Aiden

I know he is looking at me again. His piercing got gaze bears it way through me. While not invasive, it gives me a sense of security and appreciation. Something I have never felt so wholeheartedly before. Unknown amount of time passes until finally, I perceive the blankets that cover us move ever so gently off me. Unimaginably so, somehow his passion grows stronger. I can feel my heart racing at a million miles per hour. Throbbing so loudly I'm almost certain I've woken up our neighbors. My mind goes muddled as he places his hand on my side. I cave into my desire.

Slowly I move closer to him. Reaching out with my left hand; I instantly feel the cold air of winter wrap around my fingertips. As i reach out I feel is backside. Instantly I feel his warmth envelope my hand. Uncontrollably, I affectionately pull myself towards him. With such an intimate space between us I fear he'll head my pounding heart. I think to myself 'I am in love with him.' I smile from the bottom of my heart.

Sensing him lean in, I lay still. Then his lips touch mine. Passionately I feel his lips pressed against mine. Intoxicated by lust I feel his tongue invade my mouth. My body goes numb from excitement. I feel his tongue wrap around mine. Delirious with love and pleasure I feel him pull away. Not before he sucks on my tongue as if to drink straight from my mouth. I fail to stifle a light moan as I feel his big hand massage my full butt. Sensually rubbing my butt I shudder with ecstasy. Firmly he grabs a hand full of my flesh. Unable to bear this assault so early, I open my eyes and blurringly look at him. The second I laid eyes upon him; I felt my heart throb.

Time slowed down and the world fell silent. Afraid of wasting this moment I stared at him deeply. In hope of etching his very existence onto my soul. His hair, which is slightly disheveled from sleeping; is cut short on the sides while the top is only a little longer than the rest. Hints of his hair style can be seen, spiked up and to the side. Examining his hair color, it seems almost impossibly black. As if someone snatched the night sky and dyed it into his hair. With the morning sun filtering through the blinds; it gives him a calming aura. Looking at him, I am drawn into his eyes. Ensnared by his gaze I find myself lost in his eyes. The color of his eyes makes my heart palpitate. The outer color of his iris are colored a vibrant brown. Looking closely, towards the center of his pupil one can see fine streaks of gold.

Entranced, I spy something in his eyes. I can see happiness in them. Yet what I can feel, see is this overwhelming affection for me. In the depths of his eyes, I can perceive how much he truly loves me. The way he looks at me, is as though I am the only thing that matters. Joy fills my body just from this thought. Tearing my eyes away, I glimpse his horrifically adorable nose. Prominent are his Asian descent. His face, while not completely chiseled; isn't round either. It is a perfect balance of masculinity and softness. Adorning his face is a well kept full beard, that leans more towards a stubble. Like his hair, his beard is raven black. Yet interestingly on the right side of his chin, some auburn color pops out. Which just adds to his already charming face. Wandering further down with my eyes linger on his upper body. Shirtless he lays there on his side facing me. His skin much like his face, reflect his Asian heritage. I catch a hint of his well toned body. While not body builder muscles, he definitely has defined muscles. With the blanket covering most of him, I couldn't explore any further down. Looking back up at his face I am unable to resist the this urge swelling up inside me. Drawing my face closer to his I kiss him, hoping to transmit my love for him. Parting lips I whisper "Good morning, love."

Seeing him look so dazed, I can feel shock and joy emitting from him. He replies "Morning Suzune."

Time started flowing again. The world begins to make noise again. Yet everything seems just a tad happier. We lay in each others embrace, cuddling like newlyweds. Appreciating his warmth, appreciating him. I take a deep breathe. Smelling his scent, I am filled with the a mix of is natural body odor and his cologne he wore last night. The mixture sends shivers down my spine. Seconds go by and I sense something change. Suddenly he pulls me into a tighter embrace. He puts strength into his arms, and all I wish is for him to feel just how deep my affection runs for him. I tighten my arms around his back. In pure bliss I bury myself into his chest. I try and say something but all that comes out is my muffled voice. He loosens his grip, backing up I inch my way up him so I can more clearly see his eyes. Feeling a burst of intimacy I lovingly reach out with my left hand and softly stroke his hair. His hair is silky smooth. Wrapping around my finger I momentarily lose myself in this sensation. "Did you sleep well?" I ask questioningly.

He replies "I slept fine. If I will be honest, I slept okay. I am much happier being awake and seeing you though."

Stunned by his shameless declaration, I can feel my cheeks blush. In a half hearted attempt at retaliation I lightly punch his chest. Though it only really eggs him on. Trying to avoid falling into his pace I quickly ask how long he's been awake. He says "I have no idea to be honest. I've just been laying here staring at your sleeping face." Feeling my face heat up I shyly respond "Again?!"

"Sorry love. I can't help but admire... even adore you. You are so gorgeous... mesmerizing that I can't help but too stare, love. I am, without a doubt infatuated with you."

Even though I know he's just being super cheesy, I can't help but feel happiness well up inside of me. I thought to myself. Slowly he leans towards me. In anticipation I close my eyes ever so gently. Subconsciously I lean forward. Our lips touch. Struck by an uncontrollable urge I tease his lips with my tongue. Separating our lips my mind starts to wander. Questioningly I ask "What time is it babe?"

Watching him roll over, I rest my head against the pillow. Admiringly looking at him, without turning around he replies "It's 7:00 am."

"So early babe!"

I lightly protest. Trying to repress the slight joy I felt at the prospect of spending more time with him. With a overly useless decisive tone he says "That was my aim! Today is a rare day off for both of us. And I will proclