with quick, sharp breaths through her mouth. The man looked up at her parted lips and dove in towards her, forcing his mouth onto hers, pressing her down into the sand.
