Blaze And Lyra* Voice Like An Angel

BLAZE*

"A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me.

"You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face.

"I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

"I had a dream about us as well. I wonder if it was the same dream for us both. That would be so strange. What would it mean?" Lyra asked me.

"Lyra, come on; you and Blaze can flirt later," Vega hollered out just when I was about to reply to Lyra.

"Let me get a beer, and I'll be right there," Lyra said as she shrugged her shoulders at me and got up from the loveseat.

"Go ahead, and I'll grab a beer for you," I said to Lyra as I got up and started making my way to the kitchen.

There were three different types of beer in the refrigerator, and I hadn't asked Lyra what she would like. So I grabbed Budweisers for us both and walked over to hand Lyra's to her.

"Perfect; thank you," Lyra said as she opened the can and walked over to Vega.

I guess I chose right because Lyra was gulping her beer down as if she were dying of thirst, and that beer was the last beer on earth. Lyra and Vega were skimming through the available music when Lyra grabbed one and held it up excitedly.

"That's a solo song Lyra. Have you had enough alcohol to do that one?" Vega said and laughed.

"I have had two shots of vodka in Red Bull and most of this beer here. So yes, Vega, I'm good," Lyra said as she giggled.

I sat down on the loveseat where Lyra and I were seated before, opened my beer, and pulled a long swig from it. I couldn't wait to hear Lyra sing. Lyra has a voice like an angel, and I could only imagine what her singing voice would sound like as she sang.

"This song is for Blaze; I think it fits our situation perfectly; I hope you all enjoy it," Lyra said, and then the music started.

When the music started, I knew which song she was about to sing. I'm not one for chick music, but Lyra was correct; this song was perfect for us. Lyra started singing 'A Thousand years,' and it took all of my self-control to sit there and not go pick her up and ravish her. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, and at moments would skip a beat. Lyra had the most beautiful angelic singing voice I had ever heard. Lyra didn't take her eyes off of me, not even for a second, as she sang to me.

I have only just met Lyra, but it was as if I had known her and loved her for a thousand years. I will indeed love Lyra for a thousand more. I know for a shadow of a doubt Lyra is my soulmate. I can feel it in my whole being, mind, body, and soul.

'Please don't get up, Blaze, stay here,' I kept telling myself.

Once the song ended, my body betrayed me, and I lifted myself from the loveseat. I walked quickly over to Lyra and picked her up so that she was straddling my hips. I kissed Lyra passionately with a love I never thought existed. I heard everyone around Lyra and me cheering and laughing.

Lyra broke the kiss. "Alright, everyone, parties over; thank you all for coming and welcoming me home. My bed is calling my name," Lyra said, then looked back at me.

It's as if everyone in the room had vanished, and it was just Lyra and me. I brought Lyra in for another kiss, swiftly turned us around, and made my way to her room. Once inside, I kicked the door shut with my foot.

The shooting stars had again started flashing before my eyes. My manhood twitched at the need to be inside this beautiful angel of mine was great. Tonight the dream we had would become a reality. I'm going to make love to Lyra like it's our last night on earth.

Thank you, Lord, for sending my soulmate to me. I promise to love her and care for her all the days of my life and even into the next; Lyra is indeed my saving grace.

"I'm going to make love to you Lyra, I can't wait any longer. I can't believe that you are here in front of me-the woman of my dreams, my love, my life, my light, my everything. I'll do everything in my power to care for you and make you happy," I said lovingly to Lyra as I took off her bandana and kissed her forehead where her scar resides.

I walked us over to her bed and laid her down softly, not to hurt her in any way. "Don't hide your scars from me, my love. To me, they make you even more beautiful than you were before I met you," I said, and Lyra smiled.

"I need you, Blaze. I have needed you for so long. I'll give you my all. I love you. I don't care if we've only known each other a few hours; I feel like I've known you for a lifetime. Blaze, would you please make love to me now?" Lyra said.

I pulled Lyra's shoes and socks off, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and slowly pulled them down her long beautiful legs. I got up on the bed and pulled her legs up over mine, and began to massage both of her feet. I knew she was tired. I'm surprised she was still standing.

Once I had rubbed her feet well, I brought her left leg up to my lips and kissed the long scar that spanned from her ankle up to her mid-thigh. Lyra moaned as I made my way up her scarred leg. My beautiful angel and her battle scars. I laid her leg back down on the bed and lifted her so that I could remove her sweater.

