Midnight Hour

The Midnight Hour

The characters portrayed in this story do not belong to me. They belong to their respective creator(s) and the actors who portrayed them. I wrote this story with the help of Kathy and Mary. No money is being made from this story. It is for entertainment purposes only.

Karmyn, Kathy, & Mary
He came to her in the night, in the midnight hour. He had been
watching her sleep for a few hours, enjoying her beauty. How long
had it been since he had met a woman who excited him as she did?
Truly she was a woman that he could consider his equal. If only she
had been alive during his lifetime, things would have turned out
very differently for him.
The slight figure under the light cotton blanket stirred, turning
over, and a small cry came from her. "Daniel . . . please . . . Stay
with me . . ."
The specter started, and peered at the figure before him. She had
thrown back her bedding, and he could see her slim figure quite
clearly through her gauzy nightgown. He started at the sound of her
voice. Was she seeing him, or dreaming of him? And either way, did
he dare answer her call?
She was lying on her back, her hands clasped across her chest, her
lips parted in sleep. So, she had been having a dream. Well, he was
glad he had not made a fool of himself and said anything, then.
Perhaps he should just leave her to her sleep and her dreams.
"Daniel!" Her voice was strong and it caused him to hesitate.
"Daniel, please stay." Her hands reached out and he could hel help
but move closer to the bed. Gently he laid his hands over hers and
wondered if should be doing this. She looked like a delicate vapor,
but felt so warm and alive under his touch. Her fingers intertwined
with his and he felt like he was holding his breath as her skin
brushed against his own. "Please stay," she said once more and then
her eyes opened and she looked up; startled. "It's not a dream?" she
asked him, her eyes wide. "You are really here?"
"Yes, my darling. I am here."
"But you CAN'T be! You're not — "
"Carolyn, love, I am here because you want me to be here. You want
me to be with you, and heaven only knows how long I have wanted to
be with you. You did say that, did you not?" He held her hands
tighter. "This is the Midnight Hour, and the night where wishes can
come true."
She turned away from him slightly and whispered. "My dreams are
getting more realistic all the time. I've had them too many times in
the past. Especially lately." She turned back toward him and gave
his a wistful look. "I'll dream that we make wild, passionate love,
like I have every night since the night I met you, and in the
morning you are gone and I know it's been just that — nothing but a
dream."
The seaman shook his head, and loosened the hold he had on her
hands. He brought them to his face, brushing his beard against her
palms as he turned them up, and he kissed them softly. Then he shook
his head. "Not tonight, love. I will not leave you. I will not leave
you tonight, or ever again. Our love has made us both whole."
Slowly, he reached for her face, cupping it with both his large
hands. "Tell me what you want of me, my darling. From now on I will
always be with you — in spirit, mind and body."
Carolyn swallowed and stroked her Captain's face. "Stay here in this
bed — my bed — our bed. Be with me tonight. Please, don't ever leave
me again. Make love to me, Daniel. Make love to me tonight and keep
loving me until I tell you to stop."
"That would be an eternity, Carolyn!" He chuckled. "You are sure,

darling?"
"I have never been more sure of anything in my life, my dear
Captain!" and she smiled. "May I suggest that you begin by removing
that blasted jacket?"
"As you wish, Madam," he said, slowly removing his jacket and
carefully laying it on a nearby chair. "Would you like me to
continue?"
"Yes, please," Carolyn said, nodding.
His eyes never left hers as he removed his sweater. He smiled at the
way her eyes darkened with desire at the sight of his broad chest.
He sat down beside her on the bed and said, "My dear, I believe it's
your turn to remove something."
"I like that idea," she said shyly, as she reached for the waistband
of his trousers, blushing at the bulge she saw there, even through
the woolen fabric. " I . . . that is, it would seem you are as
magnificent as I always thought — dreamed you were, Daniel."
The seaman chuckled softly and laid his hands over hers, stopping
her. "My dear Carolyn, as much as I like your idea, this . . ." He
squeezed her hands a little tighter. ". . . Isn’t precisely what I
meant. I mean it’s your turn, my dear!" Softly he began to fondle
her through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Then slowly he undid
the first tiny button.
"Daniel . . ." Carolyn moaned, pushing his hands more firmly toward
her breasts.
"You wish me to stop?" he whispered. "Carolyn, I . . "
"Oh no . . ." she chuckled, "I only wish you would HURRY. If this is
a dream, it’s my dream and it’s what I want. And if it’s NOT a
dream, I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."
"An anxious woman, aren’t you, my dear?" The seaman grinned, and
reached to stroke the hollow of her throat, slowly making his way
down to the shadowy valley between her breasts. "My love, we have
all night, and I have waited for you too long to hurry." Carefully,
he undid the second button of her nightgown: at the same time
leaning into her, covering her mouth with his.
A knock came at the door of their cabin. "Mrs. Muir? Mrs. Muir, are
you all right?"
