We were once again sitting on the two peacock feather shaped cane chairs that sat at the far end of the verandah. Sipping our evening tea, listening to the symphony of the night creatures and enjoying the cool refreshing breeze.
You couldn’t see ten feet into the dark, but somehow instead of feeling afraid, I felt…cocooned, protected, sheltered. Like the darkness was a wall between us and the rest of the world.
“Are you settling in okay here? I meant to ask this morning but you were busy with Isabelle and I never got around to it.”
“I am, it’s very quiet and relaxing.”
“I would’ve thought someone as young as you are would find that a hardship.” You and me both!
“No, I knew what it would be like when I went for the interview.”
In fact that was the selling point. At the time I wanted to get away from people and the hustle and bustle of the city; away from life.
Of course I didn’t say that. Or mention the fact that I’d found a whole lot more than I’d expected to find in this remote paradise.
“And what do you think of it, my humble abode?” He asked the question as if my answer was of the utmost importance.
“I’m not sure you can call this humble Callan.” I looked up and back at the behemoth of a house that was seriously built for a family of ten at least.
“But to answer your question, I like it here. I thought it would take some getting used to, being this far away from everything. But it didn’t.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that it felt like I belonged, but I’m not in the habit of being that trite.
“So you don’t miss home, your friends, family?” I didn’t give a canned response, but actually gave it some thought before answering. “No!”
No other words were spoken for the longest while and we both settled into a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we sipped our quickly cooling tea.
Soon it was time to turn in. Life starts early around here and I’ve been averaging about five hours sleep a night. What with sexy hot dreams that awaken me with aches in uncharted territory.
I said goodnight and made my way upstairs for a nice long shower to relax and get myself ready for what was to come.
That night as I climbed into bed I could already feel the excitement building. It always seems to start between my thighs. I’ve come to expect it every night now, the dream.
But it’s the strangest thing this dream. Unlike any that came before. It always starts and ends the same. No matter how I may hope otherwise.
Each time as soon as dream Callan starts to enter me, I’d come awake with a start. I wondered if maybe that was because real me was still a virgin.
But that didn’t make sense, what could one possibly have to do with the other? It did leave me achy and needy for hours afterwards, and it was getting harder and harder to fall back to sleep again.
Tonight was no different. He came to me the same as always, removed my night dress and laid me back against the bed. I felt his weight and spread my legs to accept the heat of his length pressed up against me.
We shared the same torrid kisses, hot, slow, with our tongues chasing each other inside our mouths until I was out of breath, before he took my nipple into his mouth.
As with all the nights before, at this point I’m mindless with need and freer than I’ll ever be in reality. My hands reach out to hold his head against me as he suckles hungrily at my flesh.
I can feel the beading of my nipple, it seems so real. The cool night air against my heated flesh as it pops from his lips before he moves onto the other and send me up again.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, as if he knows, he leaves my over sensitive flesh and makes his way down to that secret place between my spread thighs.
That needy feeling is building to fever pitch inside me and as always, my heart picked up speed here. I held my breath with anticipation. The need is so strong I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
I can feel myself trying to direct the dream, wanting, begging, for this time to be different. But again, I came awake as soon as I felt his hand move between us to remove his cock from his trousers.
Tonight though there was a slight difference. Tonight as the fog began to clear, as I struggled to stay in the dream, something intruded.
I waited for the sound to come again before jumping from the bed and rushing next door to the baby. My heart was still off kilter when I made it to her room and stood over her cradle.