Dream Lover (3 page)

Kayla moaned and reached up to grab ahold of
his arms. Her fingers caressed his muscles. He raised his head once
again, and she lowered hers to find his hazel eyes peering at her.
He clasped his hands on either side of her head and kissed her
deeply, possessing her mouth. She moaned against his lips. She felt
her body igniting with his desire, and she kissed him back and
there was no doubt that she wanted him, too. He groaned, shifting
her so she had to step back. He guided her to the edge of the bed
and then lowered her onto it. He backed away and looked at Kayla on
the bed.

“You are so beautiful. I love your mocha
colored skin. I can’t wait to see you…all of you.”

He moved slowly toward the bed and straddling
her, she is forced to lie backwards. Their eyes never lost
contact.

“I have wanted to tell you for a while now
what you do to me, Kay.”

When he used her pet name, she smiled,
hearing him tell her that he was just as affected by her as she was
by him made her almost giddy inside. He lowered his lips to hers.
When their lips parted, she was breathless. His eyes grew darker
with lust and desire in them, and Kayla knew that her eyes were
mirroring his.

Kayla gazed up at him, drinking him in. He
leaned down and gently kissed her, and she couldn’t help herself.
She threw her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers in his
soft black hair; she pulled him closer to her body and kissed him
deeply. He was taken by surprise, but he moaned and responded in
kind. He reached down to the hem of her dress and let his hand
travel up her thigh to her panties.

Kayla was grateful that she decided against
wearing stockings. And he pulled her panties to the side and rubbed
her vulva, separating the outer lips and circling her clit. Kayla
began to grind into his hand.

“I want you to make love to me,” Kayla
breathed.

His touch against her skin was all sensuous
tingle, his fingers causing the passion to build deep in her
belly.

“Start removing my clothes,” he whispered as
he inserted a finger into her core. He slid it in and out and then
inserted another finger. Her desire was pooling around his fingers,
her breathing erratic. She could hardly focus on the buckle of his
belt. Somehow, she managed to undo the belt and the button.

He shifted his body to the side and started
to unzip her dress. He thrust his fingers into her twice more and
then pulled them out suddenly. Kayla almost screamed as the
sensation rolled through her body. He focused on removing her dress
and then slowly pulled her panties down. He then stood up and slid
his pants completely off. Kayla licked her lips wondering how he
would taste. Before she could make a move to see, he was lying on
top of her.

He positioned himself at her entrance,
grabbed her hands, raised them over her head, and eased himself
into her, sliding slowly, filling her. She could feel him
stretching her. She closed her eyes to relish in the moment.

“Open your eyes baby. I want to see you.”

She groaned loudly as she opened her
eyes.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as he
moved back and forth at a slow, sensual tempo. He gazed into her
eyes, his own eyes filled with desire and pleasure.

“Oh baby, you feel so good. You are so tight.
You like it, baby?”

“Yes!”

He moved slowly, savoring her, feeling her
slickness, letting her warmth envelope him.

He was so gentle with her, and it took no
time for her to find his rhythm and start to meet his movements. He
began moving faster, deeper, harder.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned.

They were moving like a well-oiled machine,
and it didn’t take long for her to fall over the edge, spiraling
into a deliciously violent shivering orgasm. She clenched around
him pulling him deeper into her, and he let her hands go, wrapping
his hands under her ass cheeks, rolling her so she was then on top
of him.

“Oh my,” she squealed and giggled at the
quick unexpected movement.

Clasping the headboard, Kayla moved up and
down slowly, her eyes gazing into his eyes. He was watching her,
mouth forming a small “o,” his breath stilted. He looked so
gorgeous. Sweat glistened on their skin as they moved together in a
lustful dance of passion. Tentatively, she brought her hands down
to his shoulders and gripped him with her fingers. He groaned and
leaned his head back. Kayla saw his reaction and picked up her
speed.

