Very Much Alive

strong, thick glass. There wasn't a light source; the walls themselves seemed to be glowing.

'What's going on?” she asked. Beau was close beside her. The tube wasn't that wide, but there was enough room for them to stand and move around a little bit.

'Beats me.'

There was a noise, something like a vent opening, and a rush of air. She felt something warm whoosh over her skin and breathed in a smell that seemed familiar somehow. Appealing, exciting.

Heat flushed through her body. But it wasn't like any heat she'd ever felt before—not like the warmth from sunshine, or an open fire. It came from deep inside her and radiated from her center into her limbs, making her fingers tingle, her breasts feel heavy, her belly melting, sending a pure sizzling lightning bolt between her legs.

'Oh my,” she gasped.

She heard a deep growly sound from next to her and realized it was Beau. She felt Beau like a magnet beside her. She could hear his breathing, hear his heart, feel him warm and big and alive beside her, and she suddenly felt more hungry than she'd ever been in her life.

But not hungry for food. Hungry for him. For Beau.

She turned to look at him and God, he looked good. Tall and strong and handsome. There was a dark light in his blue eyes.

He looked as ravenous as she was.

His tongue moistened his lips and her gaze stuck on his mouth. His lips were full, his tongue pink and wet, and there was nothing in the world she wanted to do more than to kiss him.

She had to kiss him. She didn't care if he was a stranger, or that she didn't know where they were. She licked her own lips and imagined tasting him there already. It was maddening, tempting, irresistible.

She stepped forward and he met her halfway, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against his hard body. When their mouths met it sent another shock down her spine, and she actually felt her crotch dampen, felt the lips of her sex swell inside her underwear.

She would have blushed if it didn't feel so wonderful. Her nipples were hard and rubbed against him through the layers of silk she wore, begging for his touch.

His lips were soft and warm, and right away they opened, coaxing hers open too. His tongue traced her lips and dipped inside her mouth, filling her with his masculine taste, and Cassie knew that this wasn't all she wanted.

She wanted him. All of him. Inside her. His hands on her naked skin, his—his penis. Inside her vagina.

This time, she did blush.

'What's happening?” she whispered, between kisses. Normally she wouldn't talk and kiss at the same time. But she didn't seem to be able to stop, even to find out what was going on. His mouth was too delicious and his body too exciting.

'I don't know,” he murmured back to her. His voice vibrated against her chest where she was pressed against him, and his facial hair tickled her chin. “But I like it.'

Should she like it, too? She couldn't be sure; her body's demands were too strong. She couldn't stop to think. She didn't want to. She groaned and pressed herself against him still closer, sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting on his lower lip. She grabbed the front of his leather jacket and pulled him to her as hard as she could, arching her body up into his.

She heard Beau moan and then she felt his hands pushing at her robe, then on her breasts through her nightgown. His fingers tweaked her nipples and she cried out, unprepared for the sensations that zinged the entire length of her body.

'Dang,” he muttered roughly and with a single, swift movement he grasped the neck of her nightie and ripped it open to her waist.

'What are you—” She barely had time to gasp half the question before his lips were at her breast, sucking her nipple deep into his hot mouth, his hand clamped around her.

'Oh!” she squealed as pleasure bolted through her. She looked down and saw the top of Beau's head, his shiny, long hair. She could see his mouth on her, feel the rasp of his beard against her sensitive skin.

His hand was dark against the creamy skin of her breast. The sight of his lips on her and the feeling of his tongue and teeth urgently suckling her, were incredibly erotic.

And I just met him five minutes ago, she thought.

'This dream is amazing,” she gasped.

'It is,” Beau breathed, and he moved to her other breast. This time she could feel the air cooling her wet left nipple as he attacked her right one, and it was as if he was licking both of them at once.

She'd never known it would be so exquisite. But it wasn't enough. Cassandra's hands itched to touch Beau. She had a sudden flash of imagining what it would be like to hold his hot, hard rod in the palm of her hand.

She knew what a penis looked like, of course. She'd seen pictures and movies and read descriptions; this was the twenty-first century, after all.

But she'd never before imagined the feeling of one so much that she could actually feel it, hot and throbbing and alive in her hand. There would be hair at the base of it. Would it be coarse, like the hair between her own legs, or would it be soft and silky, like the hair on Beau's head? She let her hand drop to the top of his head and tangled her fingers in the strands.

She pulled him up to kiss her again and this time she was the one who thrust her tongue inside his mouth, her whose hands were fumbling with his clothes. She tried to undo his belt buckle but the angle was unfamiliar, and she tugged without any result.

'Let me do it,” Beau mumbled, and he took one of his hands away from her breasts, the other one still squeezing her. With a deft movement he unfastened his jeans and kicked them and his boxers down his legs, and his cock leapt into her hand.

Even with all her anticipation she was unprepared for how he felt: his length, his girth, his hardness and the softness of his skin. Beau groaned and pushed his penis into the tunnel of her palm. She squeezed him experimentally.

'Darlin', that feels so good.” He pushed against her, and she stroked him. She should stop, look down, experience this moment fully. She shouldn't rush this. She—she shouldn't be doing this in the first place.

He was so big. So strange, so new.

She wanted him inside her. Penetrating her. Fucking her.

Another melting wave of lust shot through her. Cassandra raised her leg and wrapped it around his hip.

His firm thigh rubbed against her pussy through her underwear and she nearly cried out in pleasure. Who knew this would be so amazing?

'Jesus, Cassie,” he growled into her ear. He grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed her up against the wall of the tube. She barely had time to gasp with shock and desire before he'd torn off her underwear like he'd torn her nightgown and she felt the hot head of his dick between her legs, probing at her entrance.

'Please,” she whimpered. “Now. F—fuck me.'

This was some dream. There was no way on Earth she would say those words aloud in real life. Or that she would dig her nails into a man's ass, driving him forward, into her.

With an inarticulate cry Beau thrust forward, plunging his cock into her up to the hilt.

Pain blossomed inside her and she screamed, surprised and shocked and thrilled. Even as she panted in a breath the pain had turned to pure, burning pleasure.

And yet Beau had stopped. She turned wide eyes to his face and saw him, jaw clenched, sweat sheening his face with the effort of his restraint.

'Are you all right?” he gritted.

'More,” she answered him.

'I don't want to—'

She clenched her legs around him. And other muscles, inner muscles she'd never felt before.

'I want you to,” she said.

He let out a strangled groan and began pumping into her wildly. Every thrust rubbed her even hotter. She could hear the wet sound of him sliding in and out of her. The desperate sound of them kissing each other. The tube was full of a scent she'd never smelled before, something musky and enticing, the smell of sex.