Daniel was at once alert, ready to dematerialize at a moment's
notice if need be. Carolyn tried not to think about his hands that
were still cradling her breasts, as she called out in what she hoped
was a steady voice.
"Yes, Martha? Is anything wrong?"
"Everything is fine at my end," the housekeeper answered. Carolyn
saw the doorknob turn and she felt panic rise up in her throat.
Daniel let out a low curse, but still did not move himself or his
hands.
"I just came up to borrow a roll of toilet tissue." Martha
continued. "I ran out downstairs. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, Martha." Carolyn assured her. "It's something that's
not good to run out of."
His thumb was absentmindedly running across her nipple and it was
driving her crazy. "Did you need anything else, Martha?"
"No, I'm fine. I just thought I heard talking coming from your room
and wanted to make sure you were all right."
"Oh yes, I'm fine. Captain Gregg and I were just discussing some,
well, we were talking about one of his adventures."
‘This has to be a dream.' Carolyn thought inwardly. It was like the
dream where you get a check but can't cash it or you get a letter
but can't read it. This must be the dream, where you get a sexy,
half-naked, fully aroused sea captain and can't have your way with
him.
"Well, goodnight then." Martha wished her, and the doorknob stopped
turning.
Carolyn counted to ten, as she heard the stairs creak in reference
to Martha’s using them and then sighed. "Are you sure this is not a
dream?" She looked up at the seaman.
"It very well could be," hid, id, with a straightforward tone. But
she saw his eyes were dancing with the pleasure of teasing her.
"Perhaps we should find out."
"Perhaps, we should."
He bent to kiss her with a passion she didn't know existed. As their
kiss grew with every stroke of their tongues and the wandering of
their hands, she felt his body cover hers, the roughness of his
trousers and the hotness of erection through those trousers bringing
up a feeling of insatiable desire.
His clothed knee parted her legs, and now his throbbing arousal was
lying near her own center. Automatically her legs went around his
body, incasing him in a basket of her body, her hips arching up into
his. His hands were impatiently pulling at her nightgown, and when
he couldn't get it off over her head, he laid his mouth down on the
filmy material and began to suck her nipple through the nightie.
Choruses of pleasure rushed through her as he left wet marks from
his well-formed mouth on her nightclothes, finally pushing the
sleeves of her garment down her arms with his teeth before applying
them to her now swollen brs. Ss. Swollen from his touch and at the
first bite of her bare flesh, she groaned low, her arms tightening
around him. She pulled her legs even tighter around him and felt his
knee move deeper between her, until he was touching her core with
it. When he pulled away from her, she saw that the material of his
trousers was wet from her moisture and she pulled her head to his
her own, determined to swallow him whole if need be.
Quickly he undressed and then laid down on her once more, his body
falling between her thighs. While he licked and stroked her breasts
with his tongue, his hand fell to the now very moist area of her
center and she bucked up against him, trying to reach as far down
into him as she could.
Her dream had finally become a reality. Daniel was here with her, in
her bed, holding her, touching her. It was real this time. He was
touching her in ways that she had never been touched before, not
even by her late husband. She didn't want to think about Bobby at
that moment. She just wanted to think about Daniel and how good he
was making her feel. She moaned softly as she felt his finger slip
inside her. His other hand caressed her breast, teasing the hard
peak as he began to kiss her. He parted her lips with his tongue,
and she met it with her own. He must have been drinking some of his
Madeira earlier. She could taste it on him, a strangely arousing
taste. He increased his caresses between her legs and she quickly
found herself experiencing a quick, but pleasing release. When she
recovered, Daniel smiled down at her and said, "That, my dear, was
just the beginning."
"Of course," she sighed. "It was only the beginning." And that was
always the problem. The beginning of the end. In her very limited
knowledge of bedroom play, well there usually wasn't any — just
enough to get her excited and then it was the man's turn. It was a
man's game wasn't it?
"It is your turn," she nodded, getting into position for him to come
and do with her what he needed to release his pent-up desires. And
this, this Daniel Gregg, his desire was built on his face and it was
beautiful to look at.
"My turn?" He almost laughed. "But I'm not finished with you yet my
dear. I am most anxious for my turn, but yours, as I said earlier,
is just beginning."
His mouth fit over hers with ease — as though they had been sharing
such kisses their entire existence. She felt his tongue move in and
out of her mouth at the same rate that his one hand rubbed her
breast, while the other moved deeply inside of her. He seemed to
know exactly where to stroke and where to tease and she had trouble
believing that this was actually happening to her. A groan escaped
her throat, followed by another, her eyes closing in her immense
pleasure. She didn't see him move his mouth from hers, but felt it
and reached out to try to find his head. She latched onto his hair,
his tongue finding a diversion in her naval, before finding its
proper place, replacing his hand that had been buried deep inside
her.
