Dream Boy (+18)

They say that makeup brings out a woman's true beauty. I beg to disagree. My wife is the most beautiful right at the moment when I open my eyes in the morning and see her sleeping peacefully next to me. With her dark wavy hair all over the place and a little bit of dried saliva at the edge of her slightly parted lips, she continues to stun me every day that I can't help but stare while she sleeps.

Perhaps due to this, she often wakes up. And when her slightly dazed eyes meet mine, her lightly chapped lips lift up while she smiles that sweet smile. She stretches her body by extending her arms and legs, almost reaching the edges of the bed and yawns loudly. All this before she relaxes and faces me still wearing that sweet smile.

"Good morning, my love." her voice, rough with sleep, reaches my ears and I, once more, stare at her entranced.

She chuckles lightly and buries her face just beneath my chin and hugs me, making sure to rub her head with her unkempt hair on the space between my neck and chin, trying to find the right spot for my head to rest comfortably on top of hers. She, once more, repeats her greeting whilst calling me a sleepyhead.

"Won't you give me a hug?" she requests as she moves her head just enough so she could see my face.

I laugh at her and embrace her close to me, nuzzling my face in her messy hair and inhaling her scent. I always thought she had an odd scent for she smelled so much like paint, probably due to her love for art. However, along with this is her own natural scent which I can't help but love. She smelled of spring and at the same time autumn. It was an odd yet comforting fragrance.

"Did you dream of me?" I ask her whilst hoping that even in her dreams, I am with her as she was and always will be on mine.

I frown as she shakes her head. "I dreamt of something better."

This reply stunned me and made me feel a little hurt but I couldn't help being curious to what made her so happy so I asked. If it was something Icould give her, I would. 

She smiles teasingly and says, "I dreamt of..."

"Of...?" I asked feeling more curious.

"...a boy! I dreamt of a boy." she smiles happily at me while my heart and mind was in chaos. Still, I tried to stay calm and asked her if I knew who this boy was.

Shaking her and laughing lightly she states, "No, I don't think you two have met. He seemed different from you."

I unconsciously hug her closer to me, afraid someone would take her away before asking, "How different?"

"You're very different!" she chuckles before continuing "You are devilishly handsome while he's quite cute but has his own charm. You talk with a king-like pride while he talked to me with kindness and warmth."

"I talk to you with kindness and warmth too." I cut her off feeling my heart hurt. Is she perhaps, insinuating that I wasn't doing enough for her? I could always try harder.

She laughs and says, "You do, but he seemed to...be more respectful when he spoke to me." she paused mid-sentence trying to find the right word.

"And I'm not respectful towards you?"I couldn't help sounding agitated when saying this.

My wife enjoys her freedom and while the things she loves often clash with my possessiveness, I always respect her decisions and rights. She may be my wife but she was still her own person and I knew if I controlled her actions, I would lose her affections. However, the thought of another guy occupying her mind just makes me so furious!

She knows this, yet she dare speak of it. I could only hope she was teasing me for by God, I would search whoever that man was and destroy him so my wife will never be able to give him her presence.

As if knowing my thoughts she continues her description of this boy with mischief evident in her eyes.

"He was also more patient and didn't seem to have your short-temper." I scoff. "And he was very gentlemanly unlike the brute who acted rashly on our first date." I grumble and quietly apologize for that before feeling frustrated and sad with her next words.

"He was quite fun to be with, I couldn't help but like him." she smiles like she was so happy to have met that guy.

Feeling upset and angry with her words, I grabbed her chin and aligned her lips to meet mine in a fierce kiss. She didn't seem surprised at all, as she closes her eyes smiling before wrapping her hands around my neck.

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Letting go of her chin, I pushed her down to make her back land on our bed. I placed one hand on her waist and the other on the underside of her leg, leaving slow traces until I reached the edge of her waist and cupped her nether regions.

She gasps making way for my tongue to enter her mouth and kiss her deeply. I traced my tongue on the ridge of her mouth until she felt confident enough to caress it with hers. I couldn't help but groan, wanting more of her as my anger turns into need and desperation.

My hand that was on her waist slowly lifted up the short nightgown she was wearing. Stopping the kiss for a moment to take it off, her hands let go of my neck before she took my shirt off of my head before I began kissing her once more.

When both of us ended up with all our clothes on the floor and bodies drenched in sweat, her legs wrapped around my waist with my hand on her side, I couldn't help groaning in pleasure as I thrust into her secret a world as she moans biting on my lower lip accidentally making it bleed a little. It didn't hurt however, even if it did, my mind was preoccupied with satisfying this hunger I had for her that never seemed to be filled.

She tugs on the hair just above my neck as I kissed, nibbled, and sucked on her neck and chest.

"Oh!" she moans with her back arched and her head resting on the pillows beneath.

My right hand grabs onto her left hand as I pound into her faster, trying to hear her heavenly moans that sounded like music to my ears.

I stare at her face that was scrunched up in pleasure and thick with both our sweat and couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "Am I better than that boy now?" as I thrust into her sweet-spot hard.

This makes her moan loudly before tugging on my hair roughly. She dazedly opens her eyes to stare at me and shakes her head 'no' while panting and moaning from the pleasure.

Her reply brought my anger back and I wanted to leave her frustrated by stopping but as if reading my thoughts, her legs lock on my back and she pulls me down to breathlessly kiss me the way she knows I grow crazy with desire, before pulling away to nibble on my ear and pantingly whispering "I'm close...please...don't stop.". 

