Page 52 of I Dreamt Of You

“When you see these, these marks on your beautiful body.” His fingers and lips trace a scar on my stomach; it’s about two inches long from where a piece of glass cut into me. “I want you to think of this moment, how I make you feel.” There is nothing sexual about this; my tears spill over and slide down my cheeks.

“I’ll do this every day until you have no memory of him on your skin.”

With each trace and tender kiss, he places on a mark or scar, I can only think of Jack. The love he is pouring into me, makes me feel special, like I’ve never felt before.

“Every time you look in the mirror, I want you to see that each of them is beautiful, just the way I see you.” I’m crying and I can’t stop the tears from falling, I don’t want to. He keeps kissing every mark on my skin. It’s the therapy I never knew I needed; my breath hitches as more tears come.

“Jack…I…I… don’t know what to say.” My voice is shaky, matching my body every time he touches me.

“You don’t have to say anything.” The feeling I have right now bubbling away in my heart scares me to death, the way he makes me feel, what he’s doing right now for me. I think I... I can’t find the words. That’s not true, I know the words but they won’t come out; my heart and my head feel like they are at war.

I don’t say another word; I just let the tears fall, letting these feelings wash over me, as I accept each and every one of them, my marks and scars, each taking on a new meaning.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I wake up, I’m wrapped in the soft blanket from my bed. I stretch out and my body is aching deliciously. The soft sheets feel cool on my skin as I slide over and sit on the edge of the bed.

When I stand, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My curly red hair is messy. There is a slight glow to my skin. It’s like I’m seeing myself for the first time, from head to toe. My eyes wander the full length of my body while my fingers circle the long scar on my stomach, the silver scar, the softness of the skin, the uneven edges. But what I feel shocks me. All I remember is the way Jack kissed me there, the feeling of his soft lips pressing against it, the way my body felt with each touch. A massive smile spreads across my face. That man, what have I done to deserve such an amazing man? Standing up in front of the mirror, I remember last night, the way we had sex, the way he touched me and made me come. The way he has erased the past for me. And I watch as my cheeks blush in response as I remember what we did downstairs. I can hear him in the kitchen right now, making so much noise and chuckling to himself.

Then I smell pancakes and bacon. I quickly grab his shirt from last night and slide it over my arms, buttoning a few buttons as I walk out of the room downstairs. I watch him for a minute while he cooks; I’ve never seen him cook before. He looks funny, he’s got on a pinny with just his joggers on, top half naked. I can see his full tattoo now, tribal art all down the right side of his body, twisting around his waist and abs, curving around his arm and up around his shoulder and part of his neck. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Every time I see it, I want to touch it and follow the intricate line with my fingers. A bowl crashes to the floor, bringing me back to reality.

“You best be cleaning up this mess,” I say, walking over to him.

“When did you wake up? I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I’ve been awake a while, just thinking of last night.” He grabs my waist and presses me to him. He lifts my legs around his waist and places me on the countertop, leaning forward and nuzzling my neck.

“You smell amazing, you’re making me want you all over again, especially when you’re wearing my shirt like that.” He looks down and tugs at one of the buttons, undoing it in the process. He moves it to the side to reveal one of my breasts. His thumb slowly circled it, sending instant desire where I wanted him most.

“You’re relentless…” but I don’t care, I want him, I want him all the time.

“I want you Jack,” I undo his pinny and giggle as I do, reaching down and sliding his joggers over his tight ass and down his thighs. His cock springs free, he went commando this morning.

“I want you too Millie,” he kisses my neck as he reaches between my legs, finding me wet and ready. He moans and positions his cock at my entrance, before slamming into me, filling me so deeply. The feeling is so intense, my whole body shakes as my body starts to respond to him. My skin flushes with heat as he moves in and out of me, going deeper than I ever thought possible. He grabs my ass to bring me closer, and he presses a finger to my clit and I can’t take it much longer. A wave of pleasure takes over, and I hear Jack mumble something, but I’m lost.

“Fuck Millie. Come for me!” That’s all it takes, and I shatter around him, my walls tighten around him, and I feel his warmth spread in me as another wave of my orgasm takes me. He rides the waves with me until it’s too much and I go to fall back, but he holds me to his chest and kisses me with pure love. I fold my arms around his neck and trace the lines of his tattoo.

“Good morning,” I whisper into his neck.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers back, “I think that was the quickest sex we have ever had.”

“Two minute man.” I laugh and slide off him onto the floor, heading to the toilet to clean myself up.

When I come back out, he is naked with just the pinny on, the strings tied around his waist, leaving his chest in all its fine glory for me to enjoy. I smack his ass when I walk over, making him jump and little. He almost drops the plate of pancakes.

“Oops, sorry, I just can’t resist you in that pinny, it’s like having my own naked butler.” I laugh at him as he sets it all on the table, while I take a seat.

“All for you, Millie. Oh and to make up for my two minutes, I’m taking you out today on a date.”

“I enjoyed the two minutes, I think it’s the quickest you have ever made me…happy.” I smile. I know my cheeks are red right now.

“I love how you blush, what happens when you think of what we did in the kitchen last night? It was one of the hottest, sexiest nights of my life.” He eyes me while he shoves a pancake in his mouth and almost spits it out again, trying not to laugh as my face goes bright red, and I put my head in my hands.

“Oh my life, I don’t know why it happens, it was one of the best nights of my life too and I’m not just talking about the sex.” I trace one of the small scars on my arm, smiling softly, remembering how he made me feel all over again.

“I don’t know why you did it, but, thank you.” Lifting my head up to look at him, I realise he is frowning at me.

“Why are you frowning?”

“Because, you should know why I did that last night. I. Love. You. Millie. I don’t want you to think of him ever again, so I made you think of me instead.” I think I knew that deep down, but admitting it was something else.

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