job.
He had reached a point where the pain in his shoulder was nothing compared to the throbbing of his erection. The heat of Maja’s body was driving him crazy with desire. How could a dream feel so deliciously warm?
“Maja, I need...” As he spoke, he fumbled to undo his jeans with his right hand.
Her eyes widened as she leaned on her elbow. “I have never seen a naked man before.” Her voice was a husky murmur as she watched him free his rock-hard cock from the confines of his briefs. “Can I touch you?”
Not only was his horse-riding apparition a gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde, she was also a virgin. That was another unexplored side to his fantasies he hadn’t anticipated. Reaching out a hand, she stroked it downward in a long, slow movement, tracing the long, thick length of his shaft. Any pang of conscience Adam may have had, any thoughts of discussing the implications of losing her virginity with her even though she was a figment of his imagination...all of those mixed-up thoughts flew out of his head.
He hissed in a breath as her other hand moved inside his clothing to cup the heavy sac between his thighs. Pure sensation ricocheted through him.
“So strong,” she whispered, color staining her cheeks as she drew in a ragged breath. “So much power right here in my hand.”
Adam used his good hand to tug her corset and the chemise beneath it roughly down. Her breasts were creamy and firm, tipped with delicate pink nipples. As his lips moved down her neck, she arched her back, squirming against him. Her hands continued to caress him, driving him into a frenzy. Moving lower, his lips covered her nipple, sucking her as she gasped. Pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. His cock hardened and throbbed with an urgency he had never before experienced.
What was it that made her so different—apart from the fact that she wasn’t real? It was in her response to him. The way she quivered at his touch, her expression when she looked at him and the tiny sounds of appreciation she made. Adam wasn’t a vain man, but he knew he was considered handsome. Cynically, he sometimes wondered if it was him or his bank balance his partners found most attractive. Those doubts didn’t arise with Maja. It was clear she couldn’t get enough of him and that, in turn, increased his own desire to furnace levels. His hand moved lower, finding the heat at the apex of her thighs. This corset hadn’t been designed for a one-armed man to remove with ease. His creativity had deserted him when it came to the costume department. Luckily, Maja herself came to his aid, wriggling out of the offending article until she was lying naked in his arms. And as his fingers skimmed the soft curls between her thighs, the fantasy was back on track.
Maja wound her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her face against his uninjured shoulder as her legs parted to allow access to his probing fingers. She gave a soft moan as his thumb brushed her clit, and the sound was so incredibly erotic that Adam almost came there and then. He slid one finger inside her and she rocked against him, welcoming the intrusion. Adding another finger, he kept up the pressure with his thumb, circling the tiny, hard bud until he felt her shudder as her internal muscles clenched tightly around his fingers.
“Oh!” She tilted her head back, staring at him with a question in her eyes. “What just happened to me?”
He gave a soft laugh. “It’s called an orgasm. Didn’t they teach you that at Valkyrie school?”
The blush deepened further. “We are not taught anything about our bodies, and definitely not about sex. Since it will never happen to us, we have no need to know.”
Although the words struck him as strange, Adam couldn’t wait any longer. His injury meant there was no way he could do this conventionally, or gracefully. Using his good arm to lift Maja across his body so she could straddle him, Adam claimed her lips in a kiss and pulled her down onto his steel-hard cock. Even in the grip of a fantasy a brief, bizarre thought about protection flashed through his mind. He dismissed it. This was his imagination; the responsibilities of reality were not going to derail it.
No matter how much pain or danger he was in, his body was demanding more from this woman than he had ever believed it was possible to crave. Maja gave a little cry as he entered her.
“Is this okay?” A condom might be a detail too far, ensuring his partner’s well-being wasn’t. He was still the same person, even in a dream.
“It feels so good. Pleasure and pain at the same time. We were taught this is wrong...” Her voice was hesitant at first, then, biting her lip, she ground her pelvis against his. “But nothing ever felt so right.”
Running his good hand over the luscious curves of her ass, he released a groan of male exultation. Nothing had ever approached the surging, blistering heat of desire that flamed through him. Would he ever be able to cope with reality again after such an incredible dream?
Stop overthinking. Your body is compensating for the trauma it’s been through. Just enjoy it.
His lips found the hard, pointed tip of a nipple again and drew it into his mouth. Maja’s soft, feminine cries filled the air as her hands moved to his head, holding him tightly to her. As he sucked her sweet flesh—tasted her, branded her—he felt his desire spiral out of control.
Above him, Maja writhed with pleasure, moving in time to his rhythm. Encased in the satin confines of her tight muscles, Adam thrust his pelvis up, and she met his movements with perfect timing. They were both poised on a knife edge, ready to tip over. Adam felt his body tighten and wished he could make the feeling last forever. To keep these wild, searing sensations crashing through him, knowing he would never be able to recapture such perfection.
“God, Maja. I’m not going to last long.” The words were a hoarse groan.
Each movement was like a white-hot surge of ecstasy building, tightening his sac and moving like lightning up his spine. Maja gasped, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him as she panted her way through another orgasm. Pure rapture hit him, firing its way along his nerve endings in a series of ever wilder explosions. Never like this. This was the storybook orgasm to complete his perfect fantasy.
Maja lay very still on top of him, and when he had recovered his breath, Adam smoothed a hand down the length of her hair. “I’m sorry. That was over way too soon.” Was he seriously apologizing to the star of his erotic dream?
She lifted her head, a hint of mischief in her smile. “I might not know much about these things, but I don’t know why you are saying sorry. That was very nice.”
He laughed. “Maja, if I wasn’t injured, and if this wasn’t some sort of crazy delusion, I’d show you that we can do a hell of a lot better than nice.”
The smile disappeared and a frown appeared in its place. “This can’t happen again.”
Since this was going on inside his head, surely he should be the one to make those decisions? Adam was too tired to ask the question out loud. Instead, he drew Maja back into the crook of his uninjured arm and closed his eyes. She felt good there. Warm and comforting. Almost immediately, he felt sleep begin to tug the edges of his consciousness. He needed to rest, but he wondered if slumber would drive away this wonderful, wakeful dream. It was a disappointing thought. He doubted if he would ever again conjure up an image as powerful and realistic as Maja.
Warda was eerily quiet as Maja made her way back to the place where she had left her horse, Magtfuld. Most of the buildings were reduced to mere shells after the bombings, although some still smoldered in the predawn light. Several cars were blazing, and she guessed they would soon join the graveyard of abandoned vehicles that littered the side of the road.
Even in this scene of utter devastation, there were signs of life returning to normal. An old man drove a herd of goats down the center of the street, seemingly not noticing the strangely clad woman who passed the other way. A family huddled in what was left of a bullet-riddled house, pulling blankets around themselves as they watched Maja, who hadn’t used her power of invisibility,