The wave passed at least for the moment. He was now in real-time. Her blood was a fire down his throat, building him up.
Brann, this is amazing. The way this feels.
I know. It’s extraordinary. Like gliding.
Here it comes again. I want to come like this with waves picking us up.
She cried out as the dreamglide wind catapulted them, rolling them o
ver, yet keeping them entwined at the same time.
I’m close to coming, Juliet. How about you?
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Juliet held tight to Brann. But she wanted to experience the gust-like sensations in a different way and stretched her arms out to each side.
Brann, go faster. Here comes another gust.
Brannick pistoned into her, going vampire fast. I can feel it, but I can’t hold back anymore.
Me, neither.
When the gust came, they rolled and rolled. The orgasm swept over her just like the wind, flowing through every part of her.
Pleasure peaked, drifted away then with another roll through the dreamglide, peaked higher still.
She cried out in a loud constant cry. In the dreamglide the sound reverberated,
Brann released his hold on her neck, swiped the wounds, then drew back to shout his ecstasy. The wind didn’t stop but kept rolling them over and over.
Juliet opened her eyes within the dreamglide and there in a beautiful panorama were all the times she’d been with him from the beginning. The erotic nature of it combined with the wind, and that Brann continued to drive into her, sent her soaring once more.
She held onto him this time, her body arching with his, slamming against his groin, feeling the push-pull of his beautiful cock as pleasure rose and fell.
Another wind came. He held her gaze in the dreamglide. “Can you come again?” He smiled at her, his green eyes lit with a glow.
“Yes. But it may be the death of me.”
His smile broadened, the one she knew so well from all her dreamgliding time with Brann. She returned his smile and gripped his shoulders. He held her tight.
This time, when the gust came, she leaned up and kissed him as they rolled around and around. They were stationary yet moving, a miracle of the alter life.
He plunged his tongue as he continued to drive into her over and over. She could feel him come this time, his cock pulsing inside her.
Ecstasy took her on yet another ride, only this time, she must have fainted with the joy and pleasure of it.
When she opened her eyes, the dreamglide was gone. She was in bed in Agnes’s small house and looking up at Brann.
His back was arched, his body very still, his eyes closed. His skin glowed with a silvery light as it had in her canal home, and he looked like he was caught in an out-of-body experience.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were still lit up. He glanced down at her, then around the room. “Everything seems so quiet like when a storm passes.”
“It was a storm of wind, yet we were completely safe.”
He began to relax as he lowered himself to his forearms. “So that’s why Roche built an entire business for dreamgliding sex. It was incredible.”
She stared at him, waiting, wondering. Had the dreamglide changed things for him? Prompted any memories?