Written over Thursday and Friday. The events happened Wednesday Evening.
OK, I'm going to ramble just a little bit more, and then I'll get on with it.
When I originally wrote the first draft of this chapter, I realized something about my relationship with my husband. We don't actually talk to each other very much when we're having sex or getting ready to. When we do talk, it's usually to share fantasies or to light each other up by saying something erotic or reminding each other of things we've done or things we've thought about.
It's hard to capture what we said to each other Wednesday night and write it down. There weren't many actual words that I can remember. Worse yet, most of what I can remember is stuff that I would have to explain to you. We "dance" with each other, knowing what we're going to do, knowing how we do it and not having to say much.
So, I have a couple of options: I could write it the way it happened and explain everything as I go along. That would be really choppy and disjointed. Or, I could invent some dialog for the stuff that was unspoken - but that would feel unnatural.
I'm choosing a middle ground. I took a tip from the movie "Finding Forester" and just wrote the first draft straight from the heart. Most of it was what I was feeling and what was going on in our minds. Some of it was dialog but not necessarily what we actually said. I didn't worry about that. The funny thing is that the first draft read as if we were communicating telepathically for part of it.
Someone once said that a good marriage is like conjoined twins, joined at the mind. That's the real essence of our relationship. It feels like magic but that's the way it is. We react to what we know the other is thinking, sometimes without really knowing how we know. A lot of it is shared experience and some of it is non-verbal stuff that we aren't conscious of. Maybe some of it really is telepathy. Probably not, but it sounds romantic.
When I was done with the first draft, I went back through and added some words to make sense of it all - since you aren't part of our collective mind. Most of those added words are the "whispers" (you'll understand in a moment).
I hope it works. Please let me know.
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Wednesday Evening ... continued...
There was a feeling of impending dread as I listened to him coming up the stairs. I almost wanted to sit down, but then I also wanted to be on my feet to hug him when he walked into the room. The door opened - my breath caught as he walked in. He closed the door, reminding me somewhere in the back of my brain that I wasn't cold; despite the very cool A/C.
He's a little taller than I am, even when I'm wearing heels. He had on his black silk boxers and matching black silk kimono robe. (That's something I worked on before we were even married: getting him to wear matching clothes). Oh, and he wasn't wearing anything else. The robe was partially open so his hairy chest was exposed. I went to him like a magnet and buried myself in that big hairy chest, purring and moaning as he wrapped his arms around me.
"Hmmm you smell nice... and you feel nice." He said it quietly in my ear but since I was so close, it felt like thunder. He ran his hand up and down my back, enjoying the satin and pressing me into him as he gave me a back rub.
There was a little chuckle as his hand crossed my bra. "Hmmm... girl stuff."
It's funny how he can be so childish and so... so much of a hunk at the same time. I slipped my arms inside his robe so I could wrap them around his bare skin. He groaned, so I slid my hand down his back and just inside the waistband.
Immediately, he took my arms away and put his hands at my sides. He held me out a little and I looked up at him. His face was a little annoyed - playfully annoyed. "That will be quite enough of that, young lady." I stepped back and looked down at my feet, trying to look contrite but failing miserably. I giggled. I felt giddy again. This was good.
"I love you sweetie," I whispered, as I looked back up at him. To Hell with contrition - I wanted him to touch me. I swallowed hard and just looked up at him, anticipating. His face softened. He wanted this as much as I did and was having as much trouble trying to act serious. I didn't care one bit about being serious.
"Now... you were not a good girl this morning, were you?"
I laughed, "Of course not, silly, you knew I was going to do it as soon as you told me not to." We both smiled, looking at each other. He pointed to the floor in front of the futon. I walked over and stood there.
"Back up", he said. I did. He sat down. I took that to mean I was going over his lap, so I moved to his side.
He stopped me, whispering, "Nope, lose the bra."
I went back to standing in front of him; now I was embarrassed. He sat back and relaxed, ready to enjoy the show, so I gave him one. I moved in close and shrugged the robe off of my shoulders (it was already open). He seemed to like that. Then I started to unbutton my top, staring at his eyes the whole time.
His eyes, of course, were on my hands and what they were uncovering. When I finished unbuttoning, I opened the blouse and leaned over him, letting it gape open. The bra is smooth stretchy satin and shows a fair amount of cleavage.
I leaned in a little more to give him a nice close view (and a good whiff of perfume). Then, I decided to go further. I nudged his legs together and straddled him, putting my hands on the cushion above his head. This was going to be a lap dance, with the exception that he was allowed to use his hands.
He opened the blouse a little wider and put his hands on my sides. It felt good and I leaned in to kiss him. As I did, he moved his hands up to cup my breasts and slide his hands on the bra. I couldn't feel it as much as I wanted to, but I knew he was enjoying it. Our lips locked and our tongues started wrestling (toothpaste... he had brushed his teeth, that reminded me of where this all began).
He moved his hands back and started to lift the blouse off of me. I lifted my arms and tried to make it easier, but it didn't work. I had to break the kiss and help him slide it off of my arms. I almost fell off of him onto the floor (yes, married couples get awkward sometimes). Anyway, that left me naked from the waist up, except for the bra.