Jason's POV
Megan sprang up in bed, shaking the bed and jolting me out of sleep. I helped her sit up and placed my arm over her back, giving her a gentle stroke. I could feel the uneven skin beneath the shirt, and it gave me a cold.
How are you, Sweetheart? Are you alright? Due to sleep, my voice was lower than normal when I inquired. I rubbed my eyes and wiped the sleep from my eyes so I could see her more clearly.
"Yeah, I'm fine, yeah," I could hear the salt in her voice and smell the tears in her voice.
I said, wiping her tears away with my thumb, "You don't seem fine." Did you experience a nightmare?
She shrugged and tucked her head against my chest, blocking my view of her. My wolf was upset because we were unable to help her while she was in a desperate situation. She had a little hiccup, which made me grin and kiss the top of her head. She gave me a childlike feeling.
So why are you sobbing, I ask? I questioned, brushing her hair behind her ear so I could see her face, if only partially.
Actually, it was a nice dream.
"How good was it if I made you cry?" I sputtered as I ran my fingertips over her exposed flesh.
Why? "Because it wasn't real." She rubbed her cheeks and eyes as she spoke. I'm sobbing because I wanted it to be true but I know that's not possible.
I attempted to soothe her as much as I could by bringing her closer. "Could you perhaps explain what was going on? Of course, you are not required to. Everything is up to you.
"No." She turned to face me after shaking her head and standing up. No, it's all right.
Are you certain? I queried. "You don't have to if it bothers you," she said.
I'll tell you, it's all right. My mother was in my dream, or at least I believe it was my mother. She expressed to me her pride and how much she missed me.
"Megan." I sighed and rubbed her cheeks as she began to cry.
"I just wished it were real, that she was actually speaking with me."
I told her that "maybe she was."
"Are you sure you believe that?" She questioned, casting a wide, hopeful gaze my way."I do, of course. With my hands on her cheeks, I murmured. She likely realized that you miss her just as much as she misses you. Most likely the Moon Goddess allowed her to spend time with you.
I said, "Thank you." She replied as I wiped the last of the moisture off her cheeks. Although she had red eyes and somewhat puffy cheeks, the sliver of moonlight beaming down on her gave her an ethereal appearance.
I could taste the salt that was covering up the underlying sweetness of her skin as I ran my lips over her face. I eventually inserted them into her lips after tracing every aspect of her face, from the tip of her nose to her forehead and chin.
They had a salty flavor, but it just made me desire and want her more. I wanted to show her everything—how she is everything to me—by tasting and feeling her.
When she extended her lips to me and my tongue touched hers, I let out a little growl. I leaned over her and gently urged her to progressively recline back until her back was resting on the bed. My hands went along roads they had already gone. Her skin and lips, as well as her hair, were all tender to the touch. My broad hands easily encircled her tiny waist, which caused her to mutter a low groan.
My hands moved to his hair and gently tugged at it while his lips touched the delicate spots on my neck, causing me to scream inconveniently loudly as they made their mark. After releasing his hair, my fingers descended but paused when they touched his exposed flesh.
It's OK. Against my lips, he murmured. He took my hands in his, uncurled them, and placed my palms flat on his. His skin was warmer than mine, and the sensation of his strong muscles made me feel something. He began gently moving them downward and stopped when he got to his lower abdominal muscles.
Please feel free to contact me. You should touch me, please. My face and body started to heat up as he predicted. Heat crept into my lower tummy, a sensation I had never experienced before, and I moved uneasily.
His hands let go of mine before climbing back up to my hair and yanking it in directions that would better position my head for his sultry but seductive attack on my lips and neck. It took a few seconds for my own hands to start moving again. They slowly took in the image of the imposing guy who was lying over us. My fingers delved into his chest's lines and planes as I took in everything about this guy. They respected his position of authority but also how approachable and kind he could be toward us. Following the 'v' shape of his hips, they extended all the way from his neck to the elastic band of his underwear and even threatened to go lower.
His lips did not play it safe, but his hands did. They were nearly deemed aggressive since they were dictating the motions and overpowering my own, but I didn't care. I was taking in every angle and touch of his tongue on my skin and within my mouth that they were making.
But despite all the pleasure I was feeling from his acts, I kept wanting more. I yearned for his touch and to feel his large, powerful hands on my body. I yearned to feel his hot, calloused fingertips tracing my flesh the same way he touched mine.
I wrapped my little hands around his and slowly stopped the motion. He withdrew from his lips with a confused expression on his face, his pupils wide.
"What's wrong?" you ask. My stomach began to turn even more as a result of his low, stern voice.
I guided him in the same manner he did to me until his hands were hidden inside my shirt by bringing them down from my face. The sensation of his fingertips on my stomach's delicate skin almost made me scream.
Are you certain? He inquires after realizing what I intended him to accomplish.
I nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I'm sure."