The first touch of his mouth on her warm throbbing center sent her
high to almost heaven. His beard scratched against her sensitive
skin and she felt the ache become even more intense at the thought.
His tongue did just as his hands had, making her despair that she
would remain in this beautiful agony forever. "Daniel . . ." She
gasped his name and once more took hold of his hair.
The tension was growing higher and tighter with every thrust of his
tongue in her most secret spot and she now knew what it meant when
people said you could die of ecstasy. Her buttocks arched off the
bed, her moans spelling out her pleasure, she once more felt the
warmth of the orgasm wash over her, even better than before. Even
before, she could come down, he touched her quickly and she spasamed
again, her hands clutching in a firm grip, her head back, lust and
desire shining in her eyes.
Crawling up her body, he looked down at her and gave her a smile
that was part tender and part devilish.
She grinned, and reached up to him, caressing his beard. "Lovely . .
." she sighed. "Your beard is so soft . . . I always thought it
would be rough and prickly. How I am looking forward to feeling even
more of it!" She stroked his face again as he held himself over her
and her hands glided over his massive shoulders, down his arms and
made their way back up his sides, and across his massive chest,
where and she began to rub his nipples gently.
The seaman stifled a small groan.
She smiled at his obvious enjoyment of her actions. "You know,
Daniel . . ." and she glanced up at him. "Two can play this little
game of yours," and she grabbed his still wandering hand and kissed
it gently, drawing his thumb into her mouth and holding it.
"Oh, my dear . . ." and the seaman smiled a delighted grin at what
he hoped she had on her mind.
"Roll over," she commanded. "It's MY turn."
"You are serious?" He looked at her, truly amazed.
"Quite."
"As you wish." In a moment, Carolyn was hovering over the seaman and
his head rested against the pillow.
"Lovely," she sighed, and leaned forward, burying her face in his
neck. Her hands continued to caress his nipples, and then she
started to slide further down his body, kissing, and licking him as
she went. When her mouth reached his nipples, the seaman groaned
again, louder this time.
"Carolyn . . ."
"Shh . . . " she whispered. "We don't want to wake anyone up . ."
"Madam!" He replied, breathless, "How many times . . " and he
groaned again as she moved lower.
"How many times, what?" and she giggled. "How many times am I going
to do this to you? Quite often, I hope!" She grabbed his hands that
were clutching the sheets, and moved her mouth down his hard,
muscled abdomen to his navel. Gently, delicately, she inserted the
tip of her tongue into it and fluttered it back and forth.
"No, blast it! Carolyn . . ." and he groaned again.
"What?" she murmured, moving still lower.
"How many times have I told you that no one can see or hear me
unless . . . unless I wish it!" And groaned even louder. "Carolyn!"
"Oh. Well, in that case . . ." Gently, she loosened her hands from
his, and moved lower, finally, to that area of him that she had
waited three years to see. "I hope I am the ONLY one to hear GREAT
deal from you tonight!"
Gently, she cupped him in her palm and marveled at the miracle that
was coming true. Daniel groaned once more, which excited her even
further and gently she started kissing his area, and began licking
her way up his maleness like a Popsicle. When she reached his tip,
she paused.
"Carolyn!"
She smiled, and then took him in her mouth.
It was the last thing he was expecting, but as she grazed his
sensitive tip with her teeth, she knew she was making him a very
happy being. Slowly she sucked him, enjoying the taste of this, his
most intimate body part, watching him writhe under her control.
He made noises that she didn't know she could cause a man to make,
finding it extremely arousing. He was salty in her mouth and she
moved up a bit, slowly enjoying him and this moment.
"Carolyn." He gave her a sound of warning, but she felt it before it
happened and moved her head onto his knee, watching the seaman find
his climax. Before he was completed, she took him between her hands,
moving up and down on his stickiness and he once more found release.
"That was worth waiting a hundred years for," he grinned as she got
his voice back and she swatted him playfully.
Rolling over on his side, he touched her moist face with his own
moist lips and they soon became a tangle of arms and legs. She
placed one of her legs on his back and they stroked and touched and
tasted, until they couldn't stand it any longer.
She took him firmly in her hand and placed his tip just inside of
her moist folds and then let him take over. Slowly he slid inside of
her and then pushing her deep into the mattress, found what he had
been looking for as their rhythm became established, his hands going
underneath her, rubbing her buttocks as they moved together in
perfect harmony.
'This is how love should be,' Carolyn thought as she and Daniel
moved together. Never before had she felt such pleasure as she did at that moment. The feeling grew stronger as she held tight to
Daniel, silently urging him to take her over the edge. It took her
suddenly, much deeper and stronger than before. She cried out
breathlessly as Daniel joined her in release.
"I love you, Captain," she whispered to him as they lay together
afterward.
"And I you," Daniel told her, kissing her temple. He made his way to
her lips and they kissed slow and deep, savoring the taste of each
other.
She drifted off to sleep in his arms and they both knew that this
was only the beginning.