Siren's Seduction

-- -- His Naughty Dream-- --

He stirs beneath the sheets, consciousness slowly returning,
But the visions don't fade, they burn brighter, more vivid.
He can feel her warmth, her soft skin against his own,
As if she's really there, not just a figment of his imagination.

He can hear her breath quicken, her heart racing with desire,
The sound so real he strains to see if she's beside him.
He can see the hunger in her eyes, the need for him that drives her wild,
But her face remains just out of focus, blurred at the edges.

Flashes of memory jolt through his mind:
That night in Paris, rain drumming on the windowpanes,
Her lips tasted of red wine and desire, soft and insistent.
Peeling away her damp clothes, the scent of her perfume, musky and intoxicating,
Enveloped him as her fingers raked down his back.
But the scenes keep shifting, never quite solid.

He imagines the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against his.
He can almost smell her sweet scent, feel her hands running over his skin,
Pulling him closer, deeper into her.
Yet he senses something isn't quite right about this...

Her fingers trail down his chest, nails lightly scraping,
Igniting a fire that burns through his core.
He inhales the floral notes of her perfume, intoxicating,
As she presses her curves against his hardened form.

He feels the heat of her mouth on his neck, sucking,
Marking him as her own with each searing kiss.
Her hands roam lower, stoking the flames,
Until he's delirious with want, craving her bliss.

He pulls her flush against him, letting her feel his need,
His body's honest reaction to her tantalizing tease.
She grinds against him with a wicked grin,
"You're so easy," she whispers on a breathy sigh that never fails to please.

Her words ignite him further, stoking his primal hunger,
As she continues her delicious torment.
Rolling her hips in a slow, sinuous rhythm,
She has him straining, aching for her sweet torment.

"Tell me what you want," she demands, lips brushing his ear.
He groans, struggling for coherent thought.
"You know what I want...I want you."
She chuckles, dark and sultry, "You'll have to beg for it."

He's more than willing to play her game,
If it means having his wicked way with her at last.
Trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, he pleads shamelessly,
"Please...I need to be inside you. I'm going mad with lust."

She rewards his desperation with a searing kiss,
Devouring his mouth in a clash of teeth and tongues.
Then suddenly she pulls away with a teasing smile,
Leaving him breathless, aching, his need unsung.

"So needy," she taunts, "Is this what you crave?"
Slowly, torturously, she begins unbuttoning her blouse.
He can only nod dumbly, mesmerized by each new inch of skin revealed,
His arousal now an insistent, throbbing pulse.

Button by button, the fabric parts to unveil her treasures,
The swell of her breasts spilling over lace, begging to be freed.
She watches him watching her through heavy-lidded eyes,
A smirk playing on her lips at the raging hunger she sees.

Finally, the blouse slips from her shoulders in a whisper of silk,
Baring her to his devouring gaze at last.
His breath catches at the exquisite sight before him,
Creamy flesh beckoning him to worship with his mouth.

"Like what you see?" she purrs, arching her back.
He can only groan, rendered incoherent by lust.
Reaching behind her, she unhooks her bra with agonizing slowness,
Until her perfect globes are exposed in all their glory.

The rosy peaks strain towards him, as if seeking his touch,
But she remains maddeningly just out of reach.
"Tell me how much you want this," she commands silkily,
"Beg me for it, and maybe I'll be generous."

His throat is suddenly dry as he drinks in her splendor,
Those ripe, full breasts mere inches from his hungry gaze.
He longs to take one rosy peak into his mouth,
To swirl his tongue around the tender nub and taste her desire.

"Please..." he rasps, voice thick with need, "Let me worship you."
She arches one delicate brow, a challenge in her eyes.
"You'll have to convince me you deserve such an honor."

He bites back a groan as she trails one fingertip
Along the swell of her breast, just barely grazing the skin.
Down, down it drifts in torturous slow-motion,
Leaving a blazing trail of want in its wake.

