My Dream Man

by Marie Solka

  I noticed him observing the apartment interior, probably analyzing it, organizing the objects like the food on his plate. “I had hoped to see your place last time, but someone shut the door in my face.”

  I grinned, then reached for a vase and filled it with water. “Not everyone gets invited to the inner sanctum.” I placed the flowers in the vase and set it on the center of the kitchen table. Then I walked back to where he stood and eyed him in a seductive manner. “That’s reserved for someone special.”

  He came over and gave me a peck on the lips. “I like being in that category.”

  He was in his own category. He had no idea.

  “So what do you want to do tonight?” he asked, looking hopeful.

  I gave him a look that conveyed what I wanted to do. “We could go out to eat or we could grab some food and bring it back here. What would you prefer?” I asked.

  He looked at me like that was a trick question. “I’d like to pick something up and bring it back here?” He made a face like he hoped he got the right answer.

  “Okay,” I said, leaving the choice up to him. He fished his keys out of his pocket and we headed out.

  Greg didn’t know what he was in the mood for, so I suggested the Asian place my mom and I went to the night before. I got the impression he would’ve said yes to anything as long as we eventually ended up back at my place.

  Once we’d returned to the apartment I asked, “Did you want beer, wine, soda?”

  “What are you having?”

  “I think I’ll have wine tonight.”

  Greg smiled. “I’ll have some too.”

  I opened a bottle, poured us each a glass and put the food on real plates. Then I joined Greg at the kitchen table. The sun was setting and rays flooded in through the sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold light.

  “You look so beautiful the way the sunlight’s hitting you,” Greg said.

  On impulse, I reached up and unpinned my hair, letting the expensive updo spill down my shoulders, then I ran my fingers through it as he watched.

  “Thank you,” I said in a soft voice, not taking my eyes from his.

  Greg sat mesmerized. No man had ever stared at me that way. If I could have put on any more of a show I would have just to keep seeing that expression, but I was out of moves.

  We continued staring at each other, the sexual tension in the room palpable. I reached for my wine glass and lifted it. He found his and did the same. “To my dad,” Greg said. I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he’d bring him up right now. “If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have met you.”

  I smiled, then tapped my goblet to his. “To Michael Varo.”

  We drank and ate, and afterward I felt relaxed but not tipsy, so I decided to cool it on the wine. I wanted to remember every detail of this evening.

  I rose from the table. “Do you want to see the rest of the place?”

  He nodded, then got up and followed me down the hall. “You’ve seen the living room and the kitchen,” I said. “Here’s the bathroom and off to the right is my room.”

  Greg peeked inside the bedroom. “Am I allowed to go in there?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to check with my parents,” I said.

  He smiled. “I’m going to use the restroom. When I come back let me know what they said.”

  While he was gone I sat on the edge of the bed and took some deep breaths. I wasn’t nervous; I just wanted to get in the zone. I closed my eyes for a minute, and when I opened them next Greg was standing in front of me, staring down.

  “I love it when you look at me like that,” I said.

  “Like what? Am I doing something sexy and unaware of it?”

  I giggled. “Yeah.” Then I leaned back on my elbows and pushed out my chest. “You’re observing me like a specimen. You do that a lot. It turns me on.”

  Greg sat down next to me and blatantly ogled my breasts. Then he put his hand on my bare knee. “May I study what’s under this dress? In the name of science, of course.”

  His touch made me melt, and his sexy nerdy talk was an unexpected bonus. I sat back up, mouth slightly parted, aching for his kiss. “Uh huh,” I said.

  No sooner than I’d said that his lips were pressed against mine. His kisses weren’t as gentle as last time. These were stronger, hungrier. I found myself gasping with pleasure.

  Greg’s hand slid up my leg and I instinctively opened them wider. He leaned me against the bed and began kissing my neck until I was panting. Then he slipped his finger inside me and I cried out in ecstasy. Frustrated, I tugged at my clothes, and eventually wiggled my dress over my head.

