But she was too tired, too worn-down, and too sleepy for me to drag any of those fantasies out into the light. Instead, I dipped into the collection of sweet and relatively innocent things that I longed to do to her just as fervently.
“If I could touch you, my precious darling, I’d crawl right under the covers with you. I’d gather you to my chest and whisper sweet, soothing things in your ear while you peacefully drift asleep in my arms. I’d make you forget all your worries and fears.” With no effort at all, the words were lining up into lyrics, and the melody was already forming on my tongue too:
“I’d keep you close, and in my arms,
no harm would ever find you.”
What was it about this woman that made my heart sing and my mind conjure music so effortlessly after a century of silence?
“And that’s it?” The mischievous note in her voice made me pause.
Maren squinted at me from under a wavy blonde lock of hair draped over her forehead.
“Would we just cuddle then?” she inquired with a flash of heat in her gaze that spiked my attention.
My best intentions blew away in a twister, taking all those innocent images with them. There was nothing innocent in the way I stared at her now with my cock steadily rising from the floor.
“You’re tired...” I reminded us both.
I had no business fantasizing about lifting her thighs onto my shoulders and bringing her sweet cunt to my mouth. Not when the cut on her forehead was still healing as were many more cuts on her body that she was hiding under the blanket from me.
I swallowed hard, salivating at the mere thought of savoring her taste.
“I’m afraid to sleep,” she confessed somberly, and her words gutted me.
The monsters might be gone for now, but the nightmares they left behind could last forever.
“What can I do to help you?” I asked.
A timid smile returned to her face. “Tell me what else you would do to me once you’d get under my covers?”
I grinned in response. “Do you really want to know all the lewd filth that resides in my head? I have to warn you, sweetheart, every fantasy I’ve had since I first laid my eyes on you involved you and you alone.”
Her eyelids hooded, she slid a gaze down my body, pausing it on my cock. It bobbed up even higher, clearly an eager whore for her attention.
“Lewd filthsounds wonderful right now,” she muttered. “I’d so much rather imagine your hands and your mouth on me, instead of...”
She shuddered, drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders. And I understood. I suddenly understood perfectly well what she needed, as if those were my own fears and my own desires.
I leaned back on my arms, dragging a slow, exploring stare down her covered body. Sensing the change in the air between us, she cleared her throat and shifted under her blanket, as if unable to hold still in anticipation.
“If I could touch you right now,” I said, my voice dropping at least by an octave, “we’d becuddling, with your back to my front and my arms around you. But of course, the naughty little vixen that you are, you’d wiggle your perfect, round bottom, pressing it to my cock that, I shall warn you, I have no control over.”
As if to prove that point, my unruly member got even harder, bumping against my lower abdomen.
“And of course, you’d be already hard,” she chimed in. “Just like you are now.”
A smile sprang to her lips. And gods, how much I loved to see it.
“Of course. Hard like a rock or...glass.” I slapped the floor beneath me.
She darted a cautious glance down to the cargo hold below, then up to the deck above us.
“No one can see you as long as you stay in bed,” I assured her, pointing at the embroidered canopy over her bed.
“But what if someone sees you?”
If I ever possessed any shyness about my nudity, I’d long lost it all while parading in nothing but my skin for the past century.
