The cool marble eyes that appeared before me were no longer those of a stranger, no they weren't cold, cool. Cool, calm, collected, yet warmed by the infatuation that licked upon their depths. This was the look I'd grown accustomed to upon the years of being held in these comforting arms. These were the eyes of my protector, my savior, my everything. I didn't know the meaning of the saying, the eyes are the window to the soul before I'd met him. All other's I looked upon carried blank stares, walls, secrets. This gaze was of one who had opened himself entirely to me, his eyes held no secrets, neither did that heart. I felt my own eyes well with tears as I peered affectionately up at this face. This was my perfection, the man made specifically with me in mind. Everything about him, hand crafted with everything I needed. His smile, crooked in the way that I found so endearing, the right side of his lips tugging upward just slightly more than the right side. The softened look around his eyes, that look only I earned from him. His strong, hard jawline that I had trailed ever so kisses across in both lust and love. This was the face that had endured my worst moment and my best, and had been beside me through them. This was the face I'd cried to when the whole world hand came crumbling down upon me. It was this face that had explored every part of me, had convinced me of my beauty in my darkest moments. My gaze drifted down to the hands that held mine tenderly, wrapped around my waist. Strong, capable, soft hands that enveloped my smaller fingers in the gentlest of caresses. It was these hands that kept me tethered to this earth. It was these hands that reached out to me when everyone else walked away. It was these hands that had held mine while I'd been clad in white, and had drawn comforting circles on my wrist with their thumbs as I'd stumbled through an, "I do." It'd been those hands that had caressed my face on our first night together, those hands that hand gently cradled our children, those hands that had never struck against me, only tender and gentle. My gaze then returned to his face, wrinkled in happiness and love. This was mine, this was the man I'd met and had felt instantly connected to. He caught my eyes with his own and gave me that smirk I enjoyed so much. He kissed my nose softly, pulling away, only to rest his nose upon my own with the tenderest of affection.
"What are you looking at, beautiful?" He asked softly, the tv he'd been watching momentarily forgotten as his free hand went to my head, his fingers running softly through my hair. I could feel those tears fall down my cheeks, let loose by the perfectness of this ordinary moment, two people, their bodies merging into one. This was the moments I'd remember forever, the moments I'd do anything for. The moments where I felt as if we were one, and I knew he could feel it as well as he looked back at me with those crystalline eyes.
"My addiction, my infatuation, my soul mate. The man that has captivated my heart. The one I yearn for." I answered, kissing his nose ever so softly. Then, I gave a wicked grin, licking his nose. "The slowest man on earth!" I exclaim as I scrambled out of his lap, dashing into the kitchen before he had a chance to return the lick I'd just placed on the tip of his nose. The lovely sound of his chuckling comes to my ears as I place the island between us. He rustles into the kitchen, his once calmed blue eyes now lively with playfulness.
"We'll see who his slow when I catch you, Lissiepoo." I giggle at the nickname that slips past his pursed lips as I fake to the right and then dash to the left, running as fast as I could. Of course, I didn't make it very far before I was softly tackled to the ground, his strong arms pinning me down as I squirmed. He looked down at my face, smirking as he grabbed my wrists, keeping me from moving. "Now, you've been a very naughty girl, missy." He spoke gruffly, the way that made everything below my belly button clench deliciously. It was then that I became very aware of his toned body pressed against mine, his legs pressing into my hips. I gave him the most innocent look I could, widening my eyes as I tried not to let him see how much that simple sentence had effected me.
"I don't believe I know what you are talking about." I spoke wistfully, breathlessly, and I bit my lip, my eyes still trained on his. His gaze immediately lowered to my lips and remained there as my inside were licked with fire. He lowered his head as if to kiss me, but at the last moment turned his face to whisper in my ear, "I believe you do." His soft breath whispering across my ear lobe was enough to make me shiver in delight. squirmed, trying to kiss him, but his grip tightened slightly and he grinned down at me almost dangerously, the sultry way his eyes gleamed leaving me utterly useless. "Oh no, it's my turn to tease you." He lowered his face to mine, looking it my eyes as he brushed his nose against mine. breaking eye contact, he trailed soft kisses up my cheekbones, down my jawline, where he stopped right before his reached my spot. He brushed his lips against the tender spot there, his gentle touch melting me into a shivering mess. "I want you to moan." He whispered against my neck. "I want you to beg me to kiss you." He gazed up at me and I gazed back at him stubbornly and moodily. He wasn't giving me what I wanted, those soft lips pressed against mine. There was no way I was giving him what he wanted. He chuckled huskily, turning his attention back to my skin as he grazed his teeth against my skin, making me gasp, my body clenching. "You will beg me, I promise." He whispered against my skin as he trailed soft kisses down my neck, nibbling his way down the entire length of my neck, leaving me gasping and shivering. I felt my resolve wavering with every contact his teeth made to my tender skin.
