He heard the soft whisper next to his ear and brushed at his cheek, swatting the annoyance away so that he could continue sleeping. It was early, his internal alarm hadn't gone off yet and he was tired. Too much work, too little sleep and no personal life had finally caught up with him and he was due for the crash.
He rolled over, grabbing his pillow and cuddling it close to his chest, groaning quietly as his body relaxed again towards sleep.
It came again, tiny, hesitant but insistent. A murmur in a smoky soft whisper.
A grimace and a sigh and he rolled once more, opening his eyes in the still dark room. He searched it quickly, noting each piece of furniture before realizing he must have been dreaming and settling down again. Sleep took him quickly this time and he followed its dizzy ride through the grayness of slumber and into dreams.
Her hand was soft, fingers long with beautifully shaped nails painted a delicate pink. She caressed his chest, stroking over his smooth skin with a whispered sigh. She pressed her small, slender body against his back, her nipples grazing against his skin with a whisper of their own. The heat of his muscled thighs rested next to her slender ones, drawing her in as she curled herself around him.
He shifted in his sleep, muttering a name from his dreams. "Lydia," he breathed.
She smiled, a quick gamine grin in a piquant face that was more cute than beautiful. Her eyes sparkled in mischievous delight, their blue depths showing her pleasure at being so remembered, even if it was only in dreams.
"Yes, Jack," she murmured, "it's me. It's Lydia."
A brief smile touched his lips and was gone just as quickly. His hand moved, twitching on top of the pillow he held almost as if it were a woman he was caressing. His fingers rasped across the smoothness of cotton, in his dreams becoming the soft living warmth of female flesh. Her flesh. His Lydia's.
She felt his body tense under hers and moved closer, her hand sweeping across his forehead, smoothing skin wrinkled in thought, easing his mind as she wished she could see into his dreams.
The grass was smooth and long under her naked body, the scent rich with earth and things growing. She could hear the ocean beating its presence known in the background as the waves swelled and rolled over the tiny strip of beach in front of the house their parents had rented for the summer.
She was bored. The beach was empty of any of the normal tourists, being too far north to attract the summer going crowds. Her parents had left her alone with her brother today, 20 year old Jack, her senior only by two years. He was a permanent pain, a pest for whenever she tried to get away with anything, even the least minor infraction. He scared away her dates, playing the big brother act to the point that she was still a virgin at 18.
And a frustrated one at that. Her sighs sounded sexy to her own ears as she let the heat of the sun bake her slim naked figure. Her hands roved over her skin, slipping over taut nipples in her smallish but perfectly formed breasts and moaning at the sensation of heat and longing that pulled from her groin.
She was teasing herself, her in this small glade of grass, far enough from the house that her brother couldn't see her. Her hands played and touched, caressed and stroked smooth tan skin but never finding their way between her thighs which were open, the lips of her tight little pussy, swollen with need, wet with want.
Her breath came in gasping pants as she forced herself to wait, knowing it would be oh so much sweeter when she finally touched herself.
The tips of her fingers grazed softly down over the soft inward curve of her waist, tickled across the small slope of her belly, leaving a delicious wake of heated sensation behind. Her breath caught as it approached the swelling of her down covered mound and the she exhaled sharply as her fingers parted the soft wispy curls, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin.
She closed her eyes and let her mind drift as her fingers slipped lower, finding their way into hot, wet sin. Her favorite fantasy caught her, and she moaned as the fingers gently strumming against her enlarged clit became a soft tongue that lapped at her moisture, stabbed at her virginal channel, tickled her feminine lips. In her mind, she looked down at the dark haired man between her thighs, saw him staring back up at her with eyes that were as vivid a blue as the cloudless summer sky overhead.
They crinkled at the corners, those eyes, and she knew he was smiling at her even as he sought to drive her mad with need. He liked that, watching desire flow through her, seeing the need that he brought to her. His fingers pushed gently inside, first one and then another, slowly pumping into her as he worked harder at her soft folds, wanting to push her over the edge.
