early flight, their goodbye sex would not be as intense as either of them would
like. “Ready to launch?” she whispered,
sinking onto his cock.
her eyes and pictured space. There was
emptiness around the craft with the stars in the distance and the brilliantly
lit blue Earth spinning outside the window.
The light feeling of her body as she rose through
the air… frozen white landscape below her. Essie opened her eyes. Where the hell did that come from? For a moment, her thoughts had wandered to a
place where she was flying outside the shuttle over a surface that resembled
space and the weird flash of flying disappeared when Barry gripped her hips and
increased her momentum. His cock slid up
and down inside her and she felt his climax while he reached for her
breasts. Essie never orgasmed. She
did not bother to fake it, either. It
took a while for her lovers realize she enjoyed sex without the need for
completion. Somehow, it made her almost
hungry and fiercer in battle. The
frustration had resolved itself long ago.
Lips, tongues, fingers, cocks… it did not matter. There was something missing, an internal
connection of some sort, that kept her from fulfillment. The one time she had come close to a pinnacle
of release was when Barry pulled a feather that had pierced through the pillow
and stroked it down her body.
collapsed and laid her head back on his shoulder, tilting her head to kiss his
chin before closing her eyes. Barry
nodded off, thinking how much he would miss her, and moments later she too was
falling through the sky… faster… faster.
The freezing air burned with a billion tiny prickles of ice slivers
piercing her cheeks as she passed through the clouds. Then, she stopped. Hanging in mid-air with the
sun reflecting off the frozen land below, sharing only its light… no warmth. And she was still hanging… in mid-air. And there was a danger so real that the chill
of it passed through her skin, her bones, and her center,
as easily as she had passed through the clouds.
not alone, though. He was there with
her. Beside her. But he could not see her… and she began falling
had seen him. Before she fell away, she
had looked at his face, had seen the indigo eyes ringed with gold staring
fiercely upwards towards the skies and his strong jaw set with determination. His bared, bronzed chest reflected the light
from the brilliance of the ice pillars surrounding him, muscles taut as he
gripped a silver sword in his raised fist.
And his thighs… oh, god. His thighs were so strong, with one leg bent
slightly at the knee and the other straight, ready to run into battle.
run. No, that wasn’t right. For behind him, his long platinum hair
wavered in the wind brushing against his wings.
He was high in the clouds… an awesome winged avenging angel. A warrior of the light.
looked down, searching through the dusting of clouds and across a frozen
landscape of ice and snow until his dark blue eyes seemed to reach inside her,
searching for her soul. Panic filled her
as she realized she had been seen. “Come
to me.” His voice was a fading deep
“Oh, god.” Essie awoke with a gasp and her eyes searched
through the dark for remnants of the dream.
Her hand rested palm open against solid warmth of Barry’s chest and the
musky scent of sex and light cologne filled her nostrils. She inhaled, running a foot down his calf to
further ground herself from the terror of falling. She squeezed her thighs together and slowly
moved her hand down. Sliding a finger
between her labia, a little lower, she was drenched and could still feel small
aftershock trembles of an obvious orgasm.
wrong,” Barry murmured, pulling her close to his chest.
through a throat still tight with panic.
When she looked up, light from the pole outside her tent let her see his
eyes were still closed. “I think I just
dreamed of the Archangel Michael.” Shit. No way in hell was she going to admit some
dream accomplished more than any man could.
Essie worked her hand up from her pussy, careful not to let her fingers
close enough for him to inhale the undeniable scent.
wrapped tighter and his lips brushed her hair.
Though his eyes remained closed, he smiled. “I guess it’s rather fitting you would be
dreaming of a flying warrior before your last mission. It’s a good sign.” A moment later, before drifting back to
sleep, he whispered, “I didn’t know you were so religious.”
snores rattled in his chest beneath her ear, and Essie considered her sexual
response to the dream. “Trust me, I’m
true. Her mother abandoned the church as
quickly as it abandoned her, when she became pregnant and the father of the
child disappeared. During Essie’s
childhood, her mother read her scriptures on Sunday mornings, but other than a
few sporadic trips to worship with friends if she was invited to an infrequent
Saturday night sleepover, Essie had no set religious beliefs. She sort of picked out the passages she
thought were neat and tried to relate to them.
Then why am I dreaming of an angel?
A gorgeously hot hunk of an angel, with eyes that burn through me and
thighs of fuckin’ steel…
shivered, and Barry’s arm tightened around her for a moment before relaxing
into sleep again. In the dream she was
falling and, unlike Barry, she had the distinct feeling this was an ominous
revelation and not the prediction of a positive outcome. Worse, this was not the first time she had
seen the fierce angel in her dreams. It
was the first time she had a sexual response to him, though, and that scared
her worse than the falling. He began to
appear just after she put in the request for NASA. And then, there were those last words her
mother had spoken to her. Fly,
Essie. I dreamed you were an angel.
It took a
while for the jarring sensation that this dream angel had actually spoken to
her to fade. When she awoke in the
morning, the dream was pushed to the back of her mind as she hurried through