"Please." I whispered softly, biting my lip softly. He shook his head, brushing his lips against my collar bone. "Not convincing enough." He gently spoke against my skin, leaving me shivering. He raised up, looking at my face as he released my hands. I reached up to draw him into me and he shook his head. "Touch me and we start over again." I gave him an annoyed glance, irritation run through me until his fingers grazed up my shirt, tickling along my skin. I gasped, looking up at him as he grinned down at me. His fingers traveled upwards until they met the sensitive skin of my scars, running along them. I felt myself undone as his touch sent my body into a trembling fit of desire. He lowered his head to my neck, biting and sucking at my spot and his fingers scratching softly across my scars. My back arched against his body and I let out a breathless moan, my hands reaching out to pull on his hair. "My god, please baby. Please, kiss me, please." He lifted off the ground, placing my legs around his hips and pressing my back against the wall as my lips met his with a fevered haste. His fingers grazed the tender skin of my scar once more and I was sent over the edge, moaning as I scratched my hands down his back, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth, drowning myself in him. Desire licked at my core, and I closed the distance between us pressing myself against him...
And the dream ends there. c;
"What are you looking at, beautiful?" He asked softly, the tv he'd been watching momentarily forgotten as his free hand went to my head, his fingers running softly through my hair. I could feel those tears fall down my cheeks, let loose by the perfectness of this ordinary moment, two people, their bodies merging into one. This was the moments I'd remember forever, the moments I'd do anything for. The moments where I felt as if we were one, and I knew he could feel it as well as he looked back at me with those crystalline eyes.
"My addiction, my infatuation, my soul mate. The man that has captivated my heart. The one I yearn for." I answered, kissing his nose ever so softly. Then, I gave a wicked grin, licking his nose. "The slowest man on earth!" I exclaim as I scrambled out of his lap, dashing into the kitchen before he had a chance to return the lick I'd just placed on the tip of his nose. The lovely sound of his chuckling comes to my ears as I place the island between us. He rustles into the kitchen, his once calmed blue eyes now lively with playfulness.
"We'll see who his slow when I catch you, Lissiepoo." I giggle at the nickname that slips past his pursed lips as I fake to the right and then dash to the left, running as fast as I could. Of course, I didn't make it very far before I was softly tackled to the ground, his strong arms pinning me down as I squirmed. He looked down at my face, smirking as he grabbed my wrists, keeping me from moving. "Now, you've been a very naughty girl, missy." He spoke gruffly, the way that made everything below my belly button clench deliciously. It was then that I became very aware of his toned body pressed against mine, his legs pressing into my hips. I gave him the most innocent look I could, widening my eyes as I tried not to let him see how much that simple sentence had effected me.
"I don't believe I know what you are talking about." I spoke wistfully, breathlessly, and I bit my lip, my eyes still trained on his. His gaze immediately lowered to my lips and remained there as my inside were licked with fire. He lowered his head as if to kiss me, but at the last moment turned his face to whisper in my ear, "I believe you do." His soft breath whispering across my ear lobe was enough to make me shiver in delight. squirmed, trying to kiss him, but his grip tightened slightly and he grinned down at me almost dangerously, the sultry way his eyes gleamed leaving me utterly useless. "Oh no, it's my turn to tease you." He lowered his face to mine, looking it my eyes as he brushed his nose against mine. breaking eye contact, he trailed soft kisses up my cheekbones, down my jawline, where he stopped right before his reached my spot. He brushed his lips against the tender spot there, his gentle touch melting me into a shivering mess. "I want you to moan." He whispered against my neck. "I want you to beg me to kiss you." He gazed up at me and I gazed back at him stubbornly and moodily. He wasn't giving me what I wanted, those soft lips pressed against mine. There was no way I was giving him what he wanted. He chuckled huskily, turning his attention back to my skin as he grazed his teeth against my skin, making me gasp, my body clenching. "You will beg me, I promise." He whispered against my skin as he trailed soft kisses down my neck, nibbling his way down the entire length of my neck, leaving me gasping and shivering. I felt my resolve wavering with every contact his teeth made to my tender skin.
"Please." I whispered softly, biting my lip softly. He shook his head, brushing his lips against my collar bone. "Not convincing enough." He gently spoke against my skin, leaving me shivering. He raised up, looking at my face as he released my hands. I reached up to draw him into me and he shook his head. "Touch me and we start over again." I gave him an annoyed glance, irritation run through me until his fingers grazed up my shirt, tickling along my skin. I gasped, looking up at him as he grinned down at me. His fingers traveled upwards until they met the sensitive skin of my scars, running along them. I felt myself undone as his touch sent my body into a trembling fit of desire. He lowered his head to my neck, biting and sucking at my spot and his fingers scratching softly across my scars. My back arched against his body and I let out a breathless moan, my hands reaching out to pull on his hair. "My god, please baby. Please, kiss me, please." He lifted off the ground, placing my legs around his hips and pressing my back against the wall as my lips met his with a fevered haste. His fingers grazed the tender skin of my scar once more and I was sent over the edge, moaning as I scratched my hands down his back, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth, drowning myself in him. Desire licked at my core, and I closed the distance between us pressing myself against him...
And the dream ends there. c;