Hadley pulled the book from her bookshelf and sat in her favorite reading chair in the corner of her bedroom. She pulled her fleece blanket over her legs and curled up beneath the thick material. With a soft sigh she opened the book and smiled at the physical description of the hero, Alexander Robard.
This was her fifth reading of Love Between the Lines, her all-time favorite Romance title starring her all-time favorite Romance hero, Mr. Robard himself. Not only did his physical description sound like a dream but his character was so down-to-earth, fun, and funny that she wished she, if only for one day, could take the place of the story’s heroine, Peyton, just to spend a few hours with her imaginary dream guy. And most importantly, she wanted just a tiny taste of the sensuous pleasure he'd given to Peyton in the novel. If she had that, she knew that she could die a happy woman.
She closed her eyes, mentally rehearsing her wish again, the one she’d recited to herself at least a hundred times before. If it’s possible, at all possible, please let me find an Alexander Robard to call my own, she thought. Just let me stumble across him anywhere, it really doesn’t matter where.
She opened her eyes again and sank into the comfortable cushions of her chair to read her favorite book again as if for the first time. But as she read, the words began to run together until they became a jumbled black blur. She frowned and blinked several times, wondering if something was wrong with her vision. Panic enveloped her, sending her mind racing as she imagined the worst case scenario. What if she had some rare eye disease that only two other people in the world had. And now three, if you included her.
Then the black ink blots began to thin, expand, and stretch across the page before forming a wave-like pattern. The wave began to oscillate, creating a steady, hypnotizing up and down motion before a single stream of light shot from one end. Then another light, then another until the entire book was filled with blinding white light. Hadley gasped and threw the book onto the floor.
Her chest heaved as she watched the blinding bright light emitting from the pages and then suddenly an inexplicable gust of wind came out of nowhere, slamming the book closed.
Hadley spun around to face the deep voice she heard behind her left shoulder. And she inhaled sharply when her eyes met the owner of the voice. There was no mistaking who it was. Alexander Robard. It was obvious, from the hazel eyes to the olive complexion to the chiseled jaw and finally the signature dark whisp of hair that brushed over his right brow.
Hadley was speechless. How was this possible? She never actually expected her wish to come true, it was just a fun idea. At most, she'd hoped to come across a mediocre substitute in real life. But to have the real thing live and in the flesh was truly a fantasy. Was he really in the flesh though or was this some kind of cruel mirage?
Hadley dared to reach out and touch his shirtless chest. The skin of his pecs felt satiny smooth, exactly as she’d imagined when she’d stared at them on the book’s cover more times than she could count.
Realizing she was still groping him much longer than she’d planned, she pulled her hand away.
Alexander flashed her a pearly white smile and took her hand to bring it back to his chest. He flattened her hand against him and when the sensitive flesh at the center of her palm ran across his erect nipples, her shoulders shook with a visible shudder.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it, Hadley?”
She gave a slow nod, unable to pull her gaze away from his mesmerizing hazel eyes. They were as spellbinding as the author had described. In fact, his entire face was enough to take her breath away.
He extended his hand and Hadley hesitantly reached out to take it, the flutters overtaking her stomach as she looked back up into his enchanting eyes. Alexander bent over to kiss the top of her hand, and her eyes closed as she relished in the sweetness of it.
But then, the sudden feel of heat at her side and the crackling sound of fire, made her eyes shoot open. She looked over to the source of the heat at the fire beside her. She then lifted her eyes to survey her surroundings. They were outside, in the woods, and behind the fire was a large gray tent.
Hadley’s eyes widened and her head whipped back around to look back into Alexander’s handsome face. The campfire scene!
The campfire scene had to be her absolute favorite scene from Love Between the Lines. Was he? Was he going to re-create it here? With her?
Her heart raced as he took her hand again and led her closer to the fire. He waited for her to sit first and then sat beside her. “You’re cold,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and running his hand up and down her cool flesh. “Let me warm you.” He pulled her body in closer to his.
Yes, he was going to re-create it. Hadley knew this scene like the back of her hand. Next, Alexander placed a finger under Peyton’s chin and guided her face to his...
She gasped as he proceeded to do just that and her body felt boneless when his lips met hers. Luckily for her, though, he was now holding her tightly in his embrace as his tongue joined in a lazy, languid dance with her own. The soft crackling of the fire beside them, and the warmth from both the fire and Alexander’s body, coupled with his tender kiss felt better than any dream her brain could ever create. The taste of him and his woodsy, purely male scent engaged her senses in a way no dream world ever could.
