A Wishing Moon (17 page)

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What if…oh, pooh. Jade, I‘m not an elegant beautiful blonde, I’m just me.” Slowly she sat up in front of him. Closing her eyes, it was all she could do to keep from covering her breasts with her hands. What if he didn't like her body?

With a trembling hand, he pushed her hair over her shoulder that made her open her eyes. He didn’t say anything, he just stared. As he looked at her, she looked at him. His eyes appeared hungry. His jaw tensed, his breath rushed out harsh between his teeth. Heat began to rise on Arabella’s body and suddenly her nipples began to harden.

He brought both hands up and cupped her breasts. “You are absolutely perfect. Look how full you are, how you fill my palms to overflowing.”

She glanced down at his tanned hands, hands that just hours ago had been frozen with paralysis. She leaned and kissed one hand and then the other. This affection did not detract his attention from her breasts.

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They are so sweetly rounded. The color is without compare, your skin is so golden and the nipples are so baby pink. Look how they are tightening for me.” He moved his palms in circles over her breasts and her breathing deepened and quickened.

He pulled her down to him and kissed her sweetly. “God, you are intoxicating. I wish I had more strength.”

She cuddled up to him and fought back the ache pulling at her womanhood. “You need to rest.”

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I am so happy. I don’t want to sleep. I wonder if we will meet in our dreams again.”

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I don’t know. Now we’re together, there may be no need for that connection.”

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I guess we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we?” He pulled her as close as she could get while staying in her own skin. “Don’t get used to going to sleep so quickly in my arms. As soon as I am able, I am going to love you until you beg me to stop.”

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I don’t think I could ever ask you to stop.”

He kissed the top of her head and they slept.

Arabella once more heard the cry of a hawk. She looked around to see if she could find the mysterious bird. The sky glowed pink with the setting of the sun and to her amazement Jade came walking toward her across the top of the granite dome. “Arabella, we are here once more.”

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I don’t understand. I am lying in your arms and all is well.”

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I guess we have unfinished business here. Your desire has called out to me and mine is here to answer the call. I want to do for you, here, what my body is unable to do in our bed.”

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I can wait for you.’

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I know you can, but you don’t have to. Our loving on this realm doesn’t detract from the joy we will have in the realm of the real. I do not want to ever lose an opportunity to make love to you. Do you want me?”

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Yes.’

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Show me.”

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I don’t know how.”

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Yes, you do. Come and show me you want me.”

Slowly, she walked toward him. This was a dream, anything was possible. She could be anything, or anyone, she wanted to be. She could be daring and sexy and wanton. Looking at him, she was amazed that he was here with her. Jade was outstandingly gorgeous. Never before had she seen such a magnificent man, except in magazines. What did she really want to do to him? Brazenly, Arabella let pure instinct take over. She stopped in front of him and began to undress. She did the striptease slowly, unbuttoning the camisole instead of pulling the soft cotton over her head. When her top was undone, she left it on, but her full breasts were semi-exposed, if she moved in a certain way. “Jade, I want you to let me love you. Let me do the touching and the kissing. See how still you can be.”

“
Have I set myself up for a wonderful form of torture?”

She approached him, her brown eyes locked with his twinkling blue ones. Their dress puzzled Arabella. Here she wore a camisole and satin panties; back in bed, she was nude. Here, Jade had on a pair of blue jeans and a blue cotton button-up shirt; back in bed, he wore pajamas. Who determined these things? She decided to take advantage of his attire.

Stepping up on tiptoe, she kissed Jade on the strong column of his throat. Arabella felt him swallow. With slightly trembling hands, she began to unbutton his shirt. As she released each button, she began to kiss the exposed flesh, slowly working her way down from his throat to the top of his jeans. She did not go any lower; instead, she stood up and placed both palms inside his shirt working her way up his chest until her palms covered both of his small hard nipples. He shivered with desire. She lingered there, on his nipples, lightly rubbing them in a circular motion with the flat of her palm. Sliding both palms upward, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

With one last kiss to the hollow of his throat, she walked around him so she could divest him of his upper garment. Standing at his back, she kissed her way across his wide, massive, shoulders as high as she could reach. Then she skimmed both hands around his waist and slipped her palms up his chest, this brought her own body into complete contact with his, so she further teased him by allowing her own nipples to rub his back—languorously, from side to side. This had begun as a way to turn him on, but Arabella found herself highly aroused, maybe even more than Jade.

She was wrong.

As she was making her way around to the other side, kissing his shoulder, then his upper arm and around to his collarbone, he struck. “Temptress,” he growled as he captured her waist and secured her close to him. She couldn’t miss the hard, thick, hot ridge of his penis that formed an unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

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No, no, I’m not through.” She pushed his hands back to his sides. He allowed her to torment him further, but she could tell he only had a small amount of control left.

He wasn’t wearing a belt, which made the next step easier. Sinking to her knees, she popped the button of his jeans open and slowly unzipped his fly. She edged the rough denim and his underwear down and off his muscular legs. She began kissing at one knee and edged herself leisurely upward. Almost to the top of his thigh, she was unexpectedly lifted off the ground.

