Dream Lover

by Té Russ

  “Don't! He's gone Johnny and he won't be coming back. Just...just stay here with me. Don't go.”

  She threw her arms around his neck as she continued to beg him not to leave. He wrapped his arms around her waist, crushing her to him. Then he grabbed her face and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her like he'd never kissed her before. He needed her to feel his love for her. He'd kissed her passionately before, but never with so much love.

  He broke the kiss off and looked deep into her eyes.

  “You have to know, I would never physically hurt you or our children.” He'd said “our children” and he wasn't sure how she'd respond to that declaration. She simply smiled and whispered, “I know.”

  Then he kissed her again. She opened her mouth for him and he dipped his tongue in, swirling it around and mated with hers. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. As he held her up with one arm around her waist, his other hand skimmed up her shirt and he unhooked her bra. He held her against the door and lifted up her shirt. He dipped his head to taste one miraculous breast then the other.

  Liz was on fire. She pulled his head up and kissed him again. “I need you,” she whispered against his lips. He stopped and looked at her. “Are you sure?” he asked slowly.

  She nodded, looking at him. He unhooked her legs from around him and swung her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

  He laid her on the bed and stared in to her eyes. “Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asked again. “There may have been a chance of turning back before, but once this happens there will definitely be no turning back.”

  “I'm ready.” She'd been a fool to wait so long for him. He loved her, worshiped her. He loved her enough to wait for her to come to the realization in her own time. The realization that the reason she couldn't live with out him was more than just because they were best friends. She was completely in love with this man, and had probably been so from the moment he helped her on the street that fateful morning five years ago.

  John thought his heart would burst when he looked into her eyes and saw the love he'd been praying that he would one day receive from her. He gently kissed her again, then he deepened the kiss. He took her shirt off and began to kiss her breast again.

  “You are magnificent,” he said as he nipped one of her breast. She gasped and snapped her eyes shut, trying to steady her breathing, but she was burning up.

  Then he unsnapped her jeans and slowly unzipped them. It was his turn to gasp when he found the tiniest scrap of underwear underneath that matched the red lace bra that had been previously discarded. He looked at her.

  “Do you always wear underwear like this?”

  She smiled sheepishly. He smiled at her as well and replied, “What a lucky man I am!”

  He stood up and began to undress in front of her. She propped herself up, feeling slightly bolder as she watched him. Her eyes grew wide when she saw how aroused he was for her.

  He went to her in the bed, hovering over her and he kissed her deeply again.

  Suddenly he stopped and looked up. He didn't have anything to protect her. He knew she would be the mother of his children, but he wasn't sure if she'd be willing so soon. He cursed under his breath.

  Liz stared at him for a moment, then asked, “What's the matter?”

  “I don't have any protection, baby.” He moved to get up. “I can run downstairs to the store-”

  “John,” she cut him off grabbing his arm. “It's fine.”

  “No it's not, baby. I don't want to get you pregnant the first time we make love.”

  “No, John, it's fine. I'm on the Pill.”

  He stared at her for a moment. “Thank goodness!” He went back in the bed and began to kiss her all over. She wouldn't keep still under the onslaught of his kissing every inch of her body.

  “John, I feel like I'm going to explode.”

  He let out a ragged laugh. “Don't explode on me yet baby. We've barely gotten started.”

  He nudged her legs open with his knee and caressed the inside of her thigh before kissing the same place he'd just touched. He thought he saw a flash of nervousness in her face, but it left as quickly as it had come.

  She arched up towards him, her body calling out to him.

  He slowly and lovingly entered her. When he felt her tightness, his eyes flew open. He looked down and saw a look of pain on her face. When she felt him stop, she opened her eyes to see the shocked look on his face.

  “If you stop now, Johnathon Parker, I will never speak to you again.”

  The honor that had just been bestowed on him was overwhelming. He leaned over and grazed his lips across hers.

  “What my lady wants, my lady gets.”

  He placed his hands on her hips so he could get better control.

  “Don’t tense up,” he whispered. “It will feel great in a minute.”

  He didn't lie to her. She relaxed and as her body adjusted to accommodate him, a whole new feeling washed over her. She whispered his name.

  “John...”

  “I'm all yours now Peaches. Do whatever you want.”

  She lifted her hips, causing him to go even deeper into her body and he gripped her hips even tighter.

  Then they began to move. They moved in a rhythm that was theirs and theirs alone. It would never be able to be duplicated.

  Liz didn't know what was going on with her body. She was hot, then she was cold, and then she was hot all over again.

  He began moving in and out of her at a quicker pace and she matched him stroke for stroke. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

  “I love you, Elizabeth.”

  Unchecked tears were falling down her cheeks. “And I love you Johnathon.” He gathered her up in her arms and kissed her tears away.

  As he began to move even faster, she wrapped her legs and around him and they both came undone. She screamed out his name as she experienced her first orgasm ever, followed by her second. He threw his head back, gritting his teeth and finally released his seed inside of her. They lay there for minutes, neither saying anything, just taking in as much air as they could get.

