Strawberries and Champane

It was suddenly so perfect, so real and so tangible. If Sarah had a past she didn’t know it, if she had a future she didn’t care. All that mattered was now.

“Eat this” a wet fruit was placed to her lips, running over them and leaving a cool trail until she opened her mouth and bit into it with perfect teeth.
Sweetness flooded her mouth as the flesh broke in her bite. The sweetest ripest strawberry that had been dipped into a mountain stream was being offered to her.
As she chewed it into a sugary pulp she savoured the experience. It was flawless.

“Drink this” the seductive voice said and a cool goblet rubbed her cheek before coming to her mouth. She again obeyed the voice and tasted ambrosia. The champagne was light and sparkling, it exaggerated the strawberry even more and Sarah was lost in a sea of sweetness and summer.
As she thought of summer she felt the heat of the sun on her face and warming her hair. She smelt the grass and heard the bird song. She opened her eyes and looked around her. She was sitting on a soft blanket near a small clear stream, lush grasses and mosses surrounded the blanket and there were trees behind her.

Her companion was shaded by the sun so she couldn’t see his face but she could feel him.
He was warmer than the sun’s radiation somehow; his heat was more heavy and comforting.
On top of the smells of grass and sunshine she could smell him as well. He smelt exotic and musky, pure maleness covered by top notes of excitement and desire. She couldn’t name each of the things about his scent but she knew it simply as his.

“Sarah” he said, breaking her reverie, “Kiss me.”
Again she obeyed. She leaned forward and kissed his chin, and mouthed her way up to meet his lips. She then played with his bottom lip by pulling it out and running her tongue along its underside. He opened his mouth and claimed hers in a kiss. His hands were smoothing her hair and holding her close with strong but gentle arms, while his kiss was fierce and passionate. He broke the kiss and she was finally able to see him
His hair was as pale as moonlight fine and wild. His eyes a curious set of twins, one didn’t match the other exactly but, they to, were perfect. His scent of spice and musk flooded her and she could only think of him and her desire for him.

“Jareth, please,” she sighed leaning into him. He understood her as perhaps few others could and his lips turned. As he smiled at her his hands moved slowly up and down her body and she was aware of having no clothes, though before she could have sworn she was dressed.
It didn’t matter all that mattered was his touch and she opened herself to it.
His feather light touch drifted over her skin tantalising and teasing her. His fingers smoothed over her shoulder and around the front of her neck and he paused He grinned a wolfish smile and placed a moist kiss in the hollow of her throat, using his tongue to move along her chin and trace her lips.
Sarah opened her mouth to try and capture his teasing tongue but he pulled away. His hand stared to move again skimming over the tops and side of her breasts. Jareth tantalized her further by completely ignoring her nipples and just caressing the undersides with a lazy thumb.
Sarah shuddered while her nipples ached, crying out for attention.
Jareth responded by removing his hands and replacing his thumbs with his teeth. He nipped and suckled his way up the side of her breast and soon focused entirely on her right nipple.
The satisfaction of this gesture made Sarah whimper. Jolts of hot ice spread from her breast down to her loins and up the back of her spine. His warm hand flattened on her stomach pushing her hips down to the warm grass. Sarah wasn’t even aware she had lifted them.
Her bottom and back soon touched the soft grass underneath her. Jareth’s mouth didn’t let go of her nipple instead he suckled and nipped the tender bud diligently. Sarah was lost in a sea of pleasure as his hand moved to caress the twin bud.
He gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger before cupping the entire breast and kneading it. Then he would return to the erotic pinching and rolling.

He lifted his mouth off her right breast leaving a warm damp area that puckered and chilled in the breeze. His pale mouth pursed and he blew on her sensitive nipple.

“Ohhhhh!” She said breathily “Ummmm” all ability to think coherently was gone, she just wanted to live in his touch.

Jareth hovered above her teasing and touching her warm skin driving her crazy with want and desire. His lips and hands roamed freely over her body and Sarah revelled in it.
“The stars are so pale compared to your eyes,” he whispered huskily in her ear and nipped at it. “I am going to make you mine tonight. Do you know that Sarah? When the stars fade from the sky you will be mine.”
“Yes,” she panted reaching for him.
“Do you want me Sarah?”
“Yes,”
“Will you obey me?” his breath whispered over her breasts and he bit her nipples one after the other.
“Yes.”
“Do you need me?”
“Yes” she panted.
“Do you love me?” he asked parting her thighs with his knee.
“Yes,”
“Do you fear me?” Jareth thrust deep into her and stay still awaiting her answer.
“Oh,” she sighed, not answering him. Jareth withdrew from her and pulled back. “No!” Sarah called out sitting up, straining to reach him.
“You don’t fear me?” He asked a cold cruel smile on his face.
“Don’t go, please.” She pleaded.
Jareth withdrew further into the darkness. Soon all she could see were his cruel eyes and his pale hair. “Just Fear me Sarah, Love me, Fear me, I will be your slave.”
“YES!!” She called into the dark trying to reach into it. But Jareth’s eyes faded and the darkness receded.
“Jareth!” she called out in despair.

“Such a pity” His voice answered.