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Enough. You have tormented me enough.” He made quick work of her panties and camisole until she stood before him gloriously nude. He lifted her once more. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did, and found to her delight, this placed her body in the exciting position of being widespread and ready for him to enter her.

The tip of his penis pressed into the eager folds of her vagina, he edged her out slightly and gradually sat her down on his throbbing member. As he slid deep into her she moaned, her hips instantaneously moving up and down, consuming more and more of him as he eagerly buried himself to the hilt.

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Now, wrap your arms around my neck, baby.” She eagerly enfolded him in her embrace and savored the sensation of being impaled by his turgid sex. “Now, I have you, Bella, move as much you like.” His hands cupped her hips, his fingers massaging the tight flesh.

Excitement coursed through her bloodstream, this was a dream, why not let herself go and do what she had never done before. He felt so good inside of her. She began to work the muscles of her vagina; clasping him tightly, and then releasing him over and over. Rotating her hips, she felt the thickness of his penis increase even further. His cock was so big, and long, but even more wonderful, its girth was thick and filled her emptiness so deliciously. Jade licked her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. Her pleasure kept building to an unbearable intensity. She held onto his shoulders and pulled herself up until just the last inch or so of his penis remained in her vagina, then slammed back down. She repeated this motion until she was gasping from the sheer joy and delight of the incredible sensations washing over her body. God, it felt so good!

Jade seemed to enjoy loving her just as much. “Don’t stop, baby. I’m coming.”

She didn’t need much encouragement, pleasing him made her feel like a sex goddess. She slid herself up and down until she felt him explode within her. His fiery eruption triggered her own climax. She threw her head back and clamped her tight inner muscles down on his penis like a vise, milking him of every last dewy, drop of male juices.

Exhausted, she laid her head on his chest and he tenderly kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Arabella Landry.”

Then she woke up.

* * * *

The effects of the tremendous climax she just enjoyed were still vibrating through her pussy. Arabella laid still and basked in the afterglow for a few moments. Wanting to see what his reaction was, she rose up in the bed and turned to look at Jade. He was fast asleep. He had just told her he loved her and he was fast asleep!

She had to calm down and remember all she’d just experienced was a dream. When he woke up, would he remember saying he loved her? Would he remember any of it?

She couldn’t help considering that maybe this time the dream had been hers alone. How could she sleep now? She glanced over at the clock and discovered it was almost time to get up. Knowing she wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, she decided to go make coffee.

Dressing quickly, she slipped into her camisole and panties and pulled on a white cotton robe. It was one of her favorites; she just adored anything made of white eyelet. She stopped to look down at Jade. He lay on his side, his face relaxed and sweet. Very lightly, she touched his hair. “I love you too, Jade Landale,” she whispered.

In the kitchen, she found Evangeline and her mom already up and eating some incredible smelling, homemade cinnamon rolls. “Are those Angelique’s cinnamon rolls?” Arabella asked, already knowing the answer due to the heavenly smell of brown sugar and roasted pecans.

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Yes, and they are superb,” Evangeline confirmed.

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How, did—” Her mother began.

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Not a word, Mother.” She had known Elizabeth would ask her about her sleeping arrangements, both real and dream state. At her gruff retort, they all collapsed in a fit of giggles. Despite the drama, this had been the best Christmas ever!

When their composure returned, Elizabeth got serious. “Evangeline, tell Arabella about your encounter in the woods, yesterday.”

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What are you talking about?” Arabella asked.

Evangeline got another cinnamon roll and began. “Angelique and I decided to water some of your flowers in one of the greenhouses. On our way out, Slim Pickins escaped. I couldn’t risk anything happening to him. So I followed.”

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But Nanette said…”

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I know, but it was Pickins…” Evangeline tried to explain.

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I would have done the same thing,” Arabella admitted.

Elizabeth huffed in exasperation. “You two and those animals! Continue, Evangeline.”

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I chased after him and he was seriously trying to lose me. I was so busy trying to catch up with him I didn’t notice I had crossed the property line. When I realized where I was, I stopped and zapped Pickins with a serious whammy of magical persuasion and he, thankfully, turned around and headed back the way he came. Then, I felt as if eyes were staring at me. I could feel hate settling on my skin. I knew he meant me harm. I just froze. Something told me if I just turned and ran, he would be on me like a lion on a gazelle. He may even have had a gun.

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Knowing I had to do something, I did a spell I’ve used several times with pretty good success. I called up a storm. This time, the goddess knew I was in trouble and the rain and thunder came up fast. When he heard me chanting, he stepped out from behind a tree. The sun had gone behind a cloud and he was standing in deep shadow. From what I could tell, he seemed to be tall and broad. He had on a wide brimmed hat and a long trench coat. When I saw him, I knew I couldn’t let him catch me. I felt his thoughts, he wanted to kill me. I think at that moment, he thought he had me, but a bolt of lightning struck the ground right between us. When the flash and noise surprised him, he jumped backward and I saw my chance, so I turned and ran as fast as I could.”

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When she got back, Angelique and I were just about to come looking for her.” Elizabeth took a sip of coffee, and looked straight at her daughter. “Arabella, tell me something, does old Lyle Sessions still live next door?”