Extraordinary

Chapter 7- I Like It, I Need It

Nora's POV

     Night time was when I really came to life. I could experience a myriad of feelings just from a few fluttery kisses anywhere from my mystery man. He would kiss and nip my ears with a melodious chuckle when I squirmed in his arms. There were intense moments and more relaxed, casual moments where we could share a laugh or two, talking about our day. It turns out that my guy is a great cook. He even brought me food in one of our dreams. It was delicious. He often brought me little things that I could take back with me after the dream like a heart-shaped keyring, a small flower pendant, cupcake hair clips and the occasional blue flower to add to my collection. I felt close to this man though, after all this time, I still didn't know anything about him. He was emotionally available, sharing his views on so many topics we would discuss while somehow keeping all the details that would hint to who he really was omitted. I would always feel so good escaping to his reality that I never really felt the urge toppers him for answers. I figured it probably didn't really matter since it was just a dream, (a very realistic dream that always left me with souvenirs and butterflies in my stomach). I had spent so much time trying to please my parents and help out financially that I never really had any romantic encounters with anyone. The few times I had even smiled at a boy news of my parents situation and hostility would reach them and they would stay away from me. Now though, now that I felt this good I really wanted to try; I wanted so much more. I wanted to go further with my mystery man, much further. If it's just a dream then it would be intact when I woke. If it was more than a dream, I would be satisfied knowing that I had given myself to a man who made me feel loved.

    Every kiss made me ache for more. He was ever the gentleman always stopping before things went too far. He had seemed to be getting closer to his limit. His kisses seemed to get more passionate each night we met, and though I still continued to wear the blindfold I could feel his warm breath tickle my chin as he seemed to sniff me, as if savouring my scent. I could feel his fingers caressing my arms while I explained events. Best of all were those moments when he would hum tunes to me of popular songs. Maybe things would progress soon.

Mystery Man POV:

     When I entered her dreams that night I couldn't find her. I could hear her giggling not far off in the trees. I followed her voice to one tree in a plateau filled with flowers. she was wearing a sheer night gown this time and it was harder than ever to keep my hands from reaching out for her folds. She looked exquisitely beautiful with her long, auburn hair flowing in the wind. Her breasts were firm and plump; she was curvy in ways that could make any man want to take a second look and her legs were smooth and toned. When I looked up I saw her outstretched arms. I walked straight into her arms and felt her press her pebbly peaks onto me. Some stray strands of  her hair swished gently onto my shoulder and I couldn't resist rubbing them between my fingers. She was definitely better this close rather than farther away. She took the lead and entwined her fingers with mine forcing me to stay in place. She kissed me feverishly rubbing herself on me all the while. I couldn't let her go so far though, not without knowing who I really was. I tried to stop her butter she wasn't relenting, only deepening the kiss each time. She led one of my hands to her breast and the other to her inner thigh while moving them in a circular motion. I couldn't resist my attraction to her. I freed my mouth from hers, dragging my hands up to her neck tilting it back just enough to allow me to kiss and nibble the crook of her neck. I used the other hand to ease the tension I could feel building where she had arched her back. She smelt like lavender. I moved my lips lower to lay wet kisses to her chest just above and right below, her breasts over the fabric of her sheer night gown. she shuddered and I had to stop and glance up at her to see how flushed she was. I moved lower down her body, being encouraged by more little shudders. She was now gripping my hair and moaning softly. Nothing could delight me as much as hearing her in that moment. I slipped a hand beneath her nightgown and rubbed gently against her throbbing heat. She gasped and shivered. I kissed right at that spot through her clothing and felt her shiver again. I looked up again, but this time when I saw her flushed face I remembered how much I wanted her to be mine and love me. This could wait atleast until she knew my true identity and made her decision about me. I stopped, stepped away from her and kissed her forhead. I let her know I would be back and when I did I expected an answer from her about something important. she looked disappointed but hopeful at the same time. I could only hope she would want more of me.