In sleep, the dreams come. A garden appears…our garden. One we’ve created in our minds, just for us. Yellow roses are everywhere. There is a pond, and the sound of trickling water can be heard as a small stream of water constantly runs into the pond.
This is our garden. Where we meet when we close our eyes. As we drift off to sleep, we are transported here.
Sometimes in this dream, I can never make it to him. I walk and walk, but never get any closer to him. Other times I get close to him, but then his image fades away from me.
Tonight, however, is the right night. I close my eyes and I’m immediately in our garden. Full of yellow roses. I can smell them as I inhale. I can feel them as my hand reaches out and grazes over them. I can hear the water of the stream trickling into the pond.
I walk along the path, searching for him…and then,
I see him.
He is here. Right there before me.
He always waits for me in the same area, always somewhere near the pond. It’s not hard to see him standing there; he’s wearing almost all black, a black blazer or jacket of sorts, and black pants. As I walk closer, I can see that he has a white button up shirt on underneath the blazer. I can see his blonde hair; the sun shining on it makes it seem like it’s almost glowing. He is looking down at the water, watching the fish swim around. He seems happy and at complete ease; enjoying the beauty and sereneness of the place while he awaits my arrival.
He looks up at the sound of my approach. A huge smile crosses his face, as he sees me walking towards him. My own face lights up at this and my heart skips a few beats. I am so happy that he’s here, happy that we are able to meet here in our garden.
It seems to take an eternity to walk the path to where he is. Finally, I am near him and he say’s, “Hello beautiful.”
I almost melt on the spot. He reaches his hand out to me. Magic seems to course through my body as my hand touches his. He pulls me close to him, hugging me tightly.
“Don’t ever let go.” I tell him in a whispering voice.
He takes my face in his hands and say’s, “I will be here for you forever, my love.”
We wrap our arms around one another, staying that way for a very long time.
He pulls away then saying, “Come. I’ve something to show you.”
My hand in his, I walk with him along the path. Letting him lead me to where he wants us to be.
“Close your eyes.” He tells me.
I do as he asks and he leads me a bit further down the path. He stops and say’s, “Here. Open them now.”
I open my eyes and see that he has brought me to a clearing in the garden. On the ground is a blanket spread out. He pulls me onto it and gently lay’s me down. We lay side by side, our eyes locking on one another. He leans in and kisses me lightly. I kiss back with a little more force, and soon our lips are embraced in a deep, passionate kiss.
He pulls back then, looking at me with so much love. His hand moves to my blouse and he begins to undo the buttons slowly. He looks up at me and gives me a sweet smile. My hand goes to his hair and I lightly run my fingers through the softness. His fingers continue to slowly undo the last few remaining buttons.
Gently and slowly, he takes one side of my blouse and opens it, then does the same with the other side. My lavender bra is exposed to him with my small breasts hidden away in it. He leans forward and lightly kisses my lips, then his mouth is moving slowly down to my neck. I feel him lightly licking and nibbling at my neck, which causes a sigh to escape from me.
He continues his decent down my body, first kissing in between my breasts and then to my stomach. He gives soft little licks and kisses to my stomach, which causes me to laugh out.
“It tickles!” I tell him.
He chuckles at this and kisses my stomach more, wanting to hear me giggle again. I do laugh out and then I start to swat at him. Somehow in the act of trying to get him to stop tickling me, I end up on top of him.
“Alright, alright! I’ll stop!” He say’s, smiling at me.
I sit there on him and look down at him with a smile on my face. The sun is behind me and is outlining me. The inner sprite in me is clearly visible to him.
“God, you are so beautiful. Even more than what I already had thought.” He say’s to me.
I only continue to smile at him and then a serious loving look appears on my face. I remove my blouse completely, and then reach behind me to release my bra. I expose my breasts to him and toss the bra to the side.
His breath catches as he exclaims, “Oh…my!”
I lean down and brush my lips against his. I help him out of his jacket and then I begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, kissing my way down after each button is undone. I come to his pants and begin to undo them as well.
“I want to taste you.” I tell him.
“Ohh…” Is all he’s able to moan out.
I notice as I’m unzipping his pants that he has nothing on underneath. His cock is already hard and throbbing for me. He raises up as I pull his pants down and off. I lay on my stomach in between his legs. My mouth mere inches away from his throbbing member.
I look up at him and our eyes meet. I give him a sly smile, and then my tongue is flicking out to the head of his cock. He inhales sharply as my tongue makes contact, and then he moans as I take him in my mouth.
I can taste him, and I lick and swallow with glee. I’m devouring him, unable to get enough of him. I have to slow myself, take my time. I don’t want to rush the moment. I want to savor it for as long as I can.
I run my tongue slowly down his shaft and back up. His hands have found their way to my head and his fingers are playing with my hair. I look up at him and see that he is watching me intently. He moans out as I look at him and wrap my mouth over him.
I can feel myself getting warm and wet between my legs. I want to feel him in me so bad, but I calm myself and tell myself that we have plenty enough time to get to that.
As soon as I think that, I feel him pulling me up to him. His mouth searching for mine, and then he’s rolling me over on my back, looking down at me with a hunger in his eyes. My hands go to his face, caressing softly and then pulling him down so that I may kiss him more. He accepts my kisses graciously, and then he’s pulling away, looking at me with that hunger again.
“It’s my turn love. I want to taste you now.” He whispers to me.