She tossed and turned most of the night
thinking about the dreams. Finally, close to dawn she fell asleep.
I had been wandering around in the desert for
hours, when I thought that I saw an oasis before me. My water skin went dry
hours ago and I suspected that it was just another mirage. This is how I’m
going to die, lost in the desert at the mercy of the late day sun. Such a
pitiful way for a Marine to die. I resigned myself to my fate and continued to walk
to the mirage.
Suddenly, I felt his presence behind me.
Logic insisted it was wishful thinking, but, I knew he was real and that he
would protect me. He always had. I turned and shaded my eyes against the sun as
I watched him. All his skin was covered save his eyes by his flowing black
robes, he was riding a magnificent black stallion. I waited for him to ride up
to me then with total trust I raised my arms and was pulled into the saddle
without him stopping. He continued to ride in the direction of the oasis,
which, much to my surprise, was real. There was even a tent sent up beside the
oasis. Somehow, I knew that he had planned all of this. He brought the stallion
to a stop next to the tent and effortlessly dismounted. Without moving his eyes
from mine, he reached his strong arms to my waist and as if I weighed nothing
lifted me from the horse. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and
let myself enjoy the sensations washing over me as my body slid it’s way down
his until my feet met the desert sands.
I almost moaned in protest when he pulled his
body away from mine as he took my hands into his and led me into the tent. I
finally broke eye contact to look around the sumptuous tent. There was a
beautiful hand made rug covering the entire floor of the tent. Covering most of
the rug was a pile of silken pillows in a variety of jewel tones. Even in the
shaded tent, I could see the rich ruby red pillows mixed with the sapphires and
emerald ones also. While I was looking around the tent and sumptuous
appointments, I did not see him reach for a water skin and a soft cloth. I
turned to him when I heard the water sloshing, my thirst suddenly remembered.
He had removed the scarf from the lower
portion of his face and I recognized his strong chin and firm lips. I could
tell that he had been looking at my dress, he must have liked it because he
couldn't disguise the longing on his face. My eyes fell to the water skin and
he only offered me sips of the water and I knew, as thirsty as I was, to not gulp
it. Finally, he took the water away from me and poured some on the cloth. With
exquisite tenderness, he washed the dirt and sweat from my face, kissing each
new patch of clean skin. But, he did not kiss my lips. As he cleaned my ear, he
took the lobe into his mouth, gently nibbling it with his teeth and lips as I
moaned and eased my head to the side to give him better access. He ran the
cloth down my neck until my clothes stopped his hand. He pulled back and
switched to the other side of my neck, but this time, his fingers darted under
the neckline of my shirt. My eyes jumped to his and I saw the undisguised
desire there.
I took one tiny step closer to him and I saw
the corner of his mouth twitch with happiness. He took me into his arms and
kissed me on the lips. I could tell that he didn’t want to rush this and I was
willing to let him set the pace for right now at least. I almost jumped for joy
when I felt his fingers reach for the zipper on my dress. He slowly pulled it
down letting his thumb trail down my back. Even in the desert heat I could feel
the goose bumps rising on my back. He slowly trailed his fingers up the same
path causing me to arch my back in delight. When he reached my shoulders, he
reluctantly broke the kiss as he pulled the dress down my arms, finally baring
me to his beautiful eyes for the first time. My dress slipped unheeded to a
puddle of cobalt silk to the floor.
He seemed to be a bit surprised by the
matching set of blue lace bra, panties and garter belt that I was wearing. I
was surprised a bit myself. It wasn’t something I would normally wear but I
figured that no one would ever know about it so what could it hurt. He ran his
index fingers from the top of my shoulders along the very edge of the bra
toward the valley between my breasts. He feathered his fingers along the bottom
edge of the bra to move closer to the clasp in the back, lightly tickling me in
the process. With one deft move he unhooked the bra and then he eased it off my
shoulders. He stepped back to look at me and I noticed that he was still fully
clothed, just his face and hands visible. I wondered at this but lost my train
of thought as he led me over to the pillows and eased me down on them. The silk
felt deliciously cool against my still hot skin. He stretched out beside me and
pulled me into his arms. For a moment, I was content to snuggle up to his chest
and listen to his heartbeat. Almost as if he sensed I wanted to continue our
earlier play, he ran his free hand down my hip, then gently pushed me so I was
lying on my back. He leaned over top of me and kissed me again. My eyes
fluttered shut as his tongue sought out mine. Someone moaned in pleasure as our
tongues dueled with each other for control. I could feel his substantial
erection against my hip and I was just beginning to think that I had stolen
control when his hand slipped underneath the edge my damp panties. I knew then
that I was lost.
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