A Dream

I'm in your house, in your room. I had driven all night to get here to surprise you and I was tired but excited. I dropped my bag on the floor beside your bed and looked at the photos near the headboard. I've seen them so many times during our chats that I can almost say who they are. I smile to myself knowing that, if you could, you would have just as many photos of me up there. I shake my head to clear the thought as I turn to sit on the side of the bed. I'm finally here. Feeling giddy, I flop onto my back before rolling to my right side.

I bury my nose in the top quilt wanting to surround myself with your scent. I reach out with my left hand and grasp the edge of the top quilt then quickly roll to my left side cocooning myself. I giggle at my silliness, but I know that if you could see me you would laugh with me. "You know that kind of thing doesn't bother me." You would say. I must have fallen asleep because when I open my eyes next, I feel your warm body pressed against my bare back. Your lips pressed into the side of my neck while your right hand makes lazy trips from the top of my shoulder to the middle of my outer thigh. I smile, for two reasons I realize. One, when you kissed the back of my shoulder your mustache tickled a little, and two, your arms are so long. Your left arm cradles my head and supports your own, and your right arm allows your hand to travel the length of my body with ease. I hear a faint whisper, "I love you babe." Did you whisper it? I don't remember feeling your breath on my ear at the time. In fact, I felt your breath on my neck and moving towards the upper portion of my back. I think to ask you if you said something, but my breath hitches and my mouth goes dry as your right-hand curves around my waist towards my stomach. You hand lingers there strumming my flesh like guitar strings and I wonder if you will move it up or down. I'm hoping down, I have an ache building there. An ache for your hand. I buck my hips a little hinting at that fact. I feel you smile against my shoulder as you hand moves slightly south then promptly north. I'm almost disappointed but then you cup my breast, and your thumb flicks the sensitive bud there. My gasp is audible and back arches pressing my rear into your pelvis. I hear you hiss at the contact and your teeth graze the juncture between my neck and shoulder. You take the bud between your thumb and index finger, rolling it gently while you palm the rest in your hand. "Have I told you how much I love these?" I wanted to respond, wanted to say something flippant but I can't. Words allude me and I'm only focused on the feelings you bring forth within me. The slightest touch has me writhing against you and I roll in your arms to face you. I should be doing something. Giving as much as I'm getting. This isn't fair to you. As if reading my eyes, you press your lips to mine and my mind freezes. Every time our lips touch, I feel like time stops. Then this sensation that you're pulling something from me, drawing me in closer and filling me. I forget to breath and forget to move. As you exhale, I inhale, breath for breath. Heartbeat for heartbeat. When you pull away, I know you're looking at me, but I can't seem to force my eyes open. I try pressing my left hand to your chest, intent on grabbing you and stroking you but you stop me by catching my wrist. You kiss me again, breathing the 'uh-uh' into my lips. I still. "Let me touch you. Just let me caress and love you. That's what I want. You don't owe me anything except sounds of pleasure and ecstasy." I want to protest, to argue, but you still me with your lips again. I'm frozen and vulnerable as you relieve me of something. Doubt and insecurity. That's what you're taking from me. Replacing them with feeling wanted, needed, craved. You press me onto my back but never take your lips away. Your right-hand caresses my right breast before sliding down the valley of my stomach towards my core. I know what's coming and I can't stop the writhing of my body in anticipation. Your lips leave my mouth to trail kisses down my neck and across my chest. Your fingers brush my curls, the ones I grew for you, before cupping my diamond with your big hand. I know you can feel my heat, my wetness. Insecurity bubbles up again but bursts instantly as your lips close around my breast. Your hand rubs and rubs my core but doesn't breach it. I'm moaning aloud and trying to quiet myself. I know what you would say, I can hear your thoughts in my head. "Let it build." I try to take a deep breath and relax but your teeth graze the sensitive flesh there and it comes out as whine causing my back to arch up towards your mouth. I bend my knees and spread my legs wide. I'm slightly embarrassed but I can't think on it to much because your hand tantalizes the tip of my diamond and I see stars. You're touching me in such an erotic place, your mouth travels from my own to my breasts and back again. There, just there.' You are touching me everywhere and still seems as though I can't get enough. "Please!" The word is out before I can stop it. You moan against my breast before coming back up to look in my face. "So beautiful. I love that look." You rest your forehead against mine and say, "Sing for me darling." Your middle and ring finger slip past my soaked folds and plunge into my core. The sensation of stretching and feeling full nearly consumes me and I plunge over before I realize what happens. My heads lolls back and my body writhes in motion with your fingers. I wanted this, needed this. I needed you. The sounds that escape me will make me blush profusely when I wake but right now, I don't care. Just give me more. "Relax, darling. Relax. Let me bring it to you." Your voice is soothing in my ear, your left arm steady beneath me, your fingers sure inside me. I go slack even though I continue to wriggle and moan. 'Almost there, just a little more.' Your fingers slow as they brush that elusive spot behind my diamond. A place I never knew existed before you. Rubbing, coaxing, stoking my flame. I try to still my movements but I'm helpless against your hands. The sensations and sounds you bring out of me like an instrument in the hands of a professional musician. I moan when you want, loudly as you want, move as you want. I'm lost in bliss. 'Closer now, you see it?' My back arches and I can feel my walls collapsing on your fingers. I spread my legs further apart to have more and your thumb presses against the top of my diamond as your fingers press the other side from within. I plunge over again. I would have yelled but your mouth found my own and I moaned through my nose. Even now I can't stop my lips from being drawn to yours. Shudders wrack my body and you draw me ever closer, your fingers gently massaging me from within once more. The intensity decreases but doesn't ebb away. "Not yet. Once more, darling. Once more for me." I shake my head. There is no way. Even as the thought completes in my mind it shatters when your fingers find that spot again and begin stoking me once more. Again.' Burning and building, this time more swiftly then the first. My writhing increases as you play me once more. Its to much for my brain to keep up with, all I can do is feel. I feel so good in your hands, in your arms and I can't take it. I plunge over again. The shudders more violent than before, the stars even brighter this time. I barely register your words as my body goes slack in your arms. "That's it, that's it my darling." Fatigue and your lips on my temple are the last things I feel. The blades of the ceiling fan slowing circling overhead, the last thing I see.