One Night Stand, Then My Mate

All a Dream -Miles

I can feel Caroline’s fingers running through my hair, falling to my cheek and then trailing down to my neck, and onto my chest. She lays her perfect little head onto my chest and lets out a sigh. She twirls the hairs on my chest around her fingers. She smells like what I’d imagine heaven would feel like. I open my eyes and I can see her smiling up at me.

We’re at my cabin, sleeping in my bed. In between my grey sheets, that I hope one day will become our sheets. I could wake up to this every morning. Her auburn hair is messy, but in the cutest way. The fly-always shape her face faultlessly. Her emerald green eyes are glowing in this dark room. Staring into my soul, soaking up every inch of my being . They’re trailing from my stomach, to my chest, to my neck, to my beard, to my lips, nose, and then to my eyes. She is studying me like she doesn’t ever want to forget what I look like. Burning it into the back of her mind, making me feel like the most dapper man she’s ever seen.

The sun is starting to come up and the shadows from the light peaking through the blinds makes her skin glisten. The freckles that run across her nose are one of my favorite parts about her. I want to kiss each and every one of them. Show them my appreciation because I truly do love them. Each one of them.

I don’t say a word because I want to soak in this moment. Tattoo it to the inside of my memory. I try to count the freckles across her nose and imagine that they’re angel kisses. She’s been kissed by the heavens above. Perfectly crafted by God himself. It’s the only explanation for her allurement. She is without a single flaw.

Caroline lifts her head up from my chest and instantly lights up my life with her smile. When I say I could wake up to this every day, I mean it. With everything in me. You are so perfect my love. She is my love. I have never loved before, but I know after the short time we’ve spent together, that she is the one I would die for. Not because of her beauty, but it’s everything about her. Every single thing. The way she breathes, the way her lips part when she talks, the way she thinks. I love everything about this mesmerizing woman. She always leaves me without a single breath in my lungs and i wouldn’t change that.

We lay in the silence for what seems like forever and a day although, neither of us mind it. We both are radiating with happiness. Pure happiness from our nothingness. I kiss the top of her head and take in the deepest breath to take in her smell. The scent of her is incomparable. I try to detect what this smell is, but i can’t. I’m at a loss of words. It’s completely unique. Nothing comes to mind other than, she smells like Caroline. If they could bottle up this smell, it would be worth a fortune and i would buy every damn bottle ever made.

Rain falls upon the windowpane. The sounds of the droplets hitting the roof makes today even more superior than any other day. A rainy day, in bed with nothing planned, with the woman I’m falling so hopelessly in love with. There are sounds of thunder rolling across the cabin. It’s so peaceful. It’s almost like this is all a dream. The most perfect dream a man could dream.

“I’m going to cook up some breakfast, stay here.” I say crawling out of bed, laying the most small and gentle kiss on her nose, she smiles up at me. She’s never been to my house, so i tell her to make herself comfortable and her eyes immediately dart to my bookshelf in my room.

I’m cooking bacon, eggs, and french toast. I hope she enjoys it. I planned for french toast for the simple fact of the whipped cream. I plan on licking that off of every single inch of her later. Every inch.

I walk into the bedroom to check on Caroline and give her a kiss. I see her propped up on my pillow reading a book from my shelf. She’s wearing my t-shirt and socks, nothing else. She looks so natural, like the belongs here. I love this. I love everything about today. I kiss her on the top of her head and whisper, “breakfast is almost ready, dear.” And headed back to the kitchen. It felt so easy. So natural. Like all of our pieces could fit perfectly together. Like I could see our future and this being us when we’re eighty and grey.

I bring Caroline her breakfast and some coffee on a breakfast platter. I topped her French toast with strawberries and whipped cream. Her coffee is hot with sugar and cream. Her eggs are fried and the bacon is crispy. I’ve never tried so hard to make a breakfast. I want her to enjoy every bite. I want to hear her moan with its deliciousness. I want to make her moan after her breakfast too.

She adjusts to the breakfast tray sitting in her lap. She closes her book, and looks up to me in such awe. Her cheeks turn the slightest shade of red. The look of appreciation is written in her smile. She takes her first bite of her French toast and she does exactly what I had planned on happening. She moans the words, “this is more than exquisite.” She obtains some whipped cream on the side of her mouth. I try my hardest not to accompany the cream with my tongue. I want her to enjoy her food first before i enjoy the taste of her.

I watch her eat every bite. Moaning with satisfaction of her breakfast. The whipped cream is still on the side of her mouth and I’ve been gazing at it since it got there waiting for her to finish so I can make her finish. As soon as she sets the tray aside i’m going to make her legs weak and shaky.

The tray is sat next to her as she licks her finger clean, but i stop her. I bring her fingers up to my mouth and clean them myself. The look on her face says it all. She bites her lips as i slowly suck the remains from her fingers. The looks of remembrance comes across her face as she knows what’s to happen next.

I kiss her, and then bring my tongue to the corner of her mouth to lick the trace of cream from her as she lets out the slightest moan. The touch of my lips trail her body down to her thighs. She’s wearing lavender colored panties. My fingers tease her through her purple underwear. Her back is arched. Her fingers and tangled in my hair and her breathing is heavy. She wants me.

I lower myself to her lightly blowing on her and kissing her through her lingerie. She wants more. I act as if I’m going to slide them over and take her with my tongue, but then I remember the whipped cream. I stop myself without a word and walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Caroline is laying there propped up on the pillow like she was previously. She sees the whipped cream in my hand and her eyes flash with excitement mixed with innocence. I remove her from her t-shirt and lavender panties and trail the whipped cream from her breasts, to her stomach, to her thighs, and then to her p***y. She’s gasping for air from the excitement.

I start within her warmth, because I know that’s what she wants most. I slowly take her with my tongue. I brush against her with the wetness of my mouth and she lets out a loud whimper. Letting me know that she’s enjoying me and doesn’t want me to stop. I speed up and slow down writing my name between her legs with my tongue. Something within me seems to be enjoying her noises as much as she’s enjoying me. I feel myself hardening to her moans. I stop and let out a “c*m for me baby” and continue.

Her fingers intertwined throughout my hair and her back arches even further. She’s pulling my hair and breathing even heavier than before and then she lets out an exhausted noise and her body creates it’s own cream into my mouth.

For some reason, this made me even harder and I had the urge to be inside her even more. She pulls me up to her and as soon as I reach her freckled nose, i captivate myself within her warmth. I growl out to her giving her reassurance that she indeed feels better than I’ve ever felt before. I slowly thrust myself in and out of her. I’m this moment we are one and we are all that I want us to be. One person. One love. One life.