The hunger woke in her. That deep ache. That needed to be touched, caressed, relieved.
She floated through the man's house. Her white hair gusting behind her. Her smooth skin catching the moonlight. The tips of her breasts pushing through her nightgown. God, how she needed. She needed to feel the wind. The light. Smell her skin, as it flushed in want. She needed a man inside her. The burst of his seed. Filling her up to infinity.
Her name was Jordan, and she had died a few hundred years ago. No body. She had sailed through this world without touch, taste or smell. She found out something. In a way that she had no time to think of now. She needed sex, that primal energy, to gain any corporeal form.
She really needed it. God, the feeling of skin. That throbbing wetness, that ache that burst into her being. She came into the man's room. The moonlight lit his frame. The glistening body. The sweat in his six pack. His regal face, strong jaw, solid cheekbones. He tossed. He turned. His glistening manhood poked through the sheets, and his tortured twisted in his sleep.
She had watched him. He wanted it as much as she did. A fantasy. Some missed part of him that was not part of his happy marriage. Something that she could fix. She saw his manhood. The swollen, engorged organs. They must ache. As much as her own body did. She could relieve that pressure. Make those tortured muscles stop the pressure. She sat on him. Touched his head. Closed her eyes, and let his mind into hers.
She fell into his dream.
*** And onto grass.
She smelt the air. Looked up into the blue sky, heard the water rushing by. God, it felt good to be alive. Touching, tasting, living. She levered up. What sort of fantasy would it be this time? A threesome? Selena Gomez? Ryan Goseling?
Nothing to do. She might as well relax. Luxuriate in this warmth. Feeling it kiss her lips. Slide along her hair. If only she were naked, to feel the grass on her flesh, and the sun on her skin. She looked at her clothes. Riding boots. Leather shirt tight on impossibly rounded breasts. Incredible to the touch. Raising a groan in her throat. One of her nipples pushed through her shirt as hard as a rock. They ached. Hot to the touch. Sending electricity through her body, and jolt in between her legs. She dripped and it felt beautiful. Warm. Like life.
God she needed it. She needed the length of a man inside her. On top of her. Filling her.
Her hand touched the smoothness of her inner thigh. She could...No, she couldn't. She sighed. Feeling the urge all over. To touch. To hold. To feel something, anything, pushing into her.
She had to wait. She slipped off her shoes. Felt the earth. Like kisses on her feet. She was in a clearing. Surrounded by trees, standing on a bed of grass, and before a lake with the sun turning blushing everything in sight. The green of the leaves. The blue of the lake. She dipped her toe in and groaned. Looking at herself, she could see her face. Heart shaped. Black hair falling around it like a mane. She had eyes as blue as the sky. Thick lips the colour crushed raspberries.
It felt good to be alive.
Leaning back, she waited. The ache growing between her legs. Oh god, Let him come. Let the man come. Her breasts ached. Her lips burned. They wanted another lips on her. Oh god, please come...please...
Finally, the man of this dream came onto the scene. A rough spun tunic. Coarse pants. He had the shoulders of a working man. Thick, and strong. Calloused hands. A strong face. Lips that would push against her own. Stick his tongue in her mouth. She steadied her breathing. Feeling the flush on her face. Her whole body flushing in heat. Throbbing. Wanting. Needing.
'Sorry miss', he looked down, 'I didn't mean to bother you.'
'I'm happy you did'.
She couldn't keep the breathlessness out of her voice. The lushness of her eyes. The parting of her lips and the catch in her breath.
