Part Four
Content advisory: m/f intercourse
Sidony’s search for the lover in her dreams comes to an end when he shows up at her door with Jason at his side. They’ve freed her from the curse, but is that the end of Sidony’s journey or just the beginning of a new adventure with Michael by her side?
Cheerful chirruping broke through the dense fog of slumber and pulled Sidony into wakefulness. She blinked the sleep from her tired eyes and grimaced at the tiny brown bird on the windowsill.
Her hand slid out from beneath the blankets but stopped short as the scent of strawberries, vanilla and warm sugar followed the rustle of sheets. Her eyes flew open as memories of the previous night flowed through Sidony’s mind.
Images of two men exploring every inch of her; one dark, the other light, pressed skin to skin as they writhed between the sheets with her as their centre. Moans, gasps and cries of pleasure whispered through her mind as she looked over the empty room. Had it all been a dream? Where were Jason and Michael?
The slight ache between her thighs and the stickiness of her skin negated the possibility of what she remembered being a dream. Okay, she thought. One mystery solved. Now, where are the boys?
Sidony shook her head and decided to take things one at a time. Jason and Michael had come to her room the previous night which meant they were staying someplace nearby. If she was going to go search them out, the first order of business was a shower. Every inch of her was covered in oily residue from the rub down that had started off the evening. Her thighs were sticky with her own juices and her lover’s seed.
Her feet padded quietly across the carpet as Sidony crossed to her en-suite bathroom with a small smile on her lips. Jason and Michael had worked hard to ensure she came as many times as they could manage before they all collapsed to the mattress in an exhausted tangle of limbs.
Steam curled out from around the bathroom door and stopped Sidony in her tracks. Her head tilted to the side as she watched more steam billow towards her and heard the soft shush of the shower beyond the heavy wood of the bathroom door.
Fingertips pressed to the wood and pushed the door inward to reveal the dark silhouette of a man in her shower.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. I was beginning to wonder when you’d rejoin the land of the living.”
Sidony’s eyes riveted on the shadows moving behind the curtain as he feet carried her forward. Her hand pulled aside the curtain to reveal Michael in all his naked, soapy glory.
“You’re here. Really here.”
Her eyes traveled up from Michael’s sudsy toes and took note of every detail -- the athletic bulge of muscles in his calves, the thickness of his thighs and the smooth curve of the ass her nails had dug into several times during the night. The entire length of Michael’s back, from his narrow waist to the wide set of his shoulders, proudly displayed the thick grooves Sidony had left behind in moments of passion.
Michael turned, smiled and offered his hand. “I am. Care to join me, love? I know how much goo was on my skin this morning. I can only imagine how sticky and greasy you must be after the two of us were finished with you.”
“Sure, but – where’s Jason?”
“He had someplace else to be this morning.”
One dark eyebrow rose in question at Michael’s admission. Sidony stepped inside the shower and traded places with him under the rush of warm water. Her gaze meandered down the front of him in appreciation.
When compared to Jason’s golden, surfer boy looks, Michael was the perfected epitome of tall, dark and brooding. A light dusting of hair covered his chest and tapered down below his navel. From there on, it turned into a profusion of curls around the semi-erect length of his cock.
Sidony tore her gaze away from Michael’s groin and looked back up into the sapphire blue of his eyes. What she found there, despite the hours they’d spent savoring each other in every position imaginable, was barely banked desire.
“Oh,” she gasped.
Michael chuckled softly and moved closer. His fingers buried themselves in Sidony’s hair and lifted it to the water.
“Let’s get you cleaned up
,
” he whispered in her ear and nipped at the tender flesh of the lobe. “I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.”
,
” he whispered in her ear and nipped at the tender flesh of the lobe. “I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.”
The warm water from the shower was no match for the heat of Michael’s breath on her skin as he took over the task of getting her clean. Strong fingers worked Sidony’s hair into a lather while his lips explored the curve of her neck and her kiss swollen lips.
Each brush of their bodies, the firm press of Michael’s erection against Sidony’s belly, brought back memories of previous explorations. Sidony’s hands rested on Michael’s firm chest, her fingers splayed over the dark dusting of hair.
Inch by delicious inch her hands slid down until one wrapped around the hard length of Michael’s erection and the other cupped the heavy heat of his sack. His hips rocked forward and Sidony smiled as a gasp slipped from between Michael’s lips.
“Feels good, huh? Just wait,” she chuckled seductively and lowered to her knees. “It’s about to get a whole lot better.”
