An American's Dream

Part 1 Teaser

            His voice was barely a whisper. ‘Say it, baby.’

            I paused for a second to gather my voice. ‘I love you.’

            At those words, his right arm closed about me, pulling me much closer to him. His left arm continued to pull my top off my arms and I heard the muffle as it fell to the floor beside my feet. My arms, now being free, fell to around his neck just at the same instant his left arm joined his right. His hold on me grew ever stronger, pulling me closer and harder against him.

            For some reason, I felt more wanted now than ever before. I knew he wanted me but what he wanted of me, I was unsure. Though I was not about to stop and ask. My lips moved in time with his and, though I knew it, I did not hesitate as he began to keenly push me to his bed.

            He dropped down (sat) on the edge of his bed but kept me close so we still kissed. My head, now bowed so my lips still remained in contact with his, was fluttering with new excitement, fresh depths of the ever-before familiar feeling.

            As he began to lie back, his arms (which had, now, caressed my waist) slowly pulled me on top.

            My mind had raced ahead again and it expected everything to happen tonight; but I knew better than to believe in that. Faith and experience of him told me no more than this would happen tonight. Forcing my racing thoughts to focus on his touch calmed down the fear that had begun to creep in. I would not have him worry because of my foolishness, I told myself.

            As I lay completely on top of him, something happened that I did not intend. It was as though as a vast weight had been lifted off me; not just off my mind, but off my body as well. With it gone, I now felt freer, more... I couldn’t describe it.

            All I knew was I could make my kiss stronger and more giving by putting more meaning to it. So it happened, though I’d barely reasoned with it. The softness of his skin passed under my fingers as they slid down his arms, then to his sides and onto his waist. In return, his hands slid over the back of my thighs and began to slowly rub where he could reach.

            Pressing my whole body down on him, I suddenly noticed the hard lump that was under my hips. Surprisingly, it did not bother me and I deepened my kiss. His hands still groped over my legs and there was no mistaking of what now pulsed through my veins. Though I’d never felt this way before, I could not label this as mere passion.

            Suddenly, his body pushed up and I rolled to my back, his hands relinquished their touch on me and his lips removed themselves from mine. The energy I just experienced and the new feeling rushed into the unexplored depths of my mind as my eyes flashed open.

            I watched as he almost leapt off me, leaving me in the rustled up covers of his bed. He was breathing hard and, as I gained complete control of myself, I realised so was I. My chest pounded up and down as the air flooded in and flowed out. He leant on his arm which was pressed against his wardrobe door. I watched his face; his eyes were closed, his nostrils flared as he still gathered his breath.

            I waited.

            ‘Babe, never do that again,’ he softly spoke, looking over and smiling.

            ‘Do what? I didn’t do anything,’ I replied, confused and feeling strongly accused of something he did.

            ‘Oh, didn’t you?’ His lips smiled darkly.

            ‘Nooo...’ I looked up, thinking.

            ‘Well, you did. You know what you did and don’t go denying it.’ He spoke to me like I was a child. Sitting up, crossing my arms and legs, I frowned at him. His face relaxed and his lips turned to a very subtle, gentle smile, before he said, ‘Hmm, you look so cute when you do that.’

            I couldn’t help blushing. ‘Do not call me cute.’

            ‘Why not? You are.’ I flushed red more, rolled my eyes, lay back down (on my side) and pulled the duvet over me up to my shoulder. Hearing his steps as he walked back over, I knew he’d try to get one over on me. ‘Hun, can I come back in?’

            I closed my eyes, turned over and said, ‘It’s your bed, baby.’ Opening my eyes, he threw back the covers (again) and slid in beside me. I sat up a bit as he lay down and stuck his arm out sideways. Lying back down, I managed to shuffle closer. My head resting on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around me and sighed happily.

            ‘Goodnight, hun,’ he whispered.

            ‘Goodnight, baby,’ I whispered back.