of control.
“Just come here, sweetheart.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her shoulders slumped, and she collapsed on the bed. Within seconds Jason’s warm arms took hold of her as he pulled her up into his chest, rocking her back and forth.
She was mumbling something about having to get out of a box.
“You’re safe. I got you, Kiley. There’s no box. You’re free.”
Free!
She lost herself in his warmth, his massive hands rubbing her back to life as he held her and sang to her, his voice lilting. The vibration from his chest seeped into her own until she melted. Melding into his powerful arms, she needed his strength, and felt soothed by his rhythmic whisper-song.
She jerked back to life, her arms seeking him as he continued his chant and the rocking motion forward and back, like she was a tiny ship on a very big ocean. Her fingers touched the smoothness of his skin, pressing into him. Her arms slipped up and around his neck. She floated up into the direction of his voice, her lips desperate to feel the taste of his song.
“Jason!” she gasped.
“Shhh. Shhh. You’re safe. Can you hear me, Kiley? You’re here right now with me, and you’re safe.”
“Yes. Love me, Jason. Please make it go away.”
“I’m right here, sweetheart.”
Their lips collided with need. His fingers worked up the back of her spine, into her hair. His lips caressed her neck, her ear. The more he kissed her the more she felt his fire, his passion.
“You’re okay, Kiley. Everything’s fine.”
“Love me, Jason. Please, love me.”
He moaned, holding her so tight she thought perhaps she wouldn’t be able to breathe again. Those soft words brought her back to life as his flesh made her body tingle with desire. She was beneath his massive form, her arms at the sides, fingers entangled in fingers, her inner thigh rubbing against his hip, needing him with a burning she’d not felt before.
He inhaled, crouching above her, not pressing into her body, but angling over her. His face down, he leaned closer until he covered her mouth. His tongue sought refuge inside her while his cock pressed, finding the glory trail that led inside her. Inch by slow inch, she felt the power of his pulsing cock, rooting out all doubt and cancelling all her worries.
There was freedom in the way he played her like an instrument, letting her body soar. She grew wings. She drew light from him, her hands touching his patterns and loving the stories there without even knowing what they were. His deep guttural moans sang of welcome satisfaction when he began their descent. He held her shaking body, whispering things she didn’t understand until her breathing settled, and she glowed from the feel of his flesh pressing into hers.
He covered them with the bedsheet, still inside her, and commanded her to go back to sleep.
Light from the morning covered her face and chest. She was alone in the bed. She smelled coffee. Opening her eyes, she saw a dark form sitting in the corner of the room, not making a sound. Afraid at first, before she saw him raise a mug to his lips and drink.
She wondered what he was thinking. Was there a dark cloud hanging over his head? Had she ruined her welcome?
“Ready for coffee?” he asked softly.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes and repositioning her hair. “Yes. That would be wonderful.”
His naked form, a combination of oversized muscle mass and tiny waist, was just as beautiful to watch from behind as it was to see him come back. His careful hands cupped hers and placed the mug there so it wouldn’t tip. He took up a seat next to her. His face stayed close while she drank her first sips. He brushed the hair from her face and studied her, concern creasing his forehead.
“Do you wake up like that a lot?” he asked.
“Just started happening again. I don’t remember where I was but it felt so real. No idea what triggered it. I’ve always been afraid of getting trapped under water or buried alive. It’s a dream I used to have when I was a child.”
“Can you remember when it started?”
She smiled, remembering playing all afternoon in the lush backyard of her family home. Her mother would let her play there for hours all alone.
“What’s the smile for?” he asked.
“I used to have this playhouse, it was an old abandoned greenhouse covered in vines at our old house. We’d moved into a new neighborhood, and