Dreams toyed in Matt’s head as he slept in the cell, his lives past before his eyes. Only he was the observer seeing himself as he was some 700 years before. Chills then fever ramped over his flesh as he was falling faster and faster into yesterday. Then it seemed like he was back to where he had begun, his eyes opened but nothing looked the same except his wardrobe and himself. He was in a grassy meadow as the sun Crested the neary hill, nothing there looked at all familiar. At a distance he saw a road leading to a small village where he thought he could learn where he was. Close by stood a saddled steed he thought must be his? He mounted and rode into the village but at first saw no one, then as he slowly passed a house something looked familiar.
Matt dismounted walking, up the path to the door pushing it open to look inside. A lady screamed out, how dare you enter without a knock dear sir? Matt gasped, begging her pardon, there in frontof him in all her glory stood the haunter of his dreams. Her voice had filled his dreams so many times, her form had turned his password to a ragging fire that craved to know her most completely. He asked, what is your name my lady? Jane, she said and your sir knight? Matt his falsering voice replied.
He asked, where is the man of the house dear Jane? There is none sir, all the men have gone to Queen Ann’s war, but you have either come back or have not gone dear sir? Matt thought then said, I only know that I have come a measure of time and space to find you Jane. Jane looked curiously afraid of his strange words as Matt walked closer to her with piercing gaze. His eyes drank in her every feature from the top of her bonnet to the tips of her shoes. He showed deeply as he mentally pictured what treasures lay beneath her becoming clothes.
Closer Matt came to her as she backed slowly away not taking her eyes off the intruding knight. Soon she backed to the wall trembling as he came closer, Jane looked her eyes darting franticly looking for a lane of escape if need be. There were none, Jane was at his mercy should he be a ruthless knight. His eyes locked to hers he pushed her tight against the wall asking, do you know me Jane? He could see her eyes searching her memory, then she said, I don’t dear sir yet it seems you are familiar but you Couldn’t be?
Matt removed his hood that partially masked his face as his face moved only inches from hers. Jane went faint falling against him, Matt caught her from a fall holding her until she replaced her senses. Jane’s voice was filled with emotion as she said, dear knight you are familiar yet you truly cannot be. I have only seen you in my dreams that have no reality, Matt said, the same as I have seen you in mine dear lady fair. Jane stayed in his arms as her eyes filled with wonder of what magic potion had caused this strange quirk in nature.
He took advantage of the moment softly touching his lips to hers, Jane tensed, then softened her lips into his tasting the reality of emotion. He felt his warmth flowing into her body as hers flowed into his, Matt could feel the reality of his dream melting in his arms. Jane spoke with quickening breath, dear sir you will have now as you took me in my dreams. My heart cannot deny the things I beg for in my dreams, nor can you I Know dear sir. Their kisses clung as tongues explored then played like fencing swords within their mouths.
In turn their kisses added sucking first Jane’s lips milked is tongue then Matt’s milked hers with sensitive erotic excitement. He took her bonnet off letting her hair fall over her shoulders burying his face in her soft fraud adoring the sweet essence. His mouth finding her ear to nibble gently running his soft tongue over her neck, with growing intensity. His hands constantly roaming over her gown sensing the contours hidden beneath. Jane began to sight as sensing filled her flesh with warming desire to know this knight she knew in dream.
Matt could feel her subtle breasts as with deeper kisses he pulled her closer pressing her tightly against him. His heat was growing rampant inside his suite, more than he could stand. As he wiped his browser Jane reached out to remove his heavy armor, piece by piece she like so many times in dream she eased away his heavy burden. Leaving him in his undergarments, Matt witnessed with relief thanking Jane with kisses filled with heated password. His manhood outlined as it pressed into her gown, Jane witnessed again quite obviously needing more warming sensing.
He pressed his lips into the fabric over her grand globes of womanhood and blew his hot breath in as hard as he could. Jane moaned with surprise satisfaction at the heat so hot it nearly burned her swelling nipples beneath her gown.Matt’s skillful hands gently hoisted her dress up to her hips as he pressed his throbbing manhood against her bare mound and teased with gentle thrusts. Her heat permeated his thin garment heating his staff with her flaming desire, Matt ran his fingers softly up her inner legs stroking gently with his finger tips.
Her silky wetness cascading from her love nest in hot anticipation, Matt dropped to his knees kissing as his tongue flicked eagerly from her ankles slowly up her legs. Gently sucking at her soft sweet flesh higher and higher as her womanly fraudulent filled his senses with hunger. Then her dress fell over his head as his tongue teased and tasted her precise treasures. Jane cried out in ecstasy as her gyrations carried his tongue to and from over her creamy offerings. His tongue revolving round her cliporis teasing it solidly erect her growing wetness flowing down his neck.
As Matt raised up he slide her gown away marveling in thelovely cleavage that came to view. Then kisses for her cleavage as his tongue searched the edges of her undergarment to have her more, to taste her delicious globes in all their glory. Taking her sweet pink nipples within his mouth to nibble gently, off came the undergarment to feats upon her every perfect treasure. Nursing like a hungry babe upon her heavenly nursery, Jane had him naked too, his undergarment tossed with hers to the floor.
Her hand cradled his family jewels the other stroked his manhood staff from bulbous throbbing head to thick hot base. Her fingers toyed in the sticky juice she brought to life then dropped down to gently nuzzle more bringing him to peak expansion. When Jane raised up he pinned her to the wall his hot smooth shaft searching for her glory hole, thrust against thrust with eagerness. Jane guided him to her then gently pushed as her legs raised up to wrap around and guide him in her flowers silk.
As her flowerclung so tightly milking him her fertile garden quaked to have his manly status deep inside her womb. For hours in and out of the garden they did dance until her heated body rush flashed from her soul to flood his blessed status with her fiery woman’s heat. The Jane did moan with loudest ecstasy as she felt the grand smooth status becomes a fountain in her garden filling her with fertile seed. Her arms around his impaled as she could be Matt carried her to bed…………
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