When she reaches the juncture of her thighs, she parts them shamelessly,
Putting her molten core on full display.
The glistening proof of her arousal seems to beckon him.

"This is what you crave, isn't it?" she taunts silkily.
He can only nod, mouth watering, rendered speechless.
"Use your words," she chides, "Convince me."

"God yes..." he growls at last, fists clenching in the sheets.
"More than anything, I want to taste your sweetness on my tongue."
Her lips curve in a slow, wicked smile of approval.
"Well then...I suppose you've earned your reward."

With a seductive smile, she beckons him closer,
Parting her thighs in a shameless invitation.
He needs no further urging, crawling up the bed towards her,
Entranced by the glistening petals waiting to be devoured.

He settles between her legs, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal,
Musky and intoxicating, driving him wild with hunger.
When his lips finally brush against her molten core,
She arches off the bed with a guttural moan.

"Yes...oh god yes..." she keens, fisting her hands in his hair.
He laps at her greedily, savoring her tangy essence,
Swirling his tongue around her aching bud in firm circles.
Her cries grow louder, more urgent, egging him on.

He feasts on her like a starving man, relentless,
Alternating between broad strokes and laser-focused attention.
Her thighs begin to tremble around his shoulders,
As she teeters closer and closer to the edge.

"Don't stop...please don't stop..." she babbles deliriously.
As if he could deny her anything in this state.
He increases the pressure, sucking her swollen pearl between his lips,
Flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

With a guttural scream, she shatters around him,
Her release coating his chin in her sweet nectar.
He laps it up greedily, savoring every drop,
Wringing out her pleasure until she collapses back in a boneless heap.

Dazed and panting, she gazes up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"My god...that was..." Words seem to fail her for once.
He smirks, feeling rather pleased with himself,
Until she grabs his shoulders and rolls them in one fluid motion.

Straddling his hips, she pins his wrists over his head.
"My turn," she purrs, raking her nails down his chest.
As she shifts her hips, taking him inside her velvet depths,
He can only groan, powerless against this intoxicating new dream.

She starts slowly, rolling her hips in a languid grind,
Savoring the delicious friction as she takes him deeper.
His back arches involuntarily as she clenches around him,
Exquisite muscles milking his aching length.

"You like that, don't you?" she taunts breathlessly.
He can only nod dumbly, utterly at her mercy.
Releasing his wrists, she braces her hands on his chest,
Using the leverage to increase the pace.

Each downward plunge steals the air from his lungs,
Her slick heat consuming him, driving him towards madness.
He fists the sheets, struggling not to completely unravel,
As she rides him hard and fast, chasing her own release.

Her cries grow louder, more guttural and primal,
Echoing through the room in a feral symphony.
He's mesmerized by the bounce of her perfect breasts,
The sheen of sweat glistening on her skin in the low light.

"That's it...oh god...yes..." she keens, head thrown back.
He can feel her beginning to flutter around him,
Those velvet walls fluttering and clenching sporadically.
She's close, so tantalizingly close to shattering apart.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he sits up to meet her,
Capturing one dusky peak between his lips.
She shrieks at the new angle, the new depth,
Her nails scoring his back as she clings to him.

With a guttural cry, she detonates in his arms,
Her release milking him in hot, pulsing waves.
He has just enough presence of mind to roll them,
Pinning her beneath him as he surges into her.

Now it's his turn to set the punishing pace,
Driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
She's reduced to a whimpering, overstimulated mess,
Clinging to him as if he's the only thing anchoring her to earth.

"You feel so good..." he growls against the slick column of her throat.
"So tight...so perfect..." Each filthy murmur seems to make her shudder.
He angles his hips, hitting that sublime spot deep inside,
Until she's keening mindlessly with each thrust.

Her hands scrabble at his back, seeking purchase,
Nails leaving stinging trails in their wake.
But the delicious sting only spurs him onward,
Losing himself in the primal rhythm of their joining.

