BEDTIME STORIES

PART ONE

He walked me upstairs and we stood at my door quietly talking for a moment. Then he leaned down and brushed his lips across mine before he said, "Good night. I will see you in the morning."

I nodded and said, "Good night." I stood in the open door of my bedroom and watched as he went back downstairs to his room. Once he was out of sight, I turned and went into my room to get ready for bed. I changed into a royal blue silk gown putting the matching robe on the foot of the extra bed where I could easily get it. I opened the French doors so that I could hear the waves hitting the beach as I fell asleep.

I didn't know how long I slept before I suddenly woke from a terrifying dream I could not remember. I lay there for several minutes shaking as my heart raced. I finally realized that whatever had frightened me in my dream would not allow me to go back to sleep. So I got up and wrapped the bedspread around me and carefully made my way down stairs. I stood on the bottom step listening and wondering what I should do. Quietly I made my way over to the two bedrooms doors that stood open. He was in the first room I looked into. He lay there on his back sleeping. Deciding not to wake him, I moved back through the living room to stand at the patio doors and look out at the water. Except for the stars, it was completely dark; I could not even find any ships or planes.

Even with others in the cottage, I felt cold and alone after the dream. For reasons I could not understand I stood there and began to silently cry. Closing my eyes, I slowly began to sink to the floor so that I could sit there until I was finally ready to go back upstairs to my bed. I never made it to the floor, because suddenly I was being picked up and carried. I knew without opening my eyes who it was and afraid of what I might see I didn't. Once in his room he set my feet on the floor and I shivered as he removed the bedspread from around me. Then he was lifting me again and lying me in his bed. He shut the bedroom door before coming back and joining me. I sighed as he pulled me into his arms and his warmth began to warm me. After a while he asked, "What's wrong Sweetheart?"

Resting my head on his chest I said, "I woke up frightened from a dream and couldn't go back to sleep. And I didn't want to stay upstairs alone."

He rolled me to my back so he could look down at me, "Tell me about it. Sometimes that helps."

I closed my eyes shaking my head, "I can't remember it. I only know that whatever it was frightened me enough that I was afraid to go back to sleep. I know if I do, the dream will happen all over again."

I opened my eyes when I felt him stroke a thumb across my cheek. Softly he said, "If it does you won't be alone this time." Then he leaned down to kiss me.

He seemed to hesitate so I took the initiative. I put the tip of my tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth allowing me the entry I wanted. Carefully he slipped the tip of his tongue into my mouth as well. I immediately deepened the kiss. As I did, I rolled toward him and pressed my body closer to his. When he realized that I wanted to be closer, he once again rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs. Being on my back allowed my hands to roam free and I took full advantage of the opportunity. Running my hands over his back, shoulders, and arms. Even up into his hair.

All of a sudden, I felt his body language change. It was as if his body suddenly became attuned to mine. He moved my hands from his shoulders and laid them on the pillow on either side of my head. Lacing our fingers together as he looked down at me. Holding my hands in place, he began to place small kisses along my jawline before reaching my lips. As I turned my head to kiss him he lifted his head just enough to switch sides. Starting below my ear he again kissed his way across my jaw line. This time I didn't try to intercept the kisses, I just lay there. Next, he journeyed down to the base of my neck where he swirled his tongue before starting back up. I lay there breathing heavy but never making a sound. When he reached my lips, again he started out with kisses that barely grazed my lips, that is until I managed to catch his lower lip between my teeth.

As I caught his lip I lifted my hips pressing into him, he pressed me back down into the bed. And began to rock his hips into mine, keeping the pressure slow and constant. I forced my tongue into his mouth. He deepened the kiss plunging his tongue into my mouth; I gasped opening my mouth more as I went over the edge. As our breathing returned to normal he lifted his head just enough to place kisses all over my face. As I drew a deep breath, he finally released my hands and I felt him brush the hair off my face.

Slowly I opened my eyes to find that I was upstairs in my bed alone. Everything had been a very realistic dream. I lay there for a moment vividly remembering everything about the dream. Looking over at the bedside clock, I saw that I had only been asleep for a couple of hours. I wondered if he was asleep yet or not. I got up, put on my robe and quietly made my way downstairs. I stopped and stood on the bottom step looking at his open bedroom door.