Chapter 5 Will You... What?
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Mystery Man POV
For the first time ever, I went to my lady in her dreams and she was laughing. She told me she couldn't wait to go to sleep to speak with me. I rushed over to her and wrapped her in my arms from the back. She didn't shy away but rather, leaned in to me. I couldn't contain myself. I kissed a line from the base of her throat up to her chin and ran my hands up and down the sides of her arms before I asked her to tell me the good news. She was squealing with joy when she told me her best friend's roommate moved out and she was now officially a tenant at the apartment. Finally! Some good news. She surprised me when she turned in my arms and hugged me tightly. She whispered to me that she had come prepared and pulled my face down to her level. That was when I saw the blindfold. This little minx had seriously come prepared. The second or two it took for me to process this, she flooded my senses with a simmering kiss. It could have been just in my mind but she tasted like strawberries. When we broke for air she told me the flower I had given her had made it past the dream and she had kept it preserved. She told me she was willing to come blindfolded every night if it meant I would be willing to stay with her. She told me I was the best part of every day and she needed me with her.
In that moment I had to let go of anxiety I didn't know I felt. She needed me? Me? I couldn't resist leaning in once more. I smothered her in small fluttering kisses all over her face and shoulders. We were at the creek again so when she pulled me down we fell into a bed of flowers with me on top and her beneath me. My hands roamed freely along her arms and legs. She held me tentatively and leaned into me. I deepened the kiss and tangled my tongue with hers, savoring her, trying to rid her body of any timidity. I had to stop myself before things got more serious.She was a bit startled when I broke the kiss and pulled her up with me into a sitting position. She quickly composed herself and leaned into me once more. This time there were tears on her cheeks. Tears I could not understand. Sensing she needed some time to settle I combed my fingers through her lush auburn hair with one hand and used the other to gently rub circles on her back. It took some time, but when she did regain her composure, she opened the floodgates of her heart to me. She began telling me of some of the hardships she had experienced and how much she welcomed seeing me each night. It wasn't hard to understand why she looked so tired and sad before. I wanted nothing more than to make her mine. I wanted to keep her safe.
I couldn't hold myself back. I sealed her lips with mine. I was surprised by how naturally her tongue kept in rhythm with mine. She was able to match every twist, turn and thrust. It was so easy to get lost in her. She was just so beautiful. Once again I was the first to come up for air. I promised her I would be here for her as long as she would let me. We bade each other goodnight and sweet dreams and that's how things started to blossom between us. For the next few days we continued to grow closer to each other. We learnt more about each other starting to pick up a bit on each other's mannerisms. Clothes were shed a few times but we were able to control ourselves before things got more serious.
Nora's POV
One night, during our shared dream, my mystery man came to me a bit differently. I had been to sleep twice before I could meet him and when I did, he seemed a bit agitated. His kisses were brief and heated. He slid his fingertips over every feature of my face and body as if trying to memorize me. We sat for a bit and spoke until finally he asked, "Will you…?" I was desperate to know what he was going to ask but try as I might, I could not return to dreamland. I was forced into wakefulness by my phone ringing loudly on the pillow next to my head. I looked down to see that it was a call from my mother. I couldn't believe she unknowingly found another way, yet again, to take away my happiness. That night, I could not get through with my mystery man again.
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