They moved together, and Kayla lifted her
hands to his head and entwined her fingers into his soft hair.
Holding his head in place she kissed him deeply. She continued to
ride him. He groaned again. She picked up the pace, faster, faster.
He put his hands on her hips and kissed her. They were wet mouths,
tongues and muffled moans.

Kayla sensed her release building. She could
feel him thrusting upward meeting her thrust with his own. There
was a pleasurable tightening on the inside of her, and she could
feel the whirlpool starting to swirl at the stirring of the vortex
pending. She moved her mouth from his and leaned her head forward
so their foreheads were touching.

“That’s it baby,” he breathed.

Kayla came with a loud scream. Her orgasm
ripped through her, a turbulent, passionate apogee that devoured
her whole body and sent her soaring in a vast space of almost
unconscious awareness. She could feel him still thrusting, and it
became wild and uncontained. In the distance, she could hear their
bodies slapping together.

“FUCK!” he cried, and it was a wild
invocation that stirred Kayla’s very soul. She felt his release
splash into her and coat the walls of her canal. He began to slow
his thrusts as the energy was yanked from him, and his body
shuddered.

They rested in this position until their
breathing returned.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Kayla couldn’t say she didn't enjoy the ride
back to her house, since Bill drove slowly as if to make it last
longer. She couldn't stop her knowing smile, and didn't even try.
When they arrived at her house, he opened his door and slid out
reluctantly. He opened the passenger door for her and extending his
hand and she took it while she slid out of the car.

“I want to see you again, Kay,” he said
quietly.

She turned to him and said, “You will. I
promise.”

Back at her house, she leaned against the
door for a moment, a dreamy smile touching her lips and eyes.
Mentally shaking herself, she kicked off her shoes, and headed
towards the bathroom. Starting the water running, Kayla’s mind
raced over the events of last night. She had not planned to have a
night of passion with Bill, but she was absolutely glad it had
happened. It all seemed so romance novel-ish, though she was
definitely not complaining.

Kayla undressed and climbed into the shower,
and she let the spray wash over her. Not letting her mind wander,
she hurriedly showered and got out. Quickly drying her hair, she
let it flow down to her shoulders. She pulled on her pajamas and
headed for her bedroom.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Kayla was awakened by her cell phone ringing.
Startled, she reached for the clock next to her bed to see what
time it was. To her surprise, it was going on 3:30 in the
afternoon. She stumbled out of bed and got her phone out of her
purse.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Kay, we’re all meeting up at the club
again tonight to have one last “meeting” before we all go our
separate ways,” Wanda was yelling into the phone.

“Wh-what?” Kayla said walking back to her
bed.

“Kay, are you listening? We are getting
together again tonight.”

“I heard you, but we were just out last night
and I had a long night. I am so tired,” Kayla said smiling at what
really had her so tired.

“Well everyone is going to be there, and Bill
asked if you were coming. I think he likes you. Mitchell said he
took you home last night. I mean the whole time that we were in
study groups together; he never seemed interested in anyone. In one
night, you have him asking about you,” Wanda said trying to get
information without asking directly.

“What time tonight?” Kayla said smiling ear
to ear.

“Atta-girl, meet us there at 8.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

Kayla slept for another hour before she got
up to fix something to eat. She pulled out a chicken breast and
looked for her Minute Brown Rice and the ingredients for a green
salad. While the chicken breast thawed, she went to her room to see
what she should wear tonight.

Knowing that she would see Bill again, she
wanted to look especially nice. She wondered if he would act
differently. When he had dropped her off at her house, he said that
he wanted to see her again. She could only hope that it wasn’t a
mistake to sleep with him.

She chose her all-time favorite little black
dress. She needed to feel good about herself, and she was not sure
how Bill would react to her. However, whenever she wore this dress,
the world would be straight. She could face anything in this dress.
She pulled out her diamond earrings, with her mom’s pearl and
diamond necklace. Then she looked through her shoes and chose her
black Louboutin pumps. She laid her dress on the bed and took out
her black satin bra and panty set.

