Man of My Dreams(3)

“Oh, Noah…” I moan against his mouth. My lips are swollen from his rough, breathtaking kisses. I savor every inch of his body, as it glides over me—and into me—so powerfully. My nails dig into the glistening skin on his back with each invigorating thrust.

“You like it rough, don’t you, Mia?” his warm breath lingers at my ear, tickling and electrifying every nerve ending.

I answer him with my body, arching to meet him in uncontrolled passion. The rawness of his words carries me to unknown heights. What the hell is it about him? This unwavering feeling that I just can’t get enough. I still can’t get enough and I’m sure I never will.

I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him closer and giving me the leverage to position myself on top of him. When I’m nose to nose with him again, I lick his lips and then bite the plumpness, tugging gently. I place an unsteady hand on his smooth chest and push him down so that I am now in control, peering down at him. I love what I see. Same Noah, just better. His sandy blond waves are neatly trimmed now, shorter than in high school. Instead of a growing boy’s maturing physique, he is all man; sculpted and strong. Sinewy biceps, deltoids and other muscles I never knew could be so defined. And those goddamn eyes—magnetic; pulling me in to their jade green stare.

“You feel so good, baby. So damn good.” His throaty groan ignites a fire in my already heated body, stimulating me to move faster, meeting his bucking hips. My release builds inside of me like a violent, spinning tornado. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

“Shhh, baby, they’ll hear you.” His skillful hands are at my mouth now, muffling the loud cries that are dying to escape.

Who? I think to myself. Who will hear? I honestly couldn’t care less.

He tilts me, lowering me back down on the bed again. I writhe underneath him, staring into his captivating eyes. It’s amazing how they have always had a way of piercing right through me. Right through to my very core. It’s okay though because he’s mine now. I’m allowed to bare my soul to him, to abandon all the adolescent angst.

“I love you, beautiful. Oh my God, I fucking love you.” his voice is unsteady. I know he’s almost there.

With one more commanding thrust, matched by his, the intensity builds, the beautiful conclusion of the both of us coming apart in each other’s arms. And just as I am about to scream out how much I love him too, moan out his name…

“Mommy! Mommy! We’re hungry. Get up!”

Mommy?

With reluctance, I flutter my eyes open slowly and come face to face with a blond haired, blue-eyed angel.

“Mommy, me and Charlie want waffles and she needs you to wipe her butt. She just did poo.”

And there it is…hello reality. Little girls, ass wiping and breakfast at… six forty five! “Girls, are you joking? We need to go back to bed for a little while, Mommy’s tired.” And she was just about to get off to her high school crush.

“No! We not tired anymore,” yells Charlie from the bathroom.

“Well I am! Cara, go wipe your sister’s butt, please, please, please, do Mommy this favor?” Great, I’ve resorted to begging. I pull the covers over my head and let out an exaggerated, frustrated huff of air. I hear giggling on the outside of my cocoon. I peek out unwillingly.

“You like a cranky bear, Mommy. Like in the Goldilocks book.”

“Yeah, well, bears are cranky when they’re woken up from their hibernation.” And even more cranky when woken up from a steamy sex dream.

“I done, I done, I done!” Charlie chants impatiently.

I curse Declan and his business trip as I drag myself out of the bed, hobble into the bathroom, and complete the first ass-wiping of the day. After washing my hands and splashing some water on my face, I look at my daughters and am taken aback by the looks on their faces.

“What? What are you looking at?”

The little devils eye me with identical dancing, glacier-blue-eyes.

Charlie just points, giggling, while Cara rolls her eyes and says, “Your hair!”

I turn to the mirror and gasp at my reflection. “Wow, I really do look like a bear. Sorry girls, crazy dream.” Yeah, crazy and wonderful, and you pains in the asses woke me from it.

“You’re still beautiful, Mommy, don’t worry.” Cara hugs my leg.

“Yeah, you bo-oo-ful,” Charlie agrees, hugging my other leg.

“Not quite as beautiful as either of you angels. Now, let me brush up and then we’ll go down for breakfast. Meet ya down in five?” I tap them on their freshly wiped butts and nudge them off.

“Okay,” their voices already trailing off, “we set the table.”