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As I trace my fingers over the curves of her body, I feel a sense of possessiveness wash over me. She is mine, in a way that no other woman has ever been. And yet, at the same time, I know that she is her own person. She can’t be contained or controlled, can’t be made to fit into anyone’s idea of perfection, not even mine. I think that is a big part of what makes her so appealing.
I can’t help but wonder if she feels the same way about me. Does she see something in me that might make her think about giving up her wandering ways and settling down? Or am I just another temporary distraction, a passing fling that will be forgotten as soon as she packs up and hits the road again?
Denise stirs in her sleep, her lips curving up in a small smile, her thighs rubbing together softly, then opening, revealing the perfect, pearly pink triangle of flesh that like the physical gifts of so many women has done to so many men brings me to my knees. I can’t resist leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring the taste of her.
She stirs again, moaning softly, but she doesn’t wake. I kiss her again, this time just below her ear where her jaw meets her throat. She gasps and rubs her thighs together again but stays asleep.
I see her nipples slowly harden as I kiss my way down her throat and her shoulders. When I reach her breasts, I flick my tongue lightly over one nipple, then the other. She twitches each time I do, but I am careful not to wake her. I close my lips over her left nipple and suckle softly. At the same time, I slide my hand in between her legs, gently forcing her thighs apart, just enough that my finger can reach its destination.
She moans and writhes slowly on the bed, but I manage to keep from stimulating her enough to wake her. I want her to sleep as long as possible. I want her to have a beautiful dream and only at the last moment do I want her to awake to begin her day with unbridled, limitless ecstasy.
Just as I am right now. I am enjoying a beautiful dream, but I fear when I wake from it, I will wake to loss and loneliness and not ecstasy.
For now, though, I will dream. I lift my lips from her nipple and slowly open her legs. I gaze tenderly at the softly pulsing lips underneath me, then kiss them deeply, my tongue meeting the throbbing center of her and caressing it as tenderly as a lover.
Chapter Six
Denise
I am having the most beautiful dream.
Curt and I were running through a jungle, leaping through vines and over logs and diving under fallen trees, cutting around rocks, and breathing deeply of the warm, vibrant scents of the life that teems all around us.
Something is different about me, about us. My senses feel more connected to the world around me. My eyes see more clearly, the colors standing out vividly, the forms of the trees and vines standing out in sharp relief. My ears hear the chattering of insects, the singing of birds, the mournful cries of the buffalo, the furtive chittering of rodents, the triumphant roars of predators, the fearful calls of prey, but above all, the deep, powerful, all-encompassing sound of life itself, the sum of its many parts and more than, a living, breathing, growing super-organism that Curt and I are at once a part of and master and mistress of.
I run swiftly, too swiftly. There is no way my body can move me as quickly as it’s moving me now. My eyes see obstacles ahead and my body traverses them effortlessly, as though they are nothing. I see them, and I know that I should be moving more slowly, carefully navigating the dense growth in front of me, but instead, I leap through it, over it, around it with casual ease.
We run for maybe an hour or so before I realize that my arms are moving as fast as my legs. I’m crawling?
No, I’m definitely running. My arms are moving powerfully underneath me, pounding the forest floor and carrying me forward with ease and grace. I look down, and I’m only briefly surprised to see that my arms aren’t arms anymore but paws—large, powerful paws that eat the ground underneath me by yards each stride. My fur shimmers orange and black in the soft light that filters through the trees, and I feel present, vital, alive.
I throw my head back and roar as my senses intensify. Curt roars with me, and I am not surprised at all to turn and see that he, like me, has shed his true form for this powerful form of a wild tiger.
No, not his true form. His human form. If anything, this form, this tiger, is more natural for both of us than the human shells we’re forced to wear in our waking lives.
We run until we reach a clearing, and then we leap joyfully into the air, landing on a soft bed of moss and leaves. The scent of life fills my nostrils, and I turn to Curt, laughing with glee.
He’s not a tiger anymore, and neither am I. We are both human again, our bodies naked and glistening with dew. He smiles at me, then kisses me softly, lapping up the dew from my lips. I shiver as he works his way down my body, lapping up the water that condenses on my skin and sending thrills of ecstasy up and down my spine.
My legs are part of their own accord, and I watch with breathtaking anticipation as he kneels in front of me and brings his mouth to the most sensitive part of me.
His lips meet the soft, pulsing lips in between my thighs, and I am awash with joy.
“Yes, Curt,” I whisper, and my voice seems to come from all around me rather than within me. “Yes, my love.”
He suckles softly, his hands gently kneading my abs as his mouth works busily to drink me, to make me feel pleasure beyond anything possible to describe. I close my eyes but I still see him, hands now pressed on either side of my thighs, tracing soft lines around my labia while his mouth cradles my clitoris and his lips suckle it back and forth over his trembling tongue.
“Oh God, Curt!” I moan, “You’re perfect!”
I’m overwhelmed to the core of my soul with joy, and to hear it coming out of my lips in the form of warm, passionate vocalization is all the more exhilarating.
He brings his hands to press against my stomach, and I open my eyes to find him watching me with a possessive, almost predatory look in his eyes. I shiver with a satisfaction so deep it’s almost frightening. His face is awash with emotion, and I don’t even have to think to realize that he is perfectly happy and perfectly in love with me. Feeling me. Tasting me. Taking me. Making me his.
I cum suddenly, very hard, and without warning. It catches me completely off guard despite the happy thrills running through my body, and it drowns me in a tide of intense white light that becomes the blue sky and the babbling brook and the leaves rustling against each other as the breeze ebbs and flows across the clearing.
Stupid, unnecessary words explode out of me as I climax, and I realize as one can only realize in dreaming that this is everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed, everything that will make me happy for the rest of my days.
"Curt!" I yell, feeling again the power of his name as it shoots straight from my heart into his. "I love you, Curt, I love you!”
