Dream Lover

by Lynn Davis

  Kayla felt her breasts swell, and her nipples tighten, and she knew he could feel it, too. Just as she could tell he wasn’t entirely unaffected. Her body moved of its own accord, and snuggled closer. Kayla couldn’t think; she was feeling; and enjoying it; she was caught up in the moment and it felt … good. She enjoyed feeling his arousal, and his hands moving down her back to pull her intimately closer. Her arms had found their way around his neck, and a breath of air couldn’t have found a way between them. There was no mistaking his actions at this point.

  He moved his body against her suggestively, and her body responded with a sharp shudder. Now his kiss carried passion, and his hands moved to her ass and squeezed her cheeks. Very slowly, and purposely, he kissed her lips, and then traced her jawline and finally her neck. He was giving her time to stop him if that was her choice, and with a small sigh, she was resigned to let him continue. She closed her eyes. So many sensations shot through her that she could do anything but enjoy them. As he again kissed her, his hands moved upward to cup her breast, and his thumbs brushed across her erect nipple, causing her once again to shiver in reaction. Kayla couldn’t see it, but she could feel his smile against her neck.

  As he continued kissing her neck, then her shoulder, her hands roamed over his broad back, enjoying the play of the tensed muscles beneath her hands. Slowly he looked up to her eyes and said, “Maybe we should take this some place more private?” and again recaptured her lips, while his hand continued to tease her body awake.

  Slowly his hand snaked around her waist, and he reluctantly stopped kissing her.

  “Well, what do you say?” he said pointedly looking Kayla in the eyes.

  Kayla had forgotten where they were and had to shake herself out of the fog she was in.

  “U-um yeah, yes.”

  He led her off the dance floor, and they headed to the table. Kayla was not sure what she was going to say but she knew that she wanted Bill. She needed him.

  Am I Dreaming?

  Since Kayla had driven with Mitchell, she made sure he knew that she was leaving with Bill. She and Bill said their last congratulations to the study group and their goodbyes to the family and friends still there chatting and laughing. As they walked out of the club, she waved to the few that were dancing. Bill took her hand and led her to where he parked his car.

  Once at the car, Bill opened the door for her and making sure that she was tucked away in the car seat. He shut the door and walked to the driver’s side. Sliding in next to her, he leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips. He smiled, “Where to?”

  “There’s a hotel about three blocks away.”

  “In a hurry, love?” he smirked.

  Kayla smiled shyly, “I guess, you can say I have dreamt about this for a long while.”

  Bill raised his eyebrows at her, “You mean, I am like a dream lover to you?” His hazel eyes danced in amusement.

  “Don’t laugh at me. It’s been a while since I’ve been in this situation with anyone,” she admitted.

  “Well, love, I am up for the challenge, if you are.”

  Kayla smiled and nodded, “More than you could know.”

  Bill started the car, checking the mirrors, and shifting into gear, pulling away from the curb. Once they were in motion, he reached over and placed his hand on her knee. Kayla placed her hand over his and settled in for the ride.

  ***

  She looked over at his profile. He had strong features. A chiseled jawline, his lips a nice brownish pink, but full, not thin at all as you might expect for a Caucasian man. His nose was a strong roman style nose with a hint of his Italian background.

  Bill turned to glance at Kayla with a reassuring smile. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen tonight,” he said turning his attention back to the road.

  “I want this,” Kayla said as she turned her head to glance out the window.

  They arrived at the hotel. Bill went to check them in for the night. Kayla fidgeted nervously; maybe she should have just told him to go to her place. This made things seem a bit “Guy picks up a date on the street corner,” but Kayla was not going to talk herself out of this one. Bill came back to her and placed his arm possessively around her waist. They headed for the elevator.

  ***

  Once in the room, Bill immediately, picked up where they had left off in the club. He pulled Kayla flush to his body and kissed her deeply. When they separated, they both were breathless and Kayla just let her purse fall to the floor. Bill smiled and took her by the hand, leading her to the bed. He helped her out of her coat. Then, he slid his arms around her waist from the back. Kayla leaned into him and tilted her head to the side. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed it softly.

  “I want you, Kayla. Now. I think you want me too. That’s why we are here,” he whispered in her ear, his breath causing shivers to pulsate down her neck and back.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, I want you, too.”

  “Oh I hope so.” He breathed.

  Kayla flushed at the desire evident in his voice, and turned in his arms to look into his eyes, eyes that now compelled her to take the journey.

  He ran the tips of his finger down her cheek. Kayla stilled at his touch. She was finally getting a wish she dared not speak aloud. Part of her wanted to talk to get to know him better; the other part of her wanted this intimacy, this passion that was burning into her soul. Her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling as it coursed through her veins sparking flames along the way, her desire awakening and pooling between her legs.

  “We should talk.”

  “There will be time for that later.”

  Bill planted soft kisses on her lips and moved again to her jawline, pausing at her earlobe and slightly tugged it between his teeth. He pulled her head back to expose her neck to his eagerly awaiting mouth.

  “I want you,” he breathed against her exposed skin.

