The moist heat of skilled lips surround him bringing him from slumber.
To find his dream come to life. He threads his hands through her hair
bringing her to him setting the motion to his need... his insationable
need. "Who are you?"

"How could give Katherine Bell what was mine?"

"Emily?" Rising to her knees Emily straddles Nikolas pushing back to
the bed. "What are you doing here... how did you get here?"

"I think that you have a more pressing ... issue; Or would you prefer me
to leave the way that I arrived?" Taking Nikolas firmly one hand she
shushs him with a finger across his lips before leaning over and taking
possession of his mouth. Her tongue explores his mouth, the persistent
in and out and teasing with her tongue overing him a prelude of things
to come.

"God Emily, you shouldn't be here." Nikolas groans as Emily pulls back
trailing kisses down his neck... .Nik's head turns to the side revealing
his neck and collar to her. Emily grasps his chin in her hand exposing
and stretching Nikolas's neck for the bite on the side of his neck. A
lover's bite for all to see. Nikolas' blood heats and his breathing
quickens. Grasping her by the shoulders he rolls her to the bottem
positioning himself between her legs.

"Have you got something? I hope you weren't stupid enough to have
unprotected sex with that gold digging cow." Emily snarls; her fingers
dig into Nikolas's shoulders scoring them.

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolas distractly reaches into the bedside table and
pulls out and enduro condom. Ripping into the package he quickly
sheaths himself and returns to Emily. "We can still stop..." Nikolas
pants fulfilling his final obligation as a gentleman.

"Baby, When I'm done with you, you'll be the one crying enough." Emily
rises to meet Nikolas. He presses against her seeking entry and sheaths
himself again this time in warm flesh that contracts around him bringing
a groan and a momentary lose of balance. Nik throws out an arm to catch
himself. Reaching for her hands he entwines his fingers with hers
holding her arms down over her head. Gripping his hands Emily
counterbalances Nikolas's thrusts that begin leisurely and grow
stronger, harder and deeper as passion overtakes him. Emily wraps her
long legs around him drawing him closer her breathing shaky as climax
nears. With a final groan, Nikolas collapses falling to the side of
Emily. His eyes close. Gawd if this is a dream don't let me wake.
Don't ever let me wake. Emily rises and going to the adjoining bathroom
gets a wet warm washcloth begins to wash her new lover disposing of the
spent evidence of their intercourse.

"Are you calling enough already?" She teases next to his ear. "Because
I have so much more that I can to for you... or to you."

Nikolas gathers her close. "Why didn't I know?" He gives his hands
free reign of her body sliding down between her legs. Combing his
fingers through her pubic hair he reaches between the folds to rub
against her clit. Her pelvis presses against his hand as her breath
catches.

"Because you're stupid. Why I persist in falling for stupid blind boys
I have no idea. This is your last chance, Nikolas. Treat me right
because I'm the best you are ever going to get... I'll come to you in
your dreams. Baby, I am your wet dream." Emily gasps as first one
finger and then two enter her channel. Sounds deep in her throat urge
Nikolas on. Closing her eyes Emily is lost in the sensation all
rational thought fleeing. Nikolas revels in her expression, in her
reaction, each gasp pulsing through him urging him on. Her juices flow
over his hand as she climaxes again against him. The scent of her on
him brings him to pulsing life. He brings his hand to his face drawing
the in the smell of her, tasting her on his hands.

Emily rouses herself to straddle Nikolas. Reaching over to the bedside
table she takes another condom from the box. Tearing the foil open she
rolls the condom onto Nikolas' arousal running her hand over his pulsing
flesh ensuring that the protection is in place. Then taking her place
over him impales herself upon him. Taking him deep within her she
revels in the sensation. Nikolas places his hands on her hips and rocks
forward drawing her even deeper. Emily knocks his hands free of her.
Taking his hands in hers she mutters beneath her breath. "No. This one
is for me. All for me. You owe this to me." With slow strokes Emily
raises and falls upon Nikolas withdrawing and then plunging upon him.
Her pace frustrates him as he strains to be patient and not pull her to
him. Sweat beads on his forehead and his breathing strains as Emily
continues to tease and torment him. Emily pauses and contracting the
muscles within her draws a gasp from her lover. "Don't. Don't move.
You move and I'll stop... leave you here hard as a rock with only your
hand for company."

"Emily... you can't....." The veins on Nikolas being to rise with the
strain of holding still. Fighting every urge passed back through the
generations to grab her to him and to thrust into her Nikolas clings to
his civilized veneer even as he strains for completion.

"I can keep you up all night long, Nikolas. Hard and blue you'll beg,
beg me to drain you dry." She whispers in his ear nipping at his
earlobe. He flinches a shudder running through him. Emily smiles at
the sensation of him jerking within her and squeezes against him again
drawing another groan. "Beg me baby or we'll be here all night."

Civilization tears away with a growl as he reverses their positions and
pounds into her. Emily smiles in triumph before giving as good as she
gets. Nikolas sags against her his breathing jagged and uneven.
"Enough." He rolls onto his side his arm dragging her to him.

"Sleep baby. You've had a hard night. Sleep." Emily croons as his
breathing deepens. As exhaustion overtakes him Emily rises from the bed
as the sun begins to rise and dawn breaks.

Waking Nikolas stretches. His hand reaches out but nothing is there.
No one is there. The other side of the bed is cold. He sits up in bed,
was it all a dream? Could Emily have been there? Looking around he
sees the undisturbed room, the tangled sheets. A chill passes through
him from the open window. Putting his head in his hands he thinks that
it was a dream. How could he have thought of Emily that way... sweet
Emily. Rising from the bed with a sigh he goes into the bathroom to
relieve himself and begin his morning abulations. Looking in the mirror
he prepares to shave unable to meet his own gaze in the mirror. As he
starts to apply shaving lotion to his neck he notices the purpling
bruise at the base of his neck. Pressing against the love bite needing
the pain to verify his eyes he hardens again as memories of his "dream"
come to him. "It wasn't enough... not nearly enough but you'll find
that out, Emily."

The End (for now.)