She decided to set her hair so she could have
soft curls. It took her about 45 minutes to roll up her hair and
sit under the dryer. Deciding to leave the rollers in her hair, she
headed to the kitchen to fix her dinner.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Mitchell let out a whistle upon seeing Kayla,
“You look great.”

Bill said nothing, but the look in his eyes
when he looked at her made Kayla blush. There were already couples
swaying on the dance floor to a slow romantic song, and he held his
hand out to her without a word. Putting her hand in his, he smiled
into her eyes and led her onto the dance floor. Taking her into his
arms, he held her close, and the now familiar shiver raced up
Kayla’s spine. With her head tucked under his chin, her mind went
back to the night before, and it didn't go alone. Her body
responded to the slight caress of his hands on her back, and his
lips at her ear.

With the song over, they walked back to the
table, only for Mitchell to ask her for the next dance. When he
took her in his arms, he started telling Kayla how he'd missed her
last night. Then, he told her what happened between him and Wanda
the night before. He really thought they had a chance and
considered his success to be attributed to all the nights they sat
and chatted about women in general and Wanda specifically.
Politely, Kayla listened and made the correct responses, all the
while wishing Bill’s arms were back around her. How long could one
dance last?

Going back to the table, they found the
others ordering drinks from the waiter. They added their orders to
the others and then joined the conversation about what their plans
were now that they’d graduated. It seemed like they all had their
own ideas on where they wanted to go and what they wanted to
achieve in their lives. The only thing that was a common goal was
to be happy and find someone to share in their success whatever it
may be.

Their drinks arrived, and the conversation
switched to memory lane. Not usually a drinker, Kayla loosened up
and had a Long Island Iced Tea. She wasn't so nervous anymore. Much
more relaxed, she joined the conversations going on around her,
where before she had only spoken when addressed, taking
inconspicuous glances at Bill.

Soon couples started teaming up to dance, and
taking the initiative, Kayla asked Bill to dance. The DJ had been
playing some techno dance music but had now switched to slow paced
R&B.

After several dances, Kayla was a bit tired.
They had danced, fast, slow and in between. She was a bit sweaty
and very hot. More importantly, her feet were beginning to ache.
She was overheated and needed some fresh air. She really wasn't use
to the liquor, and all the exercise. Her body was reminding her how
out of shape she was. Mitchell and Wanda had both left a while ago,
and the dance floor was thinning out. Assuring them she’d be right
back, Kayla started back to their table to get her purse.

She stepped into the brisk air outside the
club and walked a few steps to a bench at a bus stop. She inhaled
deeply. Looking up into the night sky, she closed her eyes. Smiling
slightly to herself, she made a wish.

"What did you wish for?"

Surprised, Kayla turned slightly to see Bill.
She felt her face flame, and she turned back to the street.

"I just needed some air. It's beautiful out
here tonight."

He came closer, and came to stand just behind
her. Again he asked his question:

"What did you wish for?" and she had an
answer waiting this time.

"Haven’t you heard that you aren’t supposed
to tell your wishes? If you do, it won't come true."

“Yeah, that’s what they say, but what if I
can help it come true?” he said, walking around to take a seat next
to her.

Sitting next to her, he wrapped his arms
around the back of the bench: "Was this what you wished for?"

“Or was this . . .” kissing her neck, "your
wish?"

Kayla’s heart started pounding, and she held
her breath. He leaned in so his face was in front of hers.

"Or maybe this?" his lips met hers lightly,
and they were gone.

"Or this?" Pulling her closer, he kissed her
with passion, and her senses leapt.

Yes, this was part of what she’d wished
for
. But if she admitted it, he would only search for the rest
of the wish. Pulling away slightly from her, he looked at her face,
and smiled. He looked quite happy with himself and the state he'd
brought her to, with just a kiss.

"Yes, that was a part of my wish," she
admitted to him. Now his smile had turned into a full-fledged grin.
Pulling her tightly into his arms, he again kissed her, and she
knew this time, it wouldn't stop there, as if reading her mind, he
stopped kissing her and took her hand, they walked slowly back into
the club.