Dreamer

?Michelle! Come out of the bathroom and just let me see.? I can hear your voice through the hotel bathroom door.*?No,? I whine against the wall as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying not to pick apart the lines on my face. Vindictive words of my past swirl within my self-esteem and play their tricks.*?Come on. You?re gorgeous. I promise.? The tone of your voice has a whisper of annoyance but that is because we play this game often.*?You can?t laugh.?*?I?m not goin-? You cut yourself from finishing your sentence. I assume you feel that it's easier just to agree with me than to fight, in which case you'd be correct.* ?Okay. I won?t laugh.??Promise?? The desperation in my reply comes from the need for your validation.* My heart knows that you wouldn?t do anything to maliciously hurt me. But my brain doesn?t want to believe that and the two are constantly fighting with each other.**?Yes, of course. Now would you just come out here?? The silence that hangs in the air was palpable. The thought of just hiding out in the bathroom until you fall asleep crosses my mind. But I need to get over this fear.?Close your eyes,? I call out from the other bahis siteleri side of the door.*?What? Why???Just close them, please?? I plead.*?Alright, fine. They?re closed.?Jittery fingers turn the knob and release it to swing open. I attempt to calm my pounding heartbeat by sucking in my breath before taking a step forward. Entering the main area of our hotel room, the golden hour of sunlight peers through the sheer curtains. Casting deep shadows and coating surfaces in a warm amber tint. I am overcome by the sight of you sitting at the end of the bed, waiting for me. Doing my best to retain any amount of confidence I have, I saunter over. Squeezing my way in between your legs, your hands intuitively land on my hips. There?s a trace of a grin that is forming as your thumbs can indicate that the fabric adorned on my skin is lacy*?Okay. You can open them.? Nervous fingers fiddle with each other. But I stand before you in black lingerie, delicately accentuating various curves.?Oh. Wow.?*?That bad?? I?m ready to dismiss your reaction before you even have a chance to speak. ?I knew this was a stupid idea.? Defeated and defensive, I begin to retreat canlı bahis siteleri back to my safe space of the bathroom.*?No. No.? Your hand takes a hold of my wrist before I can get too far. ?Come back here.? You resume your position of sitting at the edge of the mattress. ?You are absolutely stunning.?*?You have to say that.? I negate your compliment by deflecting and assuming you?re already lying to me.*?I don?t have to say anything. Alright.? You lock your stare with mine and do not allow me to turn away. ?Do you see anyone else in this room? Am I looking at anyone else right now???No.? I give a bit of pout in my response.*?Exactly. I?m looking at you. I see you and I want to touch you. I need to explore you, taste you, feel you, and hold you. For as long as I can.? With each passing statement, your volume gets softer and I?m drawing closer to you. ?So, please get those nasty thoughts out of your head for just a bit. Focus on me. I?m here. Melt into me.?Whatever incantation you just recited is working, because I am fully taken under by your spell. Nodding my head in agreement. ?Good.? I didn?t notice it at first, but at some point, canlı bahis you started to run the pads of your fingers along my arms. Slowly, they glide up and down, barely touching the surface.*?I want to make you feel everything you desire.? The volume of your speech is hardly murmuring.A trail of goosebumps follows along with your hands until my entire body tingles with anticipation. All of the antagonizing voices in my head diffuse and I?m left with the sounds of my own sighs. My chest rises and then falls as your hand floats up, settling on the space behind my ear. You are inching me towards you, bewitching me with your charismatic charm that I am unable to resist. I let myself go and connect our lips together.Kissing isn?t something that is new for us. Usually, they are furious and hungry. But at this moment, joining together feels brand new, somehow. I part my mouth just enough to let your tongue pass. With each uninterrupted minute, the kiss intensifies. My arms snake around to your shoulders and I press my chest to yours. You grab my pillowy ass and I giggle into the kiss, your fingers clenching into the meat. You hoist my frame a centimeter off of the ground for a second, so that you can gently toss me on top of the bedspread. My head tenderly taps the pillow as you slink your way in between my legs. Hands knitting together and pressing against the pillowtop.