Her tongue licked up the length of Michael’s cock as the shower rained down. The salty, slightly soapy, taste of his skin filled Sidony’s mouth as she sucked Michael down until the tip of his shaft bumped the back of her throat . His fingers tightened in her hair as she increased the suction with the slow pull back up to the tip before swallowing him back down again.
“Sidony—I … shit. That feels amazing.”
A soft, appreciative hum started in Sidony’s throat as she worked her mouth up and down Michael’s cock. Her left hand worked the delicate contents of his sack and rolled them between her fingers. The nails of her right hand dug into the rounded flesh of his ass as her own desire built up the fire that raged in her veins.
Michael’s breathing grew more shallow and ragged with each pull of her mouth and sweep of her tongue. His fingers twitched in Sidony’s hair and the frantic push of Michael’s hips against her mouth warned her that he was close to the edge.
With one last swirl of her tongue over the purple tip of Michael’s erection, Sidony plunged back down the length of it. Her mouth worked his turgid flesh hard and fast until he held her tight against his groin and shouted as his body convulsed against hers. Michael cried out and Sidony’s thick, salty reward poured down the back of her throat.
Sidony swallowed down every last drop and gave the tip of Michael’s shaft one last lick before releasing him. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him as she licked her lips.
“Remind me,” he panted and closed his eyes for a moment. “Remind me to thank Jason later?”
“What for?”
Michael laughed softly and leaned back against the warm tiles. “For leaving me here alone with you and that magical mouth. That was, without a doubt, the best blow job – ever.”
He crooked a finger at her and Sidony rose from the floor. She stepped in closer and leaned against the front of him.
“I’ve had a century to practice. I’d like to think I achieved perfection.”
“You have.” Michael brushed a wet curl behind her ear and smiled at Sidony. “Let’s finish getting you cleaned up. There are things I want to do to you that we didn’t last night. I want to taste you without another man’s smell on your skin.”
“Michael--” Sidony’s words were cut off as Michael put a finger against her lips and silenced her. He reached for the bar of soap and began lathering it between his palms.
“Shush. I owe you this, and much more. I’ll explain tomorrow. For today, let me love you?”
Sidony nodded. Michael’s hands worked the soap over her skin while her eyes searched his face for an explanation. Unsure what she was looking for, Sidony let it go as the gentle caress of Michael’s hands on her skin pulled her attention elsewhere.
By the time Michael deemed her clean enough, Sidony shuddered from head to toe with need for him. His fingers had touched on every part of her that both men had kissed, licked, sucked, bitten and thrust into before they’d fallen asleep as the sun rose over the horizon.
The water cut off and a thick, fluffy towel wrapped around her. Michael patted her dry and lifted Sidony into his powerful arms. Her head rested on his shoulder as he walked them back out to the bedroom and laid her down on the freshly made bed.
Michael joined her on the thick coverlet and pulled apart the edges of the towel that enveloped her. His mouth lowered to ensnare the tip of her left breast and pull it between his lips.
She writhed beneath him as the contrast between the heat of Michael’s mouth and the cool brush of his hair against her skin drove her senses haywire. Parts of her wanted to arch into him and pull him closer while others wanted to escape the chilly caress.
The decision was made for her when he slid a hand up the inside of Sidony’s thigh and cupped her core. Any though of shying away from Michael disappeared as she tilted her hips forward and begged for him to touch more.
Pleasure and pain speared through her as Michael sank two fingers into her channel and bit down on the underside of her breast. His tongue and fingers flickered simultaneously until the pleasure overrode the pain and turned Sidony into a moaning, writing mass beneath him.
Her hands dug into Michael’s hair, the thick strands wrapped around her fingers and she held him close as the tide of ecstasy grew to fever pitch. Soft moans turned to a low keening as the muscles in her legs began to quiver. Sidony gripped Michael between her thighs and ground against his hand with increasing fervor.
“Michael, please!”
He gave one final pull on her breast and licked the wound shut before covering Sidony’s lips with his in a torrid, blood-tinged kiss. Michael’s tongue plunged into Sidony’s mouth in time with the thrust of his fingers and the flick of his thumb over the swollen nub of her clit.
“Come for me, Sidony. Just once before I taste you.”
Sidony arched off the mattress, her toes curling into the blanket as every muscle in her body tensed. She teetered on the edge of bliss but the final push that would drop her into oblivion refused to come. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at the man who had promised freedom from the curse that had kept her from orgasmic release.
“Michael? What… I can’t?”
Come back on March 20th, 2011 for Part 5 of The Erotic Adventures of Sidony Tassen.
Copyright © 2011 Danielle Gavan
Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
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