  Finally, he rolled on to his back, never letting her go. He stared at her, asking her the question with his eyes he had yet to ask with his mouth.

  She buried her face in his chest. “Don't look at me like that Johnny?”

  He smiled. “Like what Lizzie?”

  “Like I'm some innocent virgin.”

  “Well up until a short while ago, you were. Maybe not so innocent though.”

  She gently punched him in the side. “Shut up.”

  He laughed as he held her. She sighed and tried to explain. “I never really made time to date. You know that though. And as far as being on the Pill, it's for medical purposes only.”

  “Not anymore,” he mumbled.

  “I heard that, Johnathon,” she said punching him in the side again. This time in retaliation he pinned her down and kissed her. She began to blush. He tilted his head to the side.

  “What are you thinking?”

  “When can we do it again?”

  He chuckled as he stood up, feeling himself become aroused again already. “I have a feeling you're going to be insatiable.”

  A look of doubt crossed her face. “Is that bad?”

  He leaned back on the bed and kissed her. “Not at all baby. In fact, it's wonderful!”

  He headed for the bathroom as she asked, “Where are you going?”

  “To run you a bath.”

  “But I thought-”

  “We've got all night to do that Peaches. Surely you must be sore after the first time.”

  She lay back on the bed and began to feel the ache between her legs that he'd just mentioned. Soon he returned and scooped her off the bed. “Are you always this gallant of a man?” she teased.

  He stopped for a moment and looked at her. “You know I am.”

  She smiled and replied. “Yes, I do.”

  He placed her in t
he warm water. She looked up at him. “Are you going to get in?”

  He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Not this time. But I will come back and wash your back in a minute.” He needed a moment alone to contemplate the magnitude of what had just happened.

  A virgin! His Lizzie was a virgin. And she'd just given one of her most precious gifts to him. He pondered how she could make such sensual art and have never been intimate before.

  He went and picked up his pants and took the small jewelry box out of his pocket. He opened it up, looked at the princess cut solitaire diamond and smiled. The time was coming soon. He knew he had gambled big when he bought the ring almost as soon as he realized he was in love with her, but his patience with her was paying off.

  “I'm ready for my back to be washed,” he heard the sexiest voice crooning to him. He closed the box and put it back in his pocket. Soon, he thought as he went back into the bathroom.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked once he re-entered the bathroom.

  “Much better,” she said stretching.

  He felt his arousal thicken as he watched her stretching, with water glistening all over her. She seemed to notice and added, “And ready for you to join me in here.”

  This time he did not deny her request. He got into the large tub with her then he picked her up and straddled her legs over him. He pulled her mouth on to his and tugged on her bottom lip as his hands roamed her body.

  “What about my back?” she asked, still kissing him.

  “Later,” he growled and in one smooth motion he lifted her up and entered her in one sure thrust. She gasped at the initial contact then moaned. The feeling of her being on top and in charge made her feel powerful. And he was powerless, as she began to move her hips on him. As she ground lower onto him, he held onto the side of the tub.

  “You are a fast learner,” he muttered.

  She gave him a wicked smiled and replied, “I have the best teacher.”

  He sat up and wrapped an arm around her waist and grabbed one of her wet breast, with the other hand.

  “You taste better than I could have ever imagined.”

  She couldn't respond any other way than quicken her movements on him. She felt heat spreading from her womanly core outward to every inch of her body. She threw her arms around his neck, clutching her to him as if he were her lifeline, and at the same time, she felt like he was killing her in the gentlest manner.

  She was gasping for air. He went deeper inside of her and still, it didn't feel deep enough. She dug her fingernails into his back and her body began to shake uncontrollably. He now had both arms wrapped tightly around her waist and soon they both went over the edge as they climaxed together.

  They sat there for a long time before he turned her around and began to wash her back. Afterward, he washed her everywhere else; and he was pleasantly surprised when she returned the favor.

  He dried her off and carried her back to the bed. He held her for a long time after, stroking her hair until they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 16

  John was woken by the early morning sun shining on his face. He rolled over to reach for Liz, only to realize he was in the bed alone. He looked at the clock and noticed the time. He'd wanted to get up early and make breakfast; but after the night he'd had with Liz, he was surprised to have woken up when he did.

  John had been correct in his prediction that Liz would be insatiable. After sleeping for a short while, she'd awaken him, energetic and ready for more. They'd made love well into the early morning.

  Suddenly he sat up. He sniffed, then he sniffed again. Was that food he smelled? He hopped out of bed and pulled his pants on. He headed out of the room to investigate. It couldn't be Liz cooking. She never cooked. The woman could barely boil water. He turned and stopped at the kitchen entrance and was taken by complete surprise.

  Liz was cooking. And it smelled amazing. His mind was no longer on food as he watched her move around the kitchen. She was wearing his shirt from the night before. He felt his body stir and at that moment the only thing he was hungry for was the woman moving around the kitchen.

