Page 37 of Sweet Dreams
Dinner was fabulous; between the food, the conversation, and the constant hand holding, it was a night I would never forget. We ate quickly, skipping the famous Hula Pie dessert, as neither one of us could wait to get back home. I, for one, had special lingerie to show off. And I think Ivan planned for my body to be his dessert for the evening. Less calories, and allthat.
When we arrived back at my house, we locked the place up and raced upstairs. At the doors to my bedroom, Ivan pulled me back and told me to close my eyes. I gave him a suspicious look, but closed them anyway. I heard him open the doors and then he was back at my side, tugging me forward. Then he stopped and said, "Open your eyes,baby."
Laid out before me was my own bedroom, but looking like nothing I'd ever seen before. The bed was turned down, rose petals were spread out in a trail, from my feet where I stood, over to the bed. White candles were placed throughout the room, glowing bright, casting a sensual light to the room. With Ivan's planning, Bailey must have been my sexy-time fairy godmother. I turned to Ivan and finally found my voice, "Oh my God, honey, it'sperfect."
Ivan pulled me in close and wrapped his arms around me. "Yes, you are, baby," he whispered. "Let me take care of you tonight. Will you let me dothat?"
Relinquishing control was not something I was good at before I met Ivan, but now, I didn't hesitate. He'd proven over and over again that he had my best interests at heart. This wasn't a Hollywood movie with some grand gesture to prove his love. He'd proven it daily, by showing me that I came first in his life and that I was precious tohim.
And remember, he'd said I was smart. And no smart girl would turn down a night at this man's mercy. I nodded my acceptance and squirmed my way in closer to hisbody.
Ivan bent down and swept my hair over one shoulder, kissing my neck and shoulder, sending goose bumps up and down my arms. Then he pulled my hair back with both hands and began to kiss my jaw, my eyes, my nose, my chin, and finally my lips, all the while walking me backwards to the edge of the bed. His tongue explored my mouth, making me want him closer, skin to skin, no barriers anywhere between us. While our tongues dueled, Ivan's hands slid down my back to unzip my dress. Then he slid both sides of the dress off my shoulders and let the dress pool at myfeet.
A whoosh of cool air brought me back from the kiss as I realized he'd stepped away from me. I looked up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes on my body, the lids at half mast, desire clear on his face. My nipples began to harden into points as they felt hisstare.
Every cup of hot chocolate I had to sell to buy this lingerie was so worthit.
The seconds ticked by, neither of us moving. Finally, Ivan broke the silence. "I want to take a picture of you right now, in that outfit, with those heels, and your hair over your shoulder, and your lips painted red. But I don't want someone else to see you. Ever. So I just have to take a few moments to commit this to memory. Give me asecond."
I figured if he liked it that much, he might like it in motion too. So, I did a pivot and gave him the side view with my hip popped out. And then another slow pivot so he could see the back side. And that's as far as I got before his body was suddenly pressed up against me and his hands were cupping mybreasts.
"Jesus, woman," he muttered as he nuzzled my neck. Then he reached down and picked me up, his arm under my knees. He placed me on my back on the bed, trailing a finger down my chest between my breasts, over my stomach, down my hip, along my leg, stopping at my heels. He reached down and undid the tiny buckle on the side and took my shoe off. Then the other side. "Relax, get comfortable," hewhispered.
He stood back up at the side of the bed, the candlelight reflecting off the side of his face, casting shadows that made his features harder, sexier. Then he toed off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it to the floor. His gorgeous muscles were perfectly highlighted with the flicker of the candles. Then he slowly unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and let them drop. My eyes lowered to his boxers to find him fully erect, straining at thewaistband.
"See what you do to me? You haven't even touched me yet. This is just from looking at you," he said in his gravely, bedroom voice. I liked to think that voice was just for me. No one else got to hear that exact tone. That was reserved just for us, just for this room. "Roll over onto your stomach,baby."
I rolled over immediately, knowing I'd like whatever he was up to. This relinquishing control thing was easier than Ithought.
Ivan grabbed something off the nightstand and then put one knee onto the mattress next to my thigh. He rubbed his hands together and massaged my legs with long, firm strokes. The scent of coconut filled the room as the oil warmed against myskin.
I couldn't help the moans that escaped my mouth as he continued to rub, knead, and stroke my legs. It felt so damn good. My body was relaxing and my leg muscles were feeling delicious after a hectic week. Then Ivan moved his hands up to my ass which also felt heavenly with a touch of erotic thrown in. That buzz of awareness was kicking in, mixing with the relaxation, leaving me unsure if I wanted the massage to continue or if I needed more. I'd never had someone spend so much time rubbing my glute muscles before, but it was the best thingever.
Ivan moved back down to rub my thighs and then spread them wide apart. His hands trailed back up the inner part of my legs and just barely skimmed over the body suit in the middle before rubbing my ass again. Then his hands were back around to the body suit, rubbing harder this time. I couldn't help it, my booty lifted up in the air, wanting more pressure. He alternated rubbing my ass cheeks and skimming over the bodysuit.
My fists were clenching the pillow below my head. I was drenched and ready for him, but he kept toying with me, heightening my desire till I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to flip over and take matters into my own hands when his hands reached my body suit again and popped the snaps, releasing the suit and leaving me exposed to his probingfingers.
I was wrong.Thiswas the best thingever.
One hand drew circles around my clit while his other hand was busy thrusting two fingers inside me. I lifted my hips to give him better access. Tingles traveled up my core and down my legs. Then I felt his warm mouth on my ass cheek, sucking and licking while his hands kept up the rhythm. The pillow muffled my moans as I got closer and closer. I felt the wave about to hit and then it crashed through me right when he bit my cheek with just enough force to cause slight pain. I screamed his name and probably other things I had no awareness of, but he just kept his fingers working me until the last shutter left mybody.
Then he flipped me over and I saw a wicked little grin on hisface.
He wasn't done. Not anywhere close to being done withme.
He reached down and scrunched my bodysuit up over my hips, over my breasts, and then up and over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Then he leaned over and opened the drawer of my nightstand, looking for a condom. Except that was the wrong nightstand. I was in an orgasm induced fog and only realized what he was doing on a time delay. I gasped and was just reaching my hand out to stop him when he burst outlaughing.
Dammit. I wasn't intime.
He reached into the drawer and came back over me with a pink, rubbery bullet-looking device. He held it up and lifted an eyebrow at me inquestion.
"What?" I asked with mock innocence. "I had a five-yeardatingdry spell, not a five-year orgasm-free dry spell. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!" I explained, perfectly reasonably, I might add. My face was on fire, but I wouldn’t apologize for my adulttoy.
"Oh, I have no problem with the vibrator, sweetheart. In fact, I'd love to see it in use. May I?" he asked with an eagersmile.
"Um, sure?" I answered. I wasn't sure what this was about. When my pink friend came out, it was always just me and him. Now it was a threesome, and I wasn't sure how this allworked.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Ivan said, looking quite happy about the turn ofevents.
