The dream was back. The girl in the red coat. The grungy market street. Pursuit.

Only this time it was different. The marketers were inside, the rain keeping them away. She kept looking back at him. He almost lost her down an alleyway. Thunder rang out in the sky, and the flash of lightning revealed her form. She took that convoluted path to the inn, attempting to reach her room. He caught up to her on the stairs, gripping her arm. She stumbled back, bracing herself against the wall.

His mouth crushed against hers and after a moment her eyes fluttered closed, opening her mouth to him. He took the opportunity, opening up all his senses, tasting her with his entire being. He pushed at her coat and she slid it off obligingly, keeping it in one hand. He pulled her legs around him, holding her up with her soft thighs around his waist, walking her up the stairs to her room.

Locking the door behind them, he pressed her against it, devouring her neck with his starving kisses. She leaned her head back, allowing him to slide her mysteriously unbuttoned silk blouse off her shoulders. It fell to the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

When they finally reached the bed and fell upon it, they had left behind everything but their pants and, in her case, a bra. He kneeled back and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them off. Her underwear was a scrap of lace barely big enough to hide her from his view. Seeing that lace stretched over her hips and concealing that sweetest part of her almost undid him. He pulled her up to kneel, legs spread, on his tense thighs. He rested his face between her breasts and reached behind to undo her bra. It fell away and her breasts were revealed to him. He took his time, teasing the skin, running his tongue lightly over the pink flesh of her nipples, nuzzling them as they hardened. Boldly, he put his mouth over her nipple and drew it into her mouth, suckling like a baby. Her hips rocked forward against him and he lost his breath.

“Yes,” he grated against her raised nipple. He flattened his hand over her lower back and held her in place as he rubbed his erection against her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“Yes.” She panted. “Yes.” She was open for him, ready for him. “Please….” She rested her forehead against his, their lips brushing together, mingling their breath. “Please.” She panted against his temple.

“What do you want me to do?” He demanded roughly against her tantalizingly bare shoulder, rubbing himself against the junction of her legs.

“That. Again. Please…” Her words were disjointed, aching with need.

His hands slid down her behind, sliding underneath her underwear to caress her in that most intimate place. She gasped, a light sound so heavy with meaning. He slid his fingers over her, back and forth, darting inside, withdrawing, bringing her heat to the surface. He pulled an arm up, around her waist, laying her down on the bed.

He couldn’t help it, his mouth was on hers and his fingers pushed aside the bit of lace keeping her from him, and he absorbed her cries with his tongue, his fingers caressing inside and around. She was sobbing inarticulate ecstasy against his lips.

Her hands spread over his back and slid to his butt, edging underneath his belt and his pants to touch his bare skin.

He jerked against her, his belly grinding against that place between her widespread legs. She clenched her thighs on his hips, prolonging that delicious slide against that hot, sensitive place. His lips laid claim to hers, tasting her. She slid her fingers around, one hand slipping underneath his pants, the other one unfastening his belt. He sucked his breath in and growled something against her neck, shifting his weight on top of her. With one arm he gripped her wrist and pulled it out of his pants, pulling off his belt and tossing it aside. She gripped his buttons and pulled.

“Your jeans,” She gasped.

“What about them?” he mumbled at her neck, his mouth and tongue making love to her skin, his fingers tangled in her hair.

“I want them off.”

“Only if the lace comes off.” His hand slid to her hip, his fingers just toying with the skin just underneath the edge of the miniscule garment.

She slid her fingers underneath the edge and with a wiggle and a kick, she was naked in his arms. She pulled at the waistband of his jeans again. “Now.” Breathlessly, she kissed him.

He worked the buttons loose, undoing the zipper, sliding the pants down. He was bare underneath, and he made hot noises into her neck as she curled her fingers around his manhood.

He pushed her back against the pillows, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her sprawled against the rich sheets, before he leaned down and took her mouth again. One hand guided him to her before he pushed inside, just a little.

Her eyes widened as she felt him just inside her. He slid his hands up her arms and pressed his hands against hers, aligning their fingers. “This might hurt a lot. Those from different levels aren’t supposed to…”

Before he finished his statement, she took his mouth, kissing him fiercely. He pushed inside slowly, with little thrusts meant to minimize stress. He felt her tears on his face, heard the sobs, and brought his arms around her shoulders. She slid her hands to his back, flattening her hands over his shoulder blades. He stopped pushing for a moment. She gripped his hips with her legs and pulled him in deeper.

He panted, resting his forehead against hers again. “Don’t make me….”

“Then don’t stop.” She gasped as he pushed in even deeper on a heavy groan. “Yes. YES.” Her head rolled back and she was lost as he thrust and withdrew.

Her cries filled his ears, each one more arousing than the last. Her body around him was so tight it was all he could do to keep pushing. His breath was ragged, the pleasure stealing his senses. He crushed her mouth with his, thrusting hard and deep. She had her eyes closed, lifting her legs, growing wetter for him. She crossed her ankles behind him, pulling him in closer, tighter to her body.

He made a sound so deep that she could only feel it reverberating through her and started a deep, pounding rhythm, increasing his speed. She arched into him with each thrust, moving toward a goal she could not define. He reached between them and rubbed the skin stretched tight around him, bringing her to orgasm. Her scream was like the sweetest song to him, the sound driving him far over the edge.