She felt her body easing back down onto the ground beneath them and his body over hers. Positioned between her parted legs, he continued to kiss and lick her lips as if he too craved her taste as much as she did his. Alexander’s hips moved, grinding against her, as the evidence of his attraction poked at her sex.
She could feel the dampening between her thighs, and pulled her mouth away in an attempt to catch her breath. She was overwhelmed with emotions, feelings, and sensations she’d never before felt all at once, and she wasn’t sure if she could actually handle all that she’d asked for.
She opened her eyes to find Alexander watching her. He caressed her face. “I’ll go slow,” he said, as if he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. And a wave of relief washed over her as he bent down to plant another gentle kiss on her lips.
His touch was light as his hands moved down to circle her nipples through her shirt. Hadley swallowed and let her eyes drift closed again as she let his slow movements carry her away into what was now beginning to definitely feel like a dream. When she felt the warm wetness of his mouth seep through the fabric of her shirt and onto her breast as he suckled her through her clothing she squirmed under him, feeling the uncontrollable spasms of her pussy in response to the erotic sensation.
Lost in her daze, she wasn’t exactly sure when or just how he’d done it, but he’d relieved her of her shirt and pants in record time. She watched as he stood before her to remove his own clothing and marveled at the night shadows cast from the fire flickering against his magnificent frame. She stared in awe at his perfectly carved, strong body and her breath caught as he moved back toward her and he enveloped her body with his own.
Flesh against flesh, their bodies molded and melded together as they once again shared gentle kisses. Alexander reached down between them and moved her leg outward, giving himself more access to her hot, dewy center.
His fingers penetrated her first, moving in and out of her. But soon, they were followed by the velvety hardness of his cock’s head against her entrance. He slid in, gliding slowly and deliberately inside her slick canal, inch by inch and then pulled out. As he entered her again, he leaned down to find her lips, his kiss even deeper and more passionate now than before. The speed of his stroke increased as his kiss grew hungrier.
Hadley’s arms snaked up beneath his arms and her hands rose to grip his shoulders as his kisses moved over to her neck. The kisses became sucking and as he pulled at the sensitive flesh, she cried out in ecstasy, her body moving in time with his.
She felt her pussy spasm and jolt when he lowered his mouth to suck at her breasts. Lost in the feel of it all, her arms fell out on the ground at her sides, the dirt and rocks scraping at her elbows. But she hardly felt it when the pleasure Alexander gave her was more than enough to override the pain.
He rose up again to whisper in her ear, “I want you to come for me, Hadley.” Hadley whimpered and nodded as he pulled from her and lowered himself between her legs. His lips and tongue were searing against the delicate folds of her pussy as he feasted on her. Hadley’s screams echoed through the night air as his licks became more insistent and determined. Hadley’s legs closed around his ears as her body shook violently with the most intense orgasm of her life. So many emotions surged through her that she didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. Or maybe even both at the same time. All she knew was that it felt as if she’d just released everything within her with her climax.
Hadley’s body still shook when he lifted up again onto his knees and wrapped one of her legs around his hip. He entered her, impaling her pussy again with his rod, and gave long, deep penetrating strokes that seemed to electrify her entire body. Her nerve endings awakened again and buzzed with excitement as his body merged and moved with hers. She fell into the mesmerizing waves of his movement again and felt her body moving toward another climax. And as her body closed in on another climactic peak, she felt his body stiffen and his strokes become harder and faster until they both reached orgasm together.
They lay in each others’ arms as their breathing and heart rates returned to normal. Alexander moved close until his warm breath was against her ear as he panted out. Then he said, “Thank you, Hadley.”
Hadley closed her eyes and smiled, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.
She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but when she awoke, she was back in her armchair and still nestled beneath her blanket. It was all a dream, she realized, pouting at the realization. But it had all felt so real. She could even still feel him now, and taste him, and smell him.
Hadley fingered the open page underneath her hand and wistfully tried to recall every detail of the vivid dream so that she could store it forever in her mind. But then, dark scrawled writing on the page caught her attention.
What? she thought, as she brought the page closer to decipher the handwriting.
It read, Thank you, Hadley. And with the page closer to her face she noticed something within the seams. She reached out to touch it and the granules stuck to her fingertip. It was the dirt from the campsite. And what was that smell? Hadley brought the book close to her nose and sniffed. Alexander’s smell. She smiled knowingly as a tear ran down her cheek. It wasn’t a dream.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.