She knows how weak I am to her wishes so I couldn't help but fulfill her desires.

"Mmm..!" I kiss her trying to convey how angry I was by making her surrender herself to me. She instantly gave in and let go of my hair before I pulled her legs off me and turning her so that her back was to me, as quickly as I could.

Plunging myself back onto her, she arches her back and cries out with her head buried in the pillows. Her hands clutch onto the sheets tighter as I held her waist and lean on her before thrusting as hard and as fast as I could fighting hard to not lose myself in this bliss.

I feel her walls getting tighter and tighter as I countinue to pound into her while leaving light bruises with my lips on the back of her neck and cupping her left breast and pinching her nipple.

"Love!" she screams my name as she reached her edge.

When I felt I couldn't hold myself any longer and shot my load into her deepest parts, I unconsciously bit her on the space between her neck and shoulder.

"ahh...Mmm!" I feel her squeezing me even more tightly as she once more reached euphoria.

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Not being able to hold either of us up any longer, we both fell on the bed with a soft thud. Breathing softly, she reaches her right hand up to touch the back of my head, gently running her fingers through my hair as I slowly got down from my high and relaxed. Letting go of her shoulder, I saw my bite mark and licked her wounds whilst feeling bad for hurting her, although I know she also loved it when I left marks, I still didn't like seeing her bleed.

Remembering what started this whole ordeal, I got off her back gently and laid down on her side with mixed emotions. I was jealous of the guy on her dream but I was also angry at myself for being rough with her over it. She might have just been teasing me about it but I let my emotions get the better of me and still ended up hurting her. Although she might have teased me for us to get to this situation, I could have handled it better. However, getting angry over a possible fictional character was just stupid of me. How immature could I be? Although I did love every moment of our love-making... Still, I could have done it gentler. She doesn't even like my overbearing possessiveness and I just showed most of it to her. Maybe the boy in her dreams is better than me.

Feeling my inner turmoil, my wife faces me smiling softly and places a hand on my cheek before gently placing her lips on mine for a short but sweet kiss.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks with her eyes shining.

I cup her face gently and apologize. "I'm sorry I am a petty man." she seemed surprised but before she could speak I continued, "I know you don't like it when I'm possessive and controlling. You're right. I'm not the better man for I can't even hold on to my self-control when it comes to you. I'm not gentle and I'm prideful. I also have a short temper and I am not that kind. You deserve someone better like the person in your dreams."

"But love-"

"However..." I cut her from speaking to embrace her and make her comfortable in my arms before continuing, "My love, I can always try to be better. I know I have a lot to change and improve but please...don't leave me for another man. I love you so much I wouldn't be able to bear it. Honestly, I could destroy him and lock you up and tie you to our bed just thinking about it." she was about to protest before I cut her off again, "but I know you wouldn't want that and it wouldn't make you happy either. I just ask for your patience in dealing with me as I try to understand you better as you have understood me all this time. I know, I lack many things and could hurt you still in the future due to my idiocy but when I do, please know that it's because I am a fool for you."

"I am possessive because I don't want others to take you away from me. I get short-tempered because I want your undivided attention for myself. I am...so afraid of losing you that I sometimes forget reason." I could see her face trying to argue so I try to clarify. 

"I'm not saying it's your fault that I'm like this. It is mine. I am a silly man. A very silly man that can't help but love you more and more the longer we spend time together. I wish for you to be happy in marrying me, in choosing me, and living with me for the rest of our lives together. I can give up everything just to be with you because you're all I need."

Holding on to her tighter and staring straight into her eyes pleadingly I say "So please, don't give up on me just yet. I can be better-no, I will be better. Just don't let me go, I beg of you my love."

The room remains quiet before she smiles softly at me and kisses my forehead while touching my cheek gently. "love, my love, my sweet and adorable husband, I'm not going to go anywhere." she chuckles softly. "I married you because I know you are the only one in this world who I could share my life with. I know we sometimes fight over small or big things but I would never want to part from you. I wouldn't know what to do without you because I got so used to you that just a second away from you, I start missing you. I love you so so much that sometimes, my heart can't hold it and knowing you feel the same way, I just can't...help but feel so happy." Tears start pouring from her eyes as she gets emotional. "You're-hic...already the best for me."

"Sorry...I'm sorry." she cries as she hides her face with her hands and cuddles closer to my chest. "You know I'm not usually-hic like this."

That's true, I've never seen her get so emotional as now. I gently pat her back and try to comfort her with my embrace. "I'm here. I'll always be here for you. You can cry whenever you feel like crying."

She laughs softly and wraps her hands around my neck before kissing my lips softly and pulling away. "It must be because I'm pregnant." she smiles brightly at me.

I smile back at her before her words register in my head and I was so stunned. "...what?"

She laughs as she pushes me down in bed and gets on top of me before whispering in my ear "you're going to be a daddy, my love."

Hearing her confirmation, I hold her close to me and shower her face with kisses as she giggles and cuddles closer to me. "I'm going to be a father." I smile and say excitedly. "We're going to be parents!" she exclaims and we both laugh and enjoy this moment together.

"Bet the boy in your dream would be jealous now." I tease.

She laughs and looks at me smiling. "You know what makes you similar?"

I didn't particularly like talking about other men but I couldn't care less right now so I asked. "What?"

She smiles brilliantly at me and replied, "He had your blue eyes and smile."