My Dream....

My dream….

He calls me that morning. Not a text. Asks me how I am, how I slept, how my kids are, what I had for breakfast. Tells me he just wanted to say hello because he was thinking about me. Because I was on his mind. Because he wanted to hear my voice. Tells me he has something special for us later on that nite, so to not make any plans. He was going to pick me up and take me back to his place. I was surprised. He had never done anything like this before, and I was looking forward to it. I went to work and my day was the norm until I had a beautiful bouquet of flowers sent to my desk with a simple note, “Can’t wait till tonite…” He was spoiling me. He was bringing smiles to my face. That nite when I got home, there was a package at my front door waiting for me. I opened it up and on top of the box was another note, “I know I’m not the best dresser, but I think I did a pretty good job picking something out for you.” I unwrapped the tissue paper and saw sexy black lingerie lying on top; matching bra and thong. I looked at the sizes and was surprised he had gotten it all right. I lifted more tissue paper and found a simple yet gorgeous red dress. He knew red was my favorite color. He knew I had been searching for a red dress and he had found one that was perfect for me. Slightly low cut, long side split, and fitted. I soaked in my bathwater infused with lavender oil and coconut milk, rubbed my body down with scented oils and lotion, sprayed on my FlowerBomb and slipped into my new lingerie and dress. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, I was surprised to see another package on my doorstep. He had thought of everything. In the box was a sexy strappy pair of stiletto sandals. I slipped then on my feet, finished last minute make up touches and drank a glass of wine while I waited for him to pick me up.

The doorbell rang again. When I opened it, I was stunned to see him dressed in a sharp black suit with a starched white collared shirt and cuff links. He was never one who liked to dress up, but when he did, he was more dashing than ever. His tall lean body was leaning against the door when I opened it up and he was smiling. After my shock wore off, I smiled and he grabbed me and kissed me like we hadn’t been dating for months but like it was our first kiss. It was passionate and lit my whole body on fire. He held me close. Kissed my neck. Kissed my lips. Whispered in my ear, “You look absolutely beautiful, Babe.” I stepped back. “You look rather handsome yourself.”  He pulled me in close again and continued to kiss me until I didn’t even want to leave the house. As I tried to bring him into the house, he held his ground and pulled me out of the house, telling me we had to leave. We had things to do. I grabbed my clutch purse and we left.

He opened my car door for me, made sure I was comfortable, and then came around the other side and got in. He told me we were going to dinner first. We drove up through Hollywood and pulled up at one of my favorite restaurants, Asia de Cuba. It was one of those moments where I realized he actually did listen to some of the things I said because I had probably mentioned only a couple times that I loved this place, but we never came. Valet opened the door for me, and I stepped out. My baby came around and took my hand in his and walked me in where the hostess sat us at a table overlooking the entire city. It was breathtaking. I was smiling from ear to ear and he was smiling just enjoying the moment of me feeling like a complete princess. We ordered a bottle of wine, shared an Hors d'oeuvre, ordered the family platter entrees and dessert, all the while of him holding my hand at times as we talked, reaching over and kissing me, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me in his life. We were like teenage kids laughing and talking about everything under the sun. We finished and as we walked out and waited for our car, I hugged him and told him how much I appreciated the nite. He told me it wasn’t over yet. In actuality, it was just the beginning.

We drove back to his house. He helped me out and as we walked up towards his front steps, I saw rose petals on the ground. They were sprinkled everywhere. He opened the door and I stood with my mouth open in disbelief. Rose petals were everywhere. Candles were lit all throughout the house, bouquets of roses were in corners and Miles Davis was playing in the background. He smiled again at my face, took my hand and led me to the couch where champagne was waiting for us. He poured two glasses, kissed my lips and told me, “Tonite is your nite Babe. It’s all about you and all I want you to do is just relax and enjoy it.” He wrapped his arms and we danced to jazz, my head resting on his chest; savoring the moment.

As we danced slowly, he unzipped my dress, kissing body parts as he peeled the dress off my body. His hands never moved away from my body, his lips followed his hands. I stepped out of the dress and continued to sway with him, bra, thong, and stilettos only. He had already taken his jacket off, so I began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped me, reminding me, “You don’t have to do any work tonite.” He picked me up, carried me into the candlelit bedroom and laid me down on the bed gently.

The music had now switched to ‘Oldies but Goodies’; Luther Vandross, Isley Brothers, Earth, Wind & Fire. He began to unbutton his shirt as I gazed at him. He was so damn sexy to me. He undid his cuff links, placed them on his dresser and pulled his shirt off. His chest was smooth, not a lot of hair at all, just how I liked it. His stomach was flat, arms muscular. He began to unbuckle his belt and stopped, staring at me. He bent down and kissed my lips again. I pulled him down towards me, but me moved away. He took off the belt and unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his boxer briefs I had given him for Valentine’s Day. He was completely erect. My mouth wanted him desperately, but I already knew he wouldn’t let me. He came down next to me, kissing me. Turned me on my stomach and kissed me from my neck all the way down the center of my spine, both sides of my butt cheeks, resting his lips where the string stops on my thong. He pulled the thong off, and as he pulled it off my feet, his mouth was between my legs, savoring the taste of me, creating moans from my mouth. He raised my ass up more so he could have easier access to his dessert and as I came, he held on to my legs so I couldn’t move away from him. He didn’t stop, he flipped me over and continued to feast on my wetness, sucking on my clit, sliding his fingers inside, creating more convulsions throughout my body. I came so many times, I was completely spent. He had been down there for a long time and all I wanted was for him to be as satisfied as I was. I begged him to let me put him in my mouth. I asked him to let me ride him. He said no. He knew I was exhausted. He knew I wanted more, but he waited. He came behind me, wrapped his arms tightly around my body, entwined his legs with mine and I fell asleep almost immediately with a smile on my face.

I woke up the next morning with him kissing my face. He was standing there, naked, a tray in hand filled with coffee, mimosas, scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, grits and fruit. He sat me up in bed, walked to the other side of the bed, set the tray down and began to feed me and him the breakfast he had made for us. We talked about the nite before. I told him again how special I felt and how much I appreciated it. He told me I was deserving of that and more. We shared the breakfast, talked, watched the morning news together. Then he got me out of the bed and guided me into the bathroom, where he had set of bubble bath for me. He helped me step in, got a cloth, and began to bathe me. It was so sensual, he kissed different body parts as he washed my body down. And then, he had me bend my head back and he washed my hair for me. It doesn’t take a lot of work to do it, since I don’t have much hair, but I had never had a man wash my hair before as much as I loved a man to rub my head, and when he poured the warm water over my head, I felt nothing but love and desire and appreciation for this man. I was aroused by him taking care of me. He was so gentle, so protective of making sure no water or soap got in my eyes. He was considerate of not having the water too hot against my scalp and I was thankful for his love and attentiveness.

He helped me out of the bathtub, dried my body off just slightly with a towel and guided me back into the bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, he came down on top of me and slid himself into me with ease. I was ready for him. I had been wanting him for the past 24 hours and as he entered me, I held on to his back and came immediately. He stroked me deep, lifted my legs on to his shoulders and kept his body close to mine. I was entranced with the feeling of him in me. Overwhelmed with the emotions for him. Caught up in the friction as our bodies moved together, creating fire between the two of us. My muscles were contracting and he could feel them tighten up around him and as he gave one last deep stroke, he came. Hard. Strong. Powerful.

He let my legs down and lay on top of me, still inside of me, kissing my lips softly, arms around my shoulders with his hands on my head.

“I adore you,” he said. He kissed me again.

My dream….