I was awakened from my sweet dream by two feelings: something lightly brushing across my lips, and someone staring at me. As I opened my eyes, I saw him sit back from leaning over me, watching me sleep.
"Good morning, sunshine," he said as I turned onto my side to face him. He leaned back over and kissed me again, making sure I was awake.
"Good morning to you too," I answered, kissing him back. "How long have you been awake, my precious honeybear?"
"Long enough to watch you wake up, but not nearly long enough to get tired of watching you sleep," was his loving reply.
"Mmm," I moaned as I stretched. "I was having such a good dream. I didn't want it to end."
"Please tell me all about it, dear one," he said, brushing his fingers over my belly. "I want to know why you woke up with a smile on your face."
"You know that I am not good at telling things like this," I said. "I can't say all those words. I get embarrassed too easily."
"Just do your best, my love," he answered. "Tell me your lovely dream. I want to know what pleases you in bed, so I can do it for you. I love to make you happy."
"Mmm, well..." I started. "I'll start by describing the room. The lights were turned off, and there were candles everywhere. Love songs were playing in the background. I was lying on my back in bed. There were satin sheets on the bed, and I was surrounded by dozens of red rose petals..."
"Why don't you lie on your back now, so you can be more comfortable? I know that red roses are your favorite flower, love. Maybe I should go out later and buy you some, just to show you how much I really love you. A rose is a beautiful flower, but not nearly as beautiful as you."
I rolled over onto my back. I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Everything you do for me shows me you love me. From the time I wake up, until the time I close my eyes, I feel loved by you, honeybear. It is a wonderful feeling."
He bent down and kissed me again, soft and sweet, like a promise of things to come. "Please continue with your dream, my precious one. You were lying on a bed of rose petals, and...?"
"I had my eyes closed, reveling in the soft feel of the petals on my naked body. I felt something soft brush across my breasts and tummy, so I opened my eyes. I looked up to find you bending over me, a rose in your hand. You were brushing it lightly across my nipples, making them hard as little rocks..."
"Oh, you mean like this?" he asked, flicking his finger over my little nubs. They got hard from his attentions. "Does it feel good? I can tell you like it."
"Mmm, yes, that feels so good, sweetheart," I purred. "Please don't stop."
"I won't stop until you tell me to," was his answer. "Please continue my love. What happened next?"
"You put the rose between my breasts and lightly stroked up and down my belly, stopping to tease my belly button." As I was telling him, he lightly ran his fingers up and down, mimicking the path of the dream rose. He stopped at my belly button and swirled his finger around it, teasing me and making me moan again with pleasure.
"Mmm, baby you know just how to touch me. In my dream, you took the rose and lightly stroked up and down my legs, brushing close but not touching my..." I stopped, not knowing what to call that special place between my legs.