A different kind of dream (2)

Laughing at his antics, she leapt up and tackled the big black beast, flinging her arms around his fluffy neck. The wolf let out a surprised yelp, but let himself be pushed to the ground. They rolled over a few times amongst the tall grass and flowers.

When they came to a stop a pair of strong arms came up to circle her waist, and she caught the distinctive scent of fresh pine. The wolf had dissapeared and beneath her lay a man with the same brilliant green eyes as the wolf, framed by dark lashes and a pair of perfectly shaped eyebrows. The top half of his hair, which was the excact same shade of black as the wolf's fur, was tied up in a knot, and the rest of the long tresses spilled aroung his shoulders and mixed with the silver-white strands of her own hair.

Letting one hand rest on his wide, muscled chest, she reached the other hand down to gently stroke his cheek. Her heart was filled with such adoration and love that she tought it might burst, and she saw the same feelings mirrored in his eyes as he looked up at her.

The man flashed her a naughty smile, which very reminiscent of the wolf's grin. Then, without warning, he pounced. She was pushed suddenly onto her back, and his lips came crashing down on hers. His arms was still tightly wrapped around her, and she could feel how his muscles tightened at he pulled her closer.

Suddenly feeling a strong desire to touch those muscles with her bare finger, she rolled them over and pushed him back a bit, then grabbed the neckline of his tunic and tore it apart, revealing those chiseled muscles previously hidden beneath the cloth. She trailed her fingers and hot kisses over his firm abdomen, and moved slowly up the muscled chest.

Her mouth reached the nape of his neck, and she placed wet kisses up the side of the neck and along his jawline. With a low growl, the man's arms came up to snake around her waist again, and pulled her on top of him and hugged her so close that it was as if their bodies were welded together.

Their lips crushed together in a furious dance. His hands stroked over her shoulders, lower back and came to rest on her butt, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped and moaned, and responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to her.

Their movements became from frantic as wanton desire and lust took over. Their limbs were twisted together like a tangled knot, hugging, rubbing and kissing eachother frantically, even as they tried to removed each other's clothes.

One of his hands somehow managed squeeze itself between their writhing bodies, and moved up over her bare abdomen to give one of her breasts a firm squeeze. She moaned in delighted pleasure and, wanting to reciprocate, she reached her hand down to grab his-

Emma's eyes flew open, as she sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly wide awake. She felt out of breath, hot and bothered, but this time it was for very different reasons than the previous nights. The covers were twisted around her, as if she had been writhing in pleasure just like in the dream.

Even though she was alone, Emma had to blush when she remembered flashes of the steamy dream she had just awoken from. She didn't think she could be this... lustful. Lustful to the point of having such a steamy dream!

An image of the black haired man's muscled chest came to the forefront of her mind, making her nether regions tingle. She had to blush again and hid her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Contrary to what many people's expectations, Emma had very little experience with men in that particular department.

Emma wasn't just surprised at the strong lust and desire she had felt for the man in her dream, but also the intense love that had swelled her heart. She couldn't remember have ever felt anything like it in her life. It was ironic and a little bit sad that the only time she had felt such strong emotions was in a dream. And also that the object of her desire had been a shapeshifting wolf-man, which her imagination had clearly invented after her encounter with the big black dog on the mountain. 'I hope I'm not developing some weird fetish,' she mused.