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hands roamed Gilles' flesh, branding his chest, stomach and
back. A soft, pliant body undulated in his arms as she stroked his cock,
teasing him to madness before he could join her. In his dream, Gilles buried
his face in fragrant, golden locks and sighed her name. The smell of citrus and
lily filled his nose and tugged at his consciousness. His mind became more
alert and the solid feel of the bed beneath him replaced the dream meadow. The
siren of his dreams became quite real as his body reacted to Elise's small,
gentle hands gripping his throbbing cock.
                Stunned and afraid to bring an end to whatever
was happening, Gilles carefully lifted his head and took stock. In the weak
moonlight he could make out a tangled mass of pale locks against his neck,
chest and pillows. Elise was wearing a dressing robe and he assumed a gown
beneath it. His thigh had come to rest across her and pushed the fabric up
revealing a generous view of her legs. Gilles felt the steady rise and fall of
her chest and her breath wafting against his collar bone. If he hadn't been
painfully aroused, it might have been a soothing embrace. Elise seemed to find
it so. Unfortunately, she had her fine, clever hands firmly wrapped around him.
                "Elise." He whispered, incapable of
addressing her correctly. "Elise, darling?" He sought out her ear
with his lips. She smelled divine.
                "Darling, you need to wake up." If she
had any sense of self preservation she would do so quickly and release him.
                "Please, pet. Wake up."
                She moaned, stretched her neck in invitation and
squeezed. Gilles bit his lip and groaned. How had this happened and how was he
going to avoid embarrassing himself or losing control and taking her? He found
Elise's neck with his teeth and bit softly.
                "Wake up, sweetheart. You're going to leave
me no choice but to make love to you." Gilles murmured against her skin.
He slid his hands downward and filled them with the firm flesh of her bottom.
He swore softly, cursing his lack of judgement. That hadn't helped. His furious
erection jerked in her hands and desire almost overwhelmed him. Gilles released
her perfect derrière and sent his hands upwards until they were fisted in her
hair. Cool, silken strands wove about his fingers as he tilted Elise's head
back, bringing her face and lips closer to his. Gilles rested his lips against
hers and whispered her name again. She blinked lazily and moaned. He rubbed his
lips against hers and then his tongue traced between hers. His chin pressed
against hers as he sucked in her lower lip. Elise gasped and he took advantage,
sliding his tongue in to caress hers. Gilles felt her toes curl against the top
of his foot and he pressed deeper. He moaned in approval when her tongue
tentatively danced against his. Reflexively, he thrust within her hands.
                Elise shrieked and pulled her face away from
his.
                "Oh, my God! I don't know what
happened..." She pressed her face against his chest in embarrassment.
"I didn't meant to... I must have fallen asleep."
                "I tried to wake you but you seemed rather
unwilling to do so. I haven't had much luck getting you to let go either."
Gilles hoped he sounded as relaxed and amused as he'd intended because she was
still holding him firmly in her grasp and he was dangerously close to rolling
her onto her back. He cleared his throat. "Elise?"
                "Yes?" Her voice was small and muffled
against him.
                "You should probably release me. Unless
you'd like to take of that robe and whatever else you're wearing."
                "Well..."
                Well? Gilles tensed and waited for her to
decide. He'd expected her to let go and flee, not remain still and ponder the
matter. He was about to take matters into his own hands when Elise