In From the Cold
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by R. W. Shannon
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Fantasy
Description: Finding herself unable to sleep, London decides to put herself to sleep the best way she knows how. During a solo fantasy session, London conjures her ideal man. She is looking for someone tall, dark and handsome. No one is more surprise than she when he actually appears. Daemyon is an incubus, created specifically from her. In order to make him a permanent fixture in her life, she has to fall in love with him. Will London give up her heart and mind to bring her fantasy to life? Will Daemyon be the best holiday gift ever?
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [27 KB]
Reading time: 12-18 min.
It was a cold and dreary night in Baltimore. At three in the morning, London Ivory was tucked into her bed but couldn't sleep. Yawning, she turned onto her back. Counting reindeer didn't help. Neither did the dancing Santas that she conjured in her mind. There were only three more days until Christmas. She had a million things to do tomorrow, including some last minute shopping. Maybe she was too stressed to sleep. An orgasm was a great relaxer, but since she was alone, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.
She turned onto her side and hugged her pillow. Her mind raced. The skin on her arms prickled. Should she? What the hell. London giggled. Twisting onto her back, she opened her eyes. The room was dark, except for a sliver of moonlight that peeked through her closed blinds. Heart pounding, she sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. London shivered as she lay back down. Squeezing her right breast, she stroked her dark nipple with her index finger. The soft peak responded by hardening. It had been ages since she'd masturbated. But, something was missing.
Closing her eyes, she continued to tease the sensitive flesh of her breast. What she needed was someone to fantasize about. London thought about her own appearance. Dark brown hair. Light brown eyes. Smooth caramel complexion. Who would her ideal man be? She loved blue eyes. Maybe pale skin that set them off. Long, dark hair that flowed around the chiseled features of his face. Strong shoulders and a smooth muscular chest, hard abs and thighs. And he was so very naked. Her breath hitched when her fantasy took shape. Sliding her hands under her silk panties, she touched her wet clit and moaned. If only he was really here with her.
Now that her co-star was complete, she needed a location. Her bedroom would do. In her mind, he bent close to her. Wisps of his hair brushed her forehead as he pressed his lips against hers. London reached up to thread her fingers through his soft hair and returned the kiss with one of her own. His scent was sweet and earthly. Whiskers from his cheeks tickled her chin as she hungrily consumed his mouth. Releasing his hair, London caressed his neck and shoulders. Damn. He felt real. His breath was cool on her hot flesh as he tore his mouth from hers to press his lips against her throat.
"Let me help you with that," he said.
Suddenly, the fantasy consumed her. The mattress shifted as he climbed in beside her. Removing her hand from her pussy, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and roughly yanked them off. London gasped. He stroked the smooth skin between her trembling thighs. He brought her hand to his mouth and suckled on her moist fingers. What was his name? She wanted to yell the right moniker when she came.
"Daemyon," he whispered. His baritone voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"What are you?" she asked. Reaching down, she grasped his solid wrist. "It feels like you're really here."
"I can be."
"When?" she asked.
"Soon. But first, we have some business to attend to."
Daemyon curled his left arm under her shoulders, cradling her to his chest. He parted the soft folds of flesh between her legs and touched her clit. When she parted her thighs for him, Daemyon inserted his finger into her wet core. She arched her hips into his touch. Reaching for him, she stroked his hard cock, tracing the network of veins with her fingertips. Was this still a dream? Opening her eyes, she glanced around the dark room of her reality before closing them to go back into her dream world.
"How do I make you real?" she asked.
"Just ask, London, and I am yours."
Daemyon fondled each ridge and valley of her pussy. Her legs trembled. Leaning to her right, she pressed her lips against his shoulder. London let go of his cock to touch his thigh. He flinched when her hand connected with his warm skin. Soon, he relaxed. His breath was ragged against her temple. This must be driving him crazy, she thought.
"I want you in me," she breathed.
He shook his head. "I can't."
Without answering, he swept her mouth with a light kiss. He thrust his finger deep inside her, down to his knuckle. Moaning, she undulated her hips and closed her eyes. Shivering, she climaxed in his arms. The intensity of the orgasm startled her and left her wanting more of him. She opened her eyes to discover she was alone in the room. Her hand was stuffed in the crotch of her panties, not Daemyon's. Where had he gone? London turned on her side and snuggled beneath the comforter. Soon, she was sound asleep as visions of her dream lover danced in her head.