  Kayla moaned and reached up to grab ahold of his arms. Her fingers caressed his muscles. He raised his head once again, and she lowered hers to find his hazel eyes peering at her. He clasped his hands on either side of her head and kissed her deeply, possessing her mouth. She moaned against his lips. She felt her body igniting with his desire, and she kissed him back and there was no doubt that she wanted him, too. He groaned, shifting her so she had to step back. He guided her to the edge of the bed and then lowered her onto it. He backed away and looked at Kayla on the bed.

  “You are so beautiful. I love your mocha colored skin. I can’t wait to see you…all of you.”

  He moved slowly toward the bed and straddling her, she is forced to lie backwards. Their eyes never lost contact.

  “I have wanted to tell you for a while now what you do to me, Kay.”

  When he used her pet name, she smiled, hearing him tell her that he was just as affected by her as she was by him made her almost giddy inside. He lowered his lips to hers. When their lips parted, she was breathless. His eyes grew darker with lust and desire in them, and Kayla knew that her eyes were mirroring his.

  Kayla gazed up at him, drinking him in. He leaned down and gently kissed her, and she couldn’t help herself. She threw her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers in his soft black hair; she pulled him closer to her body and kissed him deeply. He was taken by surprise, but he moaned and responded in kind. He reached down to the hem of her dress and let his hand travel up her thigh to her panties.

  Kayla was grateful that she decided against wearing stockings. And he pulled her panties to the side and rubbed her vulva, separating the outer lips and circling her clit. Kayla began to grind into his hand.

  “I want you to make love to me,” Kayla breathed.

  His touch against her skin was all sensuous tingle, his fingers causing the passion to build deep in her belly.

  “Start removing my clothes,” he whispered as he inserted a finger into her core. He slid it in and out and then inserted another finger. Her desire was po
oling around his fingers, her breathing erratic. She could hardly focus on the buckle of his belt. Somehow, she managed to undo the belt and the button.

  He shifted his body to the side and started to unzip her dress. He thrust his fingers into her twice more and then pulled them out suddenly. Kayla almost screamed as the sensation rolled through her body. He focused on removing her dress and then slowly pulled her panties down. He then stood up and slid his pants completely off. Kayla licked her lips wondering how he would taste. Before she could make a move to see, he was lying on top of her.

  He positioned himself at her entrance, grabbed her hands, raised them over her head, and eased himself into her, sliding slowly, filling her. She could feel him stretching her. She closed her eyes to relish in the moment.

  “Open your eyes baby. I want to see you.”

  She groaned loudly as she opened her eyes.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered as he moved back and forth at a slow, sensual tempo. He gazed into her eyes, his own eyes filled with desire and pleasure.

  “Oh baby, you feel so good. You are so tight. You like it, baby?”

  “Yes!”

  He moved slowly, savoring her, feeling her slickness, letting her warmth envelope him.

  He was so gentle with her, and it took no time for her to find his rhythm and start to meet his movements. He began moving faster, deeper, harder.

  “Oh fuck!” she moaned.

  They were moving like a well-oiled machine, and it didn’t take long for her to fall over the edge, spiraling into a deliciously violent shivering orgasm. She clenched around him pulling him deeper into her, and he let her hands go, wrapping his hands under her ass cheeks, rolling her so she was then on top of him.

  “Oh my,” she squealed and giggled at the quick unexpected movement.

  Clasping the headboard, Kayla moved up and down slowly, her eyes gazing into his eyes. He was watching her, mouth forming a small “o,” his breath stilted. He looked so gorgeous. Sweat glistened on their skin as they moved together in a lustful dance of passion. Tentatively, she brought her hands down to his shoulders and gripped him with her fingers. He groaned and leaned his head back. Kayla saw his reaction and picked up her speed.

  They moved together, and Kayla lifted her hands to his head and entwined her fingers into his soft hair. Holding his head in place she kissed him deeply. She continued to ride him. He groaned again. She picked up the pace, faster, faster. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her. They were wet mouths, tongues and muffled moans.

  Kayla sensed her release building. She could feel him thrusting upward meeting her thrust with his own. There was a pleasurable tightening on the inside of her, and she could feel the whirlpool starting to swirl at the stirring of the vortex pending. She moved her mouth from his and leaned her head forward so their foreheads were touching.

  “That’s it baby,” he breathed.

  Kayla came with a loud scream. Her orgasm ripped through her, a turbulent, passionate apogee that devoured her whole body and sent her soaring in a vast space of almost unconscious awareness. She could feel him still thrusting, and it became wild and uncontained. In the distance, she could hear their bodies slapping together.

  “FUCK!” he cried, and it was a wild invocation that stirred Kayla’s very soul. She felt his release splash into her and coat the walls of her canal. He began to slow his thrusts as the energy was yanked from him, and his body shuddered.

  They rested in this position until their breathing returned.

  ***

  Kayla couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy the ride back to her house, since Bill drove slowly as if to make it last longer. She couldn’t stop her knowing smile, and didn’t even try. When they arrived at her house, he opened his door and slid out reluctantly. He opened the passenger door for her and extending his hand and she took it while she slid out of the car.

