The night was heavy with dreams.

It was so black, and so cold. Jada’s skin prickled against the freezing wind, and her hands shook. In the distance, she could see the outline of some large shape. She walked closer, her red heels clicking on the linoleum under her feet. Jada looked down and realized the floor looked like the floor of the office. Black and white tiles were neatly laid out like a checkerboard. The clicking sound rang in her ears and echoed in the overwhelming quiet around her. The shape slowly became clear. A house, small and white, poked out from the black. The dark gave way as she walked closer and closer to the building. This dream town was always so dark, especially on nights of the new moon.

The cold air around her had changed. Lost in her own thoughts, Jada didn’t register it right away. Now that she was approaching the delicate porch of the small house, it was warm all around her. The house was a pale green with white trim and a white door. Jada walked up the wooden steps, hearing them creak beneath her feet. Her red shoes were vibrant on the white stairs. Jada loved those shoes, wore them every chance she got. She felt so fiery, so alive and sexy in them, confident enough to entertain her desires.

Jada felt her skin tingle as she walked up to the door and put her hand on the old brass knob. She loved the house. It was so quaint and charming, and tonight she loved it more than anything. He was waiting for her inside; she knew it. She would walk inside, take off her coat, hang it on the rack, and he would be waiting for her.

Her coat still swinging on the rack, Jada started to unbutton her blouse. The silk was real and felt amazing against her skin. The vibrant red color matched her shoes, and the small crystal buttons gleamed in the soft candlelight. He always remembered the candles, never forgot them, and she loved it. They were so warming against the cold autumn air.

Jada tugged up her shirt, pulling it out from her black pencil skirt. Her flesh tingled as the warm air tickled her. She dropped the silk blouse to the floor and reached to her back for the zipper on the skirt. The zipper always stuck, but as she pulled on it now, it opened easily. She shimmied out of the black wool fabric and let it land at her feet. As Jada stepped out of the skirt, she juggled with the idea of leaving her stockings on. The garter around her hips was underneath the straps of her panties.

Jada reached an arm around her back and groped for the clasp of her bra. The red silk shone brightly against her tanned skin. She found the clasp easily and sprung it free with one hand. Jada threw it behind her as she rounded the corner to her bedroom. She felt on fire as she drew closer to where she knew he was lying.

The long hall seemed to stretch as Jada walked to her door. When she finally reached it, she lifted a hand to push the door open. It weighed so much, and the effort to open it left her breathing hard. Her room was filled with candles, the warm glow heating the air. The soft red of the walls was romantic and inviting. The bed was immense, and there, against the satin fabric, his tan skin glowed.

He was amazing, tan skin pulled taut over his well-developed muscles. He was taller than her, taking up the entire length of the bed. His long legs lay gently open to the sides, and a section of the beautiful satin sheets was pulled up between them, resting just below his hip bones. Underneath her sheets, his skin was bare. Smooth, round biceps flexed as he pulled the sheet close. His strong thighs tightened as he became aware of her presence.

Jada’s eyes scanned up across his body. His abdominal muscles were so strong, it was like they were carved from marble. Every muscle on his body stood out as the light from the candles jumped across his skin. Jada pictured it pressed against her own, and what a lovely sight it was. Every inch of him was a perfect golden bronze, as if no part of him was ignorant of the sun’s rays.

His broad shoulders were next for her to feast upon. He was strong, his frame so large that it was a wonder he fit through her tiny doorway. So commanding; his presence alone made Jada want to give in to any desire he professed.

But his face, though protective and fierce, was kind. His deep blue eyes were wells she could have fallen into. His thick black hair was short and messy, his strong jawline covered lightly with stubble. His bangs, shaggy around his face, hung devilishly in his eyes. His features were cut from the same marble as the rest of him, and in his eyes, Jada could see the desire building.

He lifted his head and his eyes found hers. Jada might have melted, if it weren’t for the piercing desire to touch him. The cocked grin he wore only egged her on. That smile was only for her, a perfect reflection of the pleasure to come. He lifted his arm and gestured for Jada to come to him, his huge forearms flexing as he moved his wrist. She happily obliged, but not too quickly.

As Jada walked forward, his gaze dropped to her breasts, which rose and fell as she breathed hard. The room’s heat was enveloping her, and his scent was intoxicating. Rich and spicy, it was a penetrating drug that made her skin hum and her body ache for him. She edged closer, until they were almost touching, watching his hands drift toward her breasts. Her heart pounded and she felt her body prepare itself for him. Dizzied by the ache, Jada didn’t see as he thrust himself up on his knees and let the sheet fall.

He stood there, firm and proud before her. Jada tried to focus on his eyes, but her gaze slowly fell. His muscles were tighter even than before, his skin glowing in the light. His hips stood at her waist, his muscles were taut, flexing, holding his weight and yet ever ready to move forward.

Jada’s body warmed. His proud form stood just out of reach, and she saw the desire in his blue stare. The tension between them built to unbearable levels, and Jada could barely steady herself in her heels. He took her weight, then, and lifted her onto the massive bed.

His skin felt soft and warm against her own, and Jada breathed hard. Her own curls hung long and smelled of lavender shampoo. He breathed deeply and sighed in pleasure.

“I’m glad you like it.” Jada’s voice was foreign, deep and husky with desire.

His fingers felt like hot rods wrapped in smooth skin as they swept back and forth across Jada’s soft skin. The connection between them was fiery, intense, and somehow still sweet.

As she let out a deep breath, he pulled her to him. He was powerful with desire, and their bodies connected in a moment of joyful union. Jada felt ecstatic as his mouth came down to her neck. He lifted Jada’s chin with his hand and pulled her lips to his. His lips were soft and hot against hers, and she loved the feeling of his wet tongue between her lips.

He looked down at her, his eyes like dark swimming pools swallowing her up, and then he lowered his head, dark hair falling into his eyes. As Jada watched him move, she felt her heart pull at her in a welcome need for this wonderful man.

Their loving union was building further, and together they crashed over the rocky shore, breathing in the foam, the ocean, and sensual bliss.