He pictures her arching her back, her nails digging into his flesh
As she reaches the peak of ecstasy.
He can hear her moans growing louder, more urgent,
As she surrenders herself completely to him.

Her cries of pleasure spur him onward, relentless,
Driving them both towards sweet oblivion.
He worships every inch of her trembling body,
Savoring her gasps, her whimpers, her breathless abandon.

She's writhing beneath him like a woman possessed,
Hips bucking wildly as she chases her high.
He pins her down, increasing the friction,
Determined to make this moment last an eternity.

"Look at me," he rasps against the swell of her breast.
Her eyes flutter open, dark pools of molten desire.
He holds her gaze as he thrusts into her molten depths,
Watching her come utterly undone around him.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of rapture,
Back arching impossibly as the crest finally crashes over her.
He feels her inner walls fluttering madly, milking him,
Drawing him inexorably towards his own shattering peak.

With a feral growl, he lets himself go at last,
Emptying himself into her with a few erratic thrusts.
She clings to him as the tremors wrack them both,
Whispering fervent endearments against his sweat-slicked skin.

They remain joined in that sacred union for endless moments,
Caught in the throes of a pleasure so intense, so all-consuming.
Until finally, the tremors begin to ebb and subside,
Leaving them utterly spent, deliciously sated.

He rolls to his side, cradling her against his chest,
Pressing dazed kisses to her hair, her brow, her parted lips.
She gazes up at him with eyes still glazed with bliss,
A soft, sated smile playing about her mouth.

"My god..." she breathes, trailing off once more.
He only smiles, already etching this moment into his memory...

He can only groan, powerless against this intoxicating new dream.

She's incoherent now, babbling his name like a prayer,
Clinging to him as if he's all that anchors her to earth.
He feels her inner muscles pulsing, fluttering around him,
As wave after wave of release washes over her.

Each spasm sends exquisite tremors through his own body,
Pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
But he holds back, determined to prolong this,
To make her pleasure crest again and again.

He adjusts his angle, stroking into her velvet depths,
Hitting that sweet spot that makes her back arch impossibly.
She keens loudly, nails scoring his back,
As a fresh paroxysm of bliss seizes her.

"That's it, baby," he growls against her neck, "Let it all go."
She shudders violently, overwhelmed by sensation,
Held suspended in rapture until the tremors subside,
Leaving her a boneless, whimpering mass in his arms.

He holds her tight through the storm, letting it crash over them,
Prolonging her high for as long as he can.
Until finally, she collapses against him, spent,
A blissful smile playing across her lips.

"God, you're amazing," she murmurs, eyelids heavy.
He brushes the damp hair from her flushed face,
Drinking in her beauty in this moment of pure rapture,
Etching every detail into his memory to cherish always.

Just like that morning after Venice, tangled in rumpled sheets,
Her hair a riot of chestnut waves across the pillow.
The faint scent of their lovemaking still hung in the air, musky and sweet,
As she looked at him through hooded lids, lips swollen from his kisses.
"I'll never get enough of you," she purred.
But her voice seems to echo, grow faint and distorted.

He dreams of exploring every inch of her,
Of discovering every secret she holds.
He wants to make her his, to possess her completely,
To show her the depths of pleasure he can bring her.
Yet he can't shake the feeling that something is amiss...

-- -- In This Dream, No Boundaries -- --

In his dreams, there are no boundaries, no inhibitions.
He can do whatever he wants to her,
Take her to the edge and back again, over and over
Until they both collapse in a state of pure bliss.
Is this all just a dream? The thought nags at him.

-- -- Waking From the Reverie -- --

But as he wakes from his reverie, he knows
That these fantasies will remain just that – fantasies.
He knows that she is not his to possess,
That she is a free spirit who cannot be tamed.

And yet, the memory of his dreams lingers,
The taste of her still on his lips,
The feel of her body still against his.
And he can't help but wonder if, just maybe,
She might be dreaming of him too.