Duet in Blood by J. P. Bowie Read Free Book Online

radiated from him as he clung to me.
    As much as I longed to waken him, to fulfil him and myself, I had to be content—not ungratefully—with the sensations of his body now pressed to mine, as his dream raised him to ecstatic heights. Just as in his dream, his legs encircled my torso. I eased my hips forward so that I could enter him, slowly at first, then as his arms tightened about me, with a steady, rhythmic stroke. He moaned softly in his sleep, his lips searching for a kiss.
    Gladly, I lifted his face to mine, letting our lips meet in a kiss that was sweet, yet filled with a hungry passion.
    My thoughts meshed with his, and I felt that I was truly a part of his dream. It was as if I was witnessing the two of us making love. It made me feel somewhat of a voyeur, and only helped to increase my lust and desire for him.
    The vision of his slim, sleek body pressed to mine was enough to inflame me with an even greater lust. Our earlier lovemaking had been thrilling, but this was something that even I had not experienced before. Micah was taking me to places within myself that no other mortal man had. Half in and half out of his dream, my mind sought to understand just what it was I found so entrancing about him, so desirous of his acceptance of me…so quickly in love.
    But then physical need overwhelmed me. The carnal pleasure his body gave me swept away all my questions, and all that was left was the desire, and the need, to bring him as much pleasure as he brought me. In his dream, he kissed me with an ever increasing passion, his body cleaving to mine in the throes of his ecstasy. In the physical world, his mouth was on mine, our arms were wrapped tightly about one other, and I could feel his hard cock pulse against my torso. And just as in his dream, we came together, his hot semen coating our flesh, mine filling him once more, wrenched from me in great spasms that left me shuddering, and completely spent.
    I would swear that in all my long life I’d never had an orgasm of such intensity. As Micah murmured softly in his sleep, I kissed his sweet lips and stroked his burnished hair from his damp brow. I wondered if he would remember this dream when he awakened.
    DUET IN BLOOD
    J.P. Bowie
    35
     

     
    Micah
     
    I awoke from a sexy, dream-filled sleep and stretched like a contented cat. The evening and early hours of the morning had been more that I could have ever imagined. God, but it had been fantastic—he was fantastic. In my whole life, I had never been able to go for it so many times. I felt as if I was becoming insatiable, just not getting enough of him—but boy, he’d been up for it every time, too! Plus, I’d dreamed of him making love to me—what a fantastic dream! It had seemed so real.
    I rolled onto my side and put my arm around his chest, snuggling close to him as he slept. I kissed the nape of his neck, stroked his chest and hard stomach, willing him to wake up and make love to me again. Talk about insatiable.
    Then some instinct made me glance at my watch. Shit…almost eight. I’d have to move it if I wasn’t going to be late opening the store. Damn…where were my clothes? I peered into the darkness of the room, stumbling from the bed and cracking my shin on a corner table.
    “Ow!”
    Joseph stirred and sat up. “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah, but I gotta go. I’ll be late for work.”
    “It’s Sunday.”
    “I work Sundays. It’s so dark in here…”
    “Sorry.” Joseph flicked on the bedside lamp. “Just, please, don’t open the drapes.”
    “I need to find my clothes.”
    “Wait, I’ll get up.” Joseph rose and strode into the living area, turning on another lamp.
    “It’ll be light outside,” I said, heading for the window.
    “I said, do not open the drapes!”
    His voice was like a thunderclap. My hand froze in the act of doing what he clearly did not want me to do. I turned and gaped at him. He was glaring at me, his beautiful grey eyes now turned hard as shot