Lydia cried out softly, her head tipping back, the pleasure she sought so avidly seeming just beyond her reach. Her fingers on one hand tweaked and pulled nipples hardened to find points, the other pulsed into her, creating a rhythm that she answered with the dance of her hips against the grass.
She was so caught in her own fantasy, she didn't hear the rustles of leaves or the shushing of branches brushing against clothing that would have alerted her to another's presence. She didn't see him drop to his knees between her spread thighs, his eyes, such a deep, clear blue so like her own, fixated upon the working of her hand.
When his mouth moved over her thigh, licking a trail upwards, moving her hand in the process, she didn't notice, too lost in the fantasy of the moment. Her fingers tangled in rich, dark hair, her hips arched as she sought to bring him closer as he took his first long taste of her.
His tongue explored her sweetly blossoming folds, his hands gently pushing her thighs further apart. He had problems keeping his eyes from the dark ecstasy he could see upon her face as she moaned and writhed beneath his talented mouth.
Lydia's thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing tightly when he latched onto her distended clit, his tongue lashing it gently, his teeth nipping. Her hips bucked and her fingers dug into the ground beneath her as her body convulsed with the mindless ecstasy she had never known she could feel.
Before her body could settle, before the tingles and surges of aftershocks could end, he slid up her naked body, pinning her under his clothed one. His mouth sought hers, pushing his tongue almost desperately past her soft lips and into the dark passions inside.
Lydia stiffened, realizing for the first time that she wasn't alone. She tried to push his tongue out with her own, instead tangling and rubbing in ways that made a fresh surge of longing flood her thighs. Her hands, that had been fisted and pushing against his chest, spread out, the long slender fingers moving upwards to caress the skin of his nape and into his hair. She moaned into his mouth, her eyes closing on a surge of joyous pleasure as he cupped her breast with one slightly calloused hand, his thumb rubbing across her nipple.
He left her mouth, looking down at the soft, slight globe he held and she opened her eyes to get a first look at the man who was showing her such new excitement.
"Jack?" she asked in confused shock.
He looked up at her, desire tightening his mouth, his eyes dark with it. His skin was flushed with want, his face, all angles and plains, looked harsh with it. "Did you think I didn't know what you did out here, Lydia? I've watched you come here and strip off your swimsuit. I've seen you touch yourself since the first week we got here. You've been driving me nuts with all those little sighs and moans, the way your hips shake when you come. Anyone could walk out here and see you like this. Is that what you wanted? Some horny ass guy coming out here and seeing you acting like a tramp in heat?"
"No, Jack. I... I couldn't do this in the house. Mom and dad would hear." She squirmed under his caressing hand. "Please, Jack, please let me up."
His hand tightened on her breast, his fingers found and rolled one firm tip until it seem to pout and beg for his mouth. She jerked under him and then held still as if afraid he wouldn't stop what he was doing, or maybe that he would stop and she would be left with that aching need still left between her thighs.
"I don't think so, sis. I think that I'm going to give you what you've been asking for." He covered her mouth with his again, allowing his tongue to plunder virgin depths. When he pulled back, her lips followed his, making him laugh. "Take my shirt off of me," he whispered in her ear as his tongue flicked along her earlobe.
Lydia's hands were shaking when she reached for he buttons on the front of his shirt. She fumbled the first one, taking twice as long as she should have to get the small disk through it's hole. But Jack refused to help her, raising himself up just enough for her to reach the buttons. His mouth was busy, his lips caressing the tender skin of her neck, his teeth nipping and then gently biting when she didn't move fast enough to suit him.
He pulled her up as he sat up and straddled her, making her push the shirt off his shoulders then placing her trembling hands on the smooth warm skin of his chest. "Touch me," he ordered, the command ending in a small groan as she slid her warm hands, one still slightly damp from her own juices, across his chest, stopping to exam his flat nipples and making the small tips hard under her flicking nails.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"H... how?" she asked.
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