A Girl and her book.

He rose, and almost automatically passed through the walls and crossed the hallway to the bedroom. Teagan was laid out on the bed, the covers draped over her curves. Leaving a seductive silhouette. Walking as he would if he was living, stepping carefully to make somehow less sound than his muted footsteps already did. His hand floated above the sheets, they rose drawn by the static of his form. Letting his hand pass through the cotton, his fingertips caressed the skin of her calf. He smiled, every part of her was a new sensation to touch. Somehow, he had to die to find someone that stirred the depths of his being the way she did. Passing her knee, onto the ample flesh of her thighs. He flattened his hand, his fingers spread wide as they sailed upwards. Reaching the swell of her hip, his fingers dipped over the fall of her form. Touching the soft curls adorning her mons. Moving up, his touch passed over her stomach, circling her navel before swirling outwards and up toward the rise of her bosom. Cupping her breast in his hand, his thumb flicked over her nipple and offering a short pinch between his thumb and forefinger before releasing her flesh back to gravity. His hand past, rising to drag the back of his fingers along the curve of her neck. A single finger rested on the line of her jaw, tilting her face toward him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers as the connection pulled him and her from the world.

The room faded from reality into their shared space, the black sheets laid out under her, the blazing aura of her hair standing against it. He stood beside the bed, looking down at what was his.

“Teagan….”
 
She slept. Deeply and peacefully until she felt a light chill. Her hand subconsciously groped for her covers and when it found none, she frowned. The frown eased from between her eyes as she felt his fingers on her calf. She was dreaming again.

Oh, please let her dream.

Her thighs involuntarily parted at his touch. Her body arched as his hand floated over skin like heated silk, making her moan softly in her throat. She felt her stomach muscles tighten. Her inner core throbbed with the desire for his touch. Her whole inner being heated with need making her physical body bend on the sheets. Her lips parted, the tip of her tongue poked out, moistening her lips that had suddenly gone dry. Her hands gripped and twisted the material at her sides as he continued to delightfully torment her. As his hand slid up her body, she anticipated his touch on her breast. It tightened, her nipple going taunt and needy but it was his lips touching hers that spun them out of the material world and into their fantasy.

“Teagan….”

His voice called to her and she was helpless but to answer him. Her body wanted, no, needed his. She needed to feel him sliding into her greedy body until there was no place else to go.

“Shawn….. please…..”

Even she heard the whimper in her voice but it didn’t bother her. Right now all that mattered was him. He was her Earth, her Moon and her Stars……
 
His chest thrummed, energy pulses radiating out from where his heartbeat should be. His knee was on the bed, denting it in, her form rolled slightly. His hand went to her stomach, his fingers slowly drawing small circles around her navel before shifting southward. The tips of his fingers touched her mons as his other hand cupped her jaw. His thump pressed against her lip, pushing it down he smiled down at her.

“Open your mouth”

His fingers left her mons for a moment, unbuttoning his trousers and shifting so his cock was free. It was already rigid, excited for what was to come. Returning his hand to her groin, he let his fingers dip down her body, his fingers grazing the sides of her lips. The tip of his finger devilishly dipping inside her glistening slit to tease as they returned their way up her groin.
 
His touch was everything. His fingertips left a wake of fire wherever they touched. They made places deep inside her throb and ache for more.

“Open your mouth”

The tip of her tongue snaked out to wet her lips before she did as he bade her. His fingers, at the juncture of her thighs, left her for a moment. She felt, no, maybe it was she was more aware than anything else, of him undoing the front of his pants so his cock would be free. His fingers rejoined with her flesh, making her hotter and wetter. Her thighs restlessly parted wider. As his finger dipped between her lips, she groaned, her own fingers gripped the sheets. She knew what he wanted. What he was going to do.

The anticipation was killing her……
 
Her core was hot and soaked, her body wrapped around his finger even as a second joined the first. His middle and ring fingers rocked back and forth inside her as his thumb slipped between her lips. Playfully he hooked behind her teeth and pulled back forcing her up. Her groin shifted around his hand, now sitting on his fingers he pushed down against the bed and let the tension push his fingers back into her. Excitement dripped down his hand, pooling under his knuckles on the sheets.

“I’m going to let go of your mouth now, you are going to sit here and fuck my fingers and keep eye contact with me. “

He kept his tone flat and calm even when his body was alive with excitement and need. Focusing on his fingers, he directed a bit of his energy to them. His goal was to send a small pulse of electricity into her body, making her core tense around him. As his fingers rocked back and forth, they curled slightly, stroking her upper wall. Searching for that spot that would make her body quake around his digits. His free hand moved to her neck, slowly wrapping around the base of her neck.


Remembering the necklace she had shown him before, he focused on her neck. Their shared mental space shifted, making a manifestation of the necklace to appear around her neck.

“Beautiful.”
 
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