"Beautiful" he coos as he pulls her up from her dreams into his arms. She felt the silk of her slip glide down her bare leg as he removed it for her.Still dazed from tirednes the sharp stinging behind her eyes, forced her to hurridley blink back those tears threatning to leak out.'Beautiful' she repeats in her head, suddenly remembering something from her past like a dream from last week 'what this can't be him, he can't be here can he?' The heat that was resting on her knee from his big worn hands slowly slides up to the fleshy part of her exposed thigh, where it resigns. Goosebumps sprout on her legs and lower back, but not the happy kind the kind that haunts.He unoticeably inches closer to her till he can feel her shaky breath, warm, against his chiseld face. He shoots one hand up and brushes a stray strand of her golden locks off her forehead, she stifens, he smiles; she's nervous. She didn't notice at first, but he's so close to her now his honey breathe wafts up into her nostrils, the scent is intoxicating.

He can see in her eyes she's hooked moving slightly so as not to break her concentration he whispers delicately in her pale ear, "My last night to show you I love you, I waited to long to do this." Electricity spikes up her spine, as she feels air tickling her ear and form words she can't quite decipher. Yet they're powerful enough to break the intoxicating trance which had formed in her eyes, and to respike those goosebumps, with a spark of paralyzing electricity. He quickly rests his hand in the small of her back while she's momentarily distracted by his whispered words. Her response to this was delayed; slightly she teeters, and he sensed she was anxious, and knew not what to do with herself. He smiles to himself again, finally deciding exactly what to do.

A gasp is inches from escaping her slightly parted lips as he unexpectadly lifts her and lays her softly onto her bed. Her heart is beating a mile a minute, she's never felt so exposed in her life. It excites her. He is grinning leaning over her. She feels the soft face of the cotton sheets, so warm against her skin stone cold; so inviting these sheets. The soft heat of the bed blankets her from the inside out. The room blurs and goes black as she calmly lets her eyes close. His chance. She feels the sudden rush of cool air greet her mid section as he guides her out of her nightgown. Goosebumps result from the sudden change in tempurature on her naked skin. The contrast of warm bed and cool air sooths her she's just so relaxed. "ooh" this time she let's the sound escape. She's too relaxed to notice, the tiredness creeping back in, as his hands trail down to the only piece of clothing left on her body.

He snakes himself down on her and rests his lips on her neck. The same electricity she felt before revived her and a tingling sensation she's never quite felt before brings her back to life. His lips move lower to brush her collar bone, and her chest stifens she's not used to this. He slides his lips lower and lower and gently braises the tip of her hardened nipples, and then the curve of her breast, her eyes fly open, and she starts to shake as the electricity shoots up to her unclean place. Her breathe is sucked right out of her as his lips land right there. Her open lips form sounds which she does not make, as something she's never felt overcomes her body something like electricity mixed with numbing happiness. She seems to have no control over her conscious mind, it's like reality does not exist. The soft warm cotten inviting her into the bed, mixed with the goosebumps which cover completely her legs and abdomen almost overcome by the spaces down her front where her skin discolored and puckered from lack of lips on skin. Then of course there is the feeling of never ending euphora coming from between her legs. Her mouth seems to have a mind of its own, along with her hands pushing ever slightly on the top of his head. She wonders with a feeling of satisfaction if this is what they mean by intamacy.

"Wake her up" a harsh voice commands from nowhere. And suddenly her eyes blink open and she is aware of the bright sun peeking throught the shutters. She tiredly perches herself up on her elbows which have less control than they should. A slight nudge to her side and she see's the small frame of her maid "Miss, are you awake, it's your big day. Your mother sent me to wake you, she has your dress ironed, and you have a meeting with the priest at 1 o clock, John is so very excited about today he really fancies you, but well of course you already know."  "Thankyou, do you mind giving me a moment to wake up and then we shall get dressed." she hears her own voice say. "Why of course miss." Relief follows as the tiny maid shuts the door a little lightly and she willingly drops back down onto the pillows. She looks down under the blanket to see her naked body staring blatently back at her, and between her legs a feeling of dulled stimulation. Her head starts to swim with realistic images, too realistic. 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream, just a dream' she reasons beilevably to herself. But was it?

looongg&noott pretty but deff worth the read