Dream

A head of fire swirls overhead, light radiating down, heat licking flesh. Sweat gleams, bodies entwined, sunkissed flesh riding the pale and prone. Hands grasp her sinfully shaped hips, fingers sinking in against her soft skin.

Gasps, a musical siren song, echoes around. Chewing her lip, the scarlet crowned woman leans back, her hair falling back off from her impossibly perky chest. Her body twists, moving rhythmically, her embracing bringing the edge of climax closer. The world turns, night turning the day, then back again, time a lost concept.

Ecstasy. So close it can be tasted, is denied, but that denial only serves to make the wanted end sweeter.

Soon. Ethan hopes.

Never again. Ethan knows.