  “Everything smells great,” he called out to her.

  She jumped and screamed at the top of her lungs. She grasped her hand over her chest.

  “Johnny,” she breathed, “You scared me half to death!”

  He looked at her with questioning eyes and she gave him an exasperated sigh. “I figured you would still be asleep.”

  “How could I sleep with the smells of such great foods coming from in here?” He looked around. “Where did you get it from?”

  “I will have you know, Johnathon Parker, that I cooked all of this food myself.”

  “You don't cook Peaches.”

  She looked down at the ground, swaying from side to side. “I've been taking lessons.”

  “Lessons?” he repeated.

  She snapped her head up, slightly irritated.

  “Yes. I've been going to a class once a week. Plus I've been watching some stuff on the Internet.”

  A slow grin spread across his face. “Why are you taking cooking lessons Peaches?”

  She sighed. “You have been cooking for me for five years John. I just figured if I learned a little more, I could cook for you sometimes.”

  He pulled her into his arms and lifted her chin to look her in the eyes. He kissed the tip of her nose. “If I didn't enjoy cooking, I would have gone into a different profession. I love cooking for you. I love taking care of you. But I do appreciate you doing this for me.”

  He kissed her softly on the lips. “Is everything ready?”

  She smiled. “Just about! Sit down.”

  She served him and hearty breakfast and he was impressed on how well everything turned out. “Wow Peaches,” he said finishing off his second helping of pancakes, cheese eggs, bacon and sausage. “You did an outstanding job on this breakfast. Looks like I'll be coming over here to eat from now on.”

  She laughed. “How about next time we work as a team?”

  He laughed with her as he stood. “Working as a team with you will be great.”

  She began to stand, but he gently pushed her back down. “You will not get up from here until I finish taking care of these dishes.”

  “But-”

  “No buts. You just made me a wonderful breakfast, you're going to sit here and enjoy your coffee, while I clean this up.”

  He quickly cleared off the table, then rinsed off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Once he started the dishwasher, Liz got up from the table and went to John. He stared at her lovingly. “I can't believe with all you've been busy with lately, you'd take time out to take cooking lessons.”

  She had no other reply other than to shrug her shoulders. “Now,” he said as he leaned over her pressing her hips against the island. “It's time for dessert.”

  She looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I didn't make any kind of dessert.”

  He nimbly lifted her up and sat her on the island. Standing in between her legs, he held her face in his hands and gave her a kiss that seared her from her head all the way to her toes.

  He gave her an intensely passionate stare, then leaned forward kissing the base of her neck. He inhaled her scent that was now scorched into his memory and would be able to determine blindfolded. As he continued to kiss her neck he murmured, “Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm having Peaches for dessert.”

  Liz sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in her hand, staring at the island. She knew she would never look at that island the same again. She blushed every time she thought of the things they'd done.

  When John told her he was having 'Peaches' for dessert, he had not exaggerated. He'd literally tasted her from head to toe, taking his time in between.

  He left shortly after their impromptu kitchen rendezvous, because he had to go back to his apartment to get cleaned up and dressed for work.

  She stood and walked over to the sink
to rinse out her cup, deep in thought. Maybe it was time for John to start leaving clothes at her place. Sure they'd only began being intimate for the first time the night before, but they'd been dating for nearly two months now and had been friends for many years.

  She didn't know how he would feel about her proposition, but she figured it couldn't hurt to ask. She doubted he would break up with her. She felt their bond had grown even stronger since giving themselves to each other.

  She'd felt complete when they were making love and even after they'd finished, it seemed like they were one entity instead of two separate people. He hadn't been gone for very long and she missed him so much she ached for him. She'd been afraid to call him as soon as he left, because she didn't want to come off as too clingy; but she was quite happy when she heard her phone's designated ringtone for John.

  They talked until he reached his apartment. Before he hung up, he paused for a moment then said, “I love you Peaches.” She didn't hesitate in her response when she said, “I love you too Johnny.”

  Her thoughts shifted to the events that occurred in her apartment before John had showed up. She pulled the sleeve of sweater up to look at her arm. The purple bruising on her mocha colored skin had set John off into a flying rage.

  She knew he hadn't embellished when he'd threatened to go and kill the man. However, her begging him not to leave had been the catalyst of them taking their relationship to the next level.

  She sighed pulling her sleeve down on her arm. She was extremely relieved that John had showed up, but she pondered what would have happened if he hadn't gotten there when he did.

  She became enraged at the thought that the man had the nerve to even think about taking one of her pieces of art to sell in an attempt to make some money off of her.

  She left the kitchen, taking her cell phone with her and sat down on the couch. She exhaled deeply as she spoke her sister’s name into the voice control. She didn't want to burden her mother with the events that happened, at least not at moment.

  “Hello?” Leigh answered after the third ring.

  “Dad showed up at my apartment last night.”