  Greg paused to look at my bra and panties. He made a groan of appreciation, then began fumbling with his free hand to unclasp the back of my bra. His other hand stayed between my legs, making sure the pleasure didn’t stop. I heard a snap, then he tossed the bra aside. Within seconds my breast was being cupped and sucked ferociously.

  I was so crazed all I could do was enjoy the combined sensations. I wanted to kiss him too, but he was in control and I could do nothing but submit to his advances. Between satisfied pants I was able to utter a coherent request. “Want…your clothes…off… ”

  Just like that his lips disengaged and he sat up, using his free hand to pull his sweater over his head. His compellingly messy hair got even messier in the process, which only made him look cuter. I rose to my knees and leaned in to kiss his lips while I let my hands roam over his chest. I was going to focus on him, but then he slid a second finger inside me and it felt so good I gasped.

  His mouth found my breast while his free hand groped the other. It was too much, and I began writhing my hips against his fingers. I closed my eyes and felt the waves of rapture wash over me. It was so powerful I moaned from the depths of my being.

  Once it passed and my breathing slowed, I collapsed on the bed. “Oh my God,” I murmured.

  It finally happened. In real life. And it was amazing.

  Greg leaned over me and kissed my lips. “That experiment worked better than expected,” he whispered playfully in my ear.

  I was glowing with delight and I couldn’t stop smiling. I climbed up onto my elbows, thinking we were going to make love, but he said, “You can just lie back down. I’m not done gathering data yet.” Then he used his hands to gently spread my legs and began kissing the inside of my thigh. He slowly worked his way up until his tongue was caressing me and getting me tingly.

  I had just settled down from the first orgasm, but was feeling like it could happen again. I didn’t know what he was doing exactly, but compared to Brian, he was an advanced technician. Within minutes I was shuddering from another orgasm. And to my disbelief it felt even better. Earth-shaking.

  Greg poked his head up and smiled at me. “I’d say this is going really well.”

  “Uh huh.”

  Greg rubbed his cheek against my thighs as my breathing calmed, then he surprised me by slipping his fingers back inside me. He began gliding his tongue while he thrust his fingers at the same time.

  My body trembled and the waves came over me for a third time. This orgasm lingered longer, curling my fingertips and my toes. I couldn’t believe this was for real.

  Greg climbed up next to me and smiled, quite satisfied with himself. “Now you’re ready,” he said. “Get on top. I want to watch you.”

  I didn’t know where I’d find the energy, but I climbed on his lap and moaned as he filled me up. I gazed down at his beautiful face, then closed my eyes and rocked back and forth, losing myself in the process. His hands found my hips and he used them to make the thrusts harder. This heightened the pleasure, and the orgasm that followed was so deep it seemed to shake my very soul.

  I screamed his name and felt his body arch with his own orgasm. The sensations and sounds swirled into one perfect moment that was better than anything I could have imagined. And when it was over I collapsed on top of him, spent.

  He rolled over so I was beside him and
then he kissed me on the cheek. “I love you Samantha,” he said in a low, throaty voice.

  My eyes flitted open as my heart danced in my chest. I could feel my whole being glowing. “I love you too Greg,” I whispered back. “You really are my dream man.”

  Chapter 21

  The next morning I woke up and stared at Greg as he slept. He was a glorious contradiction. A brilliant scientist and a sex god. I never would’ve guessed. Maybe my subconscious mind knew, and that’s why I dreamt of him in the first place. Or maybe we just had chemistry. I didn’t know. I just thanked God over and over.

  He must’ve sensed me staring because he stirred. When he saw me he smiled and stretched. “Morning,” he said. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a baby. Best night’s sleep I’ve ever gotten.”

  He giggled. Even his giggle was high-pitched and peculiar, like his laugh. “My work is done then,” he said. “At least for one day.”

  I gazed at him in awe.

  “What?” he asked while smiling.

  “Where’d you learn all that?”