Then a trailed kisses from the back of her hand, all the way up to her shoulders. Her surgeon did a fantastic job on Lyra's arm and leg. I'll need to thank them someday. I remembered her having broken ribs, so I laid her back down and moved so that I could bend down and kiss each of her ribs on the left side.

Lyra put her hands through my hair. "Oh, Blaze, that feels so good; I love it," Lyra said. My name on her lips had my blood pounding even faster than it had before, and my cock pulsed with need. I must get inside Lyra soon.

LYRA*

My sister was being a little shit, is all I could say right now. I'm so tired, and all I wanted to do was sit here, drink my Vodka and Red Bull and talk to Blaze; but no, she insists upon me singing. Vega had always been a bit jealous that my singing voice was more robust than hers.

I looked up to find Blaze, deep in thought. I wondered what was on his mind. "What are you thinking about Blaze?" I asked him.

"A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," Blaze said.

So, he had a dream with the two of us in it. Just like I had had. "You, you had a dream about us," I asked Blaze.

We were about to get deep into a conversation when Vega called out again. I guess I better get up and make her happy. She's had a heck of a whole lot more to drink than I have.

I honestly don't want to drink all that much. If anything happened between Blaze and me, I wanted to be in my right mind. But I couldn't get up there with no alcohol at all in my system.

"Let me get a beer, and I'll be right there," I told Vega and shrugged my shoulders at Blaze. I guess that conversation would have to wait. I couldn't help but think that maybe Vega was trying to cock block me. Why am I so moody tonight?

"Go ahead, and I'll grab a beer for you," Blaze said and walked to the kitchen to grab us some beers.

Honestly, I wouldn't say I like beer, and there is only one kind that I'll drink. Blaze didn't ask what kind of beer I wanted, so I hope he brings me a Budweiser. I don't want to pretend I like something, so I don't hurt his feelings somehow. Thank Goodness he returned a minute later with a Budweiser. Blaze doesn't even really know me, but it seemed he could read my mind or something. First the hamburger, and now with the beer.

"Perfect; thank you," I said and walked over to Vega.

Vega and I were standing there arguing about what song we should sing together. Vega was in a crazy let's party mood, and I was in a lovey-dovey mood. So we weren't getting anywhere. Until I found A Thousand Years by Cristina Perri, this song was perfect, and it described Blaze and me perfectly.

I grabbed it and waved it around excitedly in the air.

"That's a solo song Lyra. Have you had enough alcohol to do that one?" Vega said and laughed. Vega was seriously trying to rain on my parade tonight.

"I have had two shots of vodka in Red Bull and most of this beer here. So yes, Vega, I'm good," I said and laughed.

"This song is for Blaze; I think it fits our situation perfectly; I hope you all enjoy it," I said as I looked over at Blaze.

Blaze and I stared deeply into each other's eyes the whole time I sang this song to him. I wished he would just come to pick me up and carry me off to my room. A part of me wanted to quit singing and go to him, but I didn't.

I kept singing my heart out. Blaze was breathtaking, and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I'm getting that sweaty hot feeling. I might die if Blaze doesn't make love to me tonight.

Once the song was over, Blaze came over and swept me off of my feet, and took me in for a passionate kiss. There were only about fifteen people here, but that was too many for what I wanted at this moment.

It felt as if I was in heat, and I seriously needed Blaze inside of me; I'm so glad I saved myself for my soulmate, It's pretty cool that I already know what to expect initially, and the pain would only last a few seconds, and then pleasure would set in. I wanted to yell at everyone and tell them to get out, but I decided on the amicable route.

"Alright, everyone, parties over; Thank you all for coming and welcoming me home; my bed is calling my name," I said as Blaze took me into another deep passionate kiss.

My body was overheating and in overdrive as he whisked us both into my room and shut the door.

Blaze did the sweetest thing by taking off my bandana and kissing the scar on my forehead. He then laid me down softly on my bed.

"Don't hide your scars from me, my love. To me, they make you even more beautiful than you were before I met you," Blaze said.

I knew he meant what he was saying. I've never had anyone treat me so well. The incredible thing was, the man who was in my dream is the same as the man before me now. It's as if God knew we would end up together and was trying to help us cope with our previous pain and heartbreak.

Blaze then took my shoes, socks, and pants off and rubbed both of my tired aching feet. I've been on them way too long, and I melted before him as he started kissing all of the scars on my arm and leg.

It's like a static charge shooting through me with each kiss. It was not until Blaze started kissing my not completely healed ribs that I put my hands through Blaze's hair. "Oh, Blaze, that feels so good; I love it," I said. I might die if he doesn't make love to me soon.