  “I want to see you again, Kay,” he said quietly.

  She turned to him and said, “You will. I promise.”

  Pursuing Fulfillment

  Back at her house, she leaned against the door for a moment, a dreamy smile touching her lips and eyes. Mentally shaking herself, she kicked off her shoes, and headed towards the bathroom. Starting the water running, Kayla’s mind raced over the events of last night. She had not planned to have a night of passion with Bill, but she was absolutely glad it had happened. It all seemed so romance novel-ish, though she was definitely not complaining.

  Kayla undressed and climbed into the shower, and she let the spray wash over her. Not letting her mind wander, she hurriedly showered and got out. Quickly drying her hair, she let it flow down to her shoulders. She pulled on her pajamas and headed for her bedroom.

  ***

  Kayla was awakened by her cell phone ringing. Startled, she reached for the clock next to her bed to see what time it was. To her surprise, it was going on 3:30 in the afternoon. She stumbled out of bed and got her phone out of her purse.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Kay, we’re all meeting up at the club again tonight to have one last “meeting” before we all go our separate ways,” Wanda was yelling into the phone.

  “Wh-what?” Kayla said walking back to her bed.

  “Kay, are you listening? We are getting together again tonight.”

  “I heard you, but we were just out last night and I had a long night. I am so tired,” Kayla said smiling at what really had her so tired.

  “Well everyone is going to be there, and Bill asked if you were coming. I think he likes you. Mitchell said he took you home last night. I mean the whole time that we were in study groups together; he never seemed interested in anyone. In one night, you have him asking about you,” Wanda said trying to get information without asking directly.

  “What time tonight?” Kayla said smiling ear to ear.

  “Atta-girl, meet us there at 8.”

  “Okay, I’ll be there.”

  Kayla slept for another hour before she got up to fix something to eat. She pulled out a chicken breast and looked for her Minute Brown Rice and the ingredients for a green salad. While the chicken breast thawed, she went to her room to see what she should wear tonight.

  Knowing that she would see Bill again, she wanted to look especially nice. She wondered if he would act differently. When he had dropped her off at her house, he said that he wanted to see her again. She could only hope that it wasn’t a mistake to sleep with him.

  She chose her all-time favorite little black dress. She needed to feel good about herself, and she was not sure how Bill would react to her. However, whenever she wore this dress, the world would be straight. She could face anything in this dress. She pulled out her diamond earrings, with her mom’s pearl and diamond necklace. Then she looked through her shoes and chose her black Louboutin pumps. She laid her dress on the bed and took out her black satin bra and panty set.

  She decided to set her hair so she could have soft curls. It took her about 45 minutes to roll up her hair and sit under the dryer. Deciding to leave the rollers in her hair, she headed to the kitchen to fix her dinner.

  ***

  Mitchell let out a whistle upon seeing Kayla, “You look great.”

  Bill said nothing, but the look in his eyes when he looked at her made Kayla blush. There were already couples swaying on the dance floor to a slow romantic song, and he held his hand out to her without a word. Putting her hand in his, he smiled into her eyes and led her onto the dance floor. Taking her into his arms, he held her close, and the now familiar shiver raced up Kayla’s spine. With her head tucked under his chin, her mind went back to the night before, and it didn’t go alone. Her body responded to the slight caress of his hands on her back, and his lips at her ear.

  With the song over, they walked back to the table, only for Mitchell to ask her for the next dance. When he took her in his arms, he started telling Kayla how he’d missed her last night. Then, he told her what happened between him and Wanda the night before. He really thought they h
ad a chance and considered his success to be attributed to all the nights they sat and chatted about women in general and Wanda specifically. Politely, Kayla listened and made the correct responses, all the while wishing Bill’s arms were back around her. How long could one dance last?

  Going back to the table, they found the others ordering drinks from the waiter. They added their orders to the others and then joined the conversation about what their plans were now that they’d graduated. It seemed like they all had their own ideas on where they wanted to go and what they wanted to achieve in their lives. The only thing that was a common goal was to be happy and find someone to share in their success whatever it may be.

  Their drinks arrived, and the conversation switched to memory lane. Not usually a drinker, Kayla loosened up and had a Long Island Iced Tea. She wasn’t so nervous anymore. Much more relaxed, she joined the conversations going on around her, where before she had only spoken when addressed, taking inconspicuous glances at Bill.

  Soon couples started teaming up to dance, and taking the initiative, Kayla asked Bill to dance. The DJ had been playing some techno dance music but had now switched to slow paced R&B.

  After several dances, Kayla was a bit tired. They had danced, fast, slow and in between. She was a bit sweaty and very hot. More importantly, her feet were beginning to ache. She was overheated and needed some fresh air. She really wasn’t use to the liquor, and all the exercise. Her body was reminding her how out of shape she was. Mitchell and Wanda had both left a while ago, and the dance floor was thinning out. Assuring them she’d be right back, Kayla started back to their table to get her purse.

  She stepped into the brisk air outside the club and walked a few steps to a bench at a bus stop. She inhaled deeply. Looking up into the night sky, she closed her eyes. Smiling slightly to herself, she made a wish.