  He grabbed hold of my hand. “All what?”

  “You know,” I said as I cuddled closer. “What you did last night. Are you some kind of super-experienced guy?”

  He laughed. “No. I’m not super-experienced. I just read a lot.”

  I found that hard to believe, but if it was true, then all men needed to focus on literacy.

  “You hungry?” he asked.

  “Starved.”

  “Why don’t you let me take you to breakfast then?”

  “Okay. Let me get cleaned up first.”

  I went to the bathroom and stuffed my hair into a shower cap, then I filled the tub and shaved my legs, and put on perfumed lotion. I applied some light make up, spritzed my hair back to life and slipped on my favorite jeans and a cute sweater.

  When I finished Greg said he’d be right back. He went to the car and returned with a little overnight bag. “I keep this in the car in case we pull an all-nighter at work. It happens from time to time if we get jazzed about a project.”

  I could see him doing that, giving up sleep to achieve a goal. “Bathroom’s free,” I said, stepping aside.

  He kissed my forehead as he passed, then shut the door.

  While he was getting ready my tummy growled so loud I felt like I was being scolded. Thankfully he was done in ten minutes.

  “I’m glad that didn’t take long. I’m starved,” I said.

  He smirked. “You did expend a significant amount of energy last night. Let’s go get you a big breakfast.” Then he put on his driving glasses, the ones that made him look even more irresistible.

  I grabbed my purse and off we went. Once we were seated and the food came, I dug in like a savage. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not usually like this. I tend to eat smaller meals.”

  Greg grinned. “I like that I have that effect on you.” He added some sugar to his coffee after the waitress filled his cup, then began eating his meal like a civilized person. “I also like that thing you said right before you fell asleep.”

  I remembered us telling each other I love you, but nothing else. “What thing?” I asked, while munching on a strip of bacon.

  Greg eyed me. “You told me I was your dream man.”

  “I said that?” I said, feigning ignorance.

  “No. Your exact words were ‘you really are my dream man.”’ He popped some hash browns in his mouth and waited for me to reply.

  I chewed my food slowly, wondering if I should tell him. This didn’t seem like the time or the place, but I gave in. “You really want to know?”

  He shook his head.

  “Okay,” I said. “It has to do with the secret I never told you.”

  “Oh man. I almost forgot about that. Please tell me.”

  I squirmed in my seat. Then I took another bite of food while I tried to figure out how to word it.

  “You’re stalling. I thought I was your dream man,” Greg pouted.

  I couldn’t resist his cute face. I told him how I’d been in a relationship before, but was never able to have an orgasm. I told him about how I dreamed of him the first night we met, the night of the supermoon, and how he made me come for the first time and exactly how it happened. Then I smiled brightly. “That’s how you became my dream man.”

  Greg wore an expression of stupefied amazement. “You mean, the first time was in your sleep…doing that?” He scratched his head, dumbfounded. “Is that even possible?” He seemed to be considering it, then added, “Wait. Then that means last night was the first time when you were awake.”

  “Uh huh.” I nodded, then took a sip of orange juice.

  Greg sat up straighter and seemed to swell with pride as a smile spread across his face.

  “I told you you’d never guess it,” I said.

  Greg leaned in closer and whispered, “We never actually got to do that.”

  I held his gaze and bit my lower lip. “I know.”

  The poor guy almost leapt across the table. I knew this wasn’t the time or place to tell him, but he’d pressed and I didn’t want to leave him hanging. I was enjoying watching him overheat. “You going to be okay over there?”

  “Eventually. I’m a bit indisposed right now.”

  I glanced under the table. “I can see that.” Then I gave him a seductive smile in the hopes it would worsen his condition.

  “Maybe we should try and recreate the dream,” he suggested. “You know, to see if it’s even possible in real life.”

  I began twirling my hair and acting bashful. “Okay,” I said in a soft voice. “I’m not sure it can happen in real life, but I’m willing to try as many times as you want.”

  Greg gripped his fork so tight he looked like he could crush it, then he scanned the restaurant for the waitress. Once he found her he motioned for her to come over. “We’re ready for the check,” he said in a hurried tone.

  I was almost done eating, but Greg hadn’t finished his meal. After he handed the woman his credit card, he scarfed down the rest of his eggs and bacon. When she returned with the receipt, he threw his napkin down; he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

  We drove back to my place, and on the way there Greg’s driving took a decidedly more aggressive stance. He rounded corners a little too fast, and when a light turned from red to green, he was quick to stomp on the gas pedal.

  Once we got home he rushed me inside. Then he pinned me against the wall and began kissing me. This time I had a chance to paw him, so I took the opportunity to grab his behind and pull him closer. When our bodies made contact he moaned.

  “Do you want me to call you kitten like in the dream?” he asked, sounding short of breath.

  “Yeah,” I said as he slipped his hand under my sweater.

  I pulled my sweater over my head and threw it on the floor. He did the same with his shirt. I was finally able to admire his chest in the light of day instead of in a dimly lit room. It was muscular without being bulky, and I loved his pale skin.

  I unzipped my jeans because they were a little too tight for what I was planning to do next. As I wiggled out of them I watched Greg’s eyes burn with desire. I couldn’t wait to please him the way he pleased me the night before. I didn’t care if I got excited like in the dream.

  I felt sexy and confident standing there in my black lace bra and thong. I reached for his belt buckle while maintaining eye contact. Greg tried to help me with his belt but I swatted his hand away. “I can do it,” I purred.

  I took my time removing his belt. Then I trailed hungry kisses down his chest and unzipped his pants. When they dropped to the ground I was greeted by an erection ready to burst out of his briefs. In one fluid motion, I slid his underwear off and lowered myself onto the carpet.

  I gazed up one last time and found him watching me closely. Then I grabbed hold of him and took him in my mouth. I closed my eyes, completely absorbed in what I was doing. I focused on the way he tasted and listened to the sat
isfied sounds he made as I found my rhythm. Being close to him this way brought on an unexpected wave of contentment I couldn’t quite understand.

  Within a short time he began panting faster and crying out. Then his breaths grew slower and he ran his fingers through my hair. I rose, and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. “That was amazing,” I told him.

  He loosened his grip and looked in my eyes. “You mean? Did it happen?”

  I gave him a warm smile. “No. It didn’t,” I said, then wrapped my arms around his neck. “Something better happened.”

  Greg’s brow crinkled. “I’m confused. What happened?”

  I hung from his neck and swayed back and forth like a happy drunk. “I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain.” Then I stopped, stood on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss. “All I know is I loved it and I can’t wait to do it again.”

  Greg’s response was to scoop me in his arms and carry me off to the bedroom.

  Chapter 22

  When I woke up it was late afternoon. Greg lay next to me, sleeping. His sweet face rested against the pillow, looking peaceful. Blankets wrapped around his body in a tangled mess. I smiled, thinking of how I’d worn him out, then almost laughed remembering what he’d said after the third time, “Thank you Jesus.” I asked him if he was religious and he answered, “Not until just about a minute ago.”

  I felt incredibly close to Greg even though we really didn’t know each other all that well. I could analyze it, or more likely over-analyze it, or I could accept that I had met my soul mate. I had never believed in stuff like that. I thought it was nonsense. But if I could make Greg consider the existence of God, he could certainly make me reevaluate my stance on sappy sayings.

  When I told him about my old boyfriend it didn’t seem to faze him. Of course, I had made it abundantly clear he had nothing to worry about. That got me wondering about his old girlfriends. Before we ended up in bed together, I might have questioned his experience, considering his nerdish tendencies. But the things he knew – the way he made me feel? Despite his insistence, I knew you didn’t just learn that from books. I wondered how I compared to his exes. A little voice in the corner of my mind reminded me of how happy I just made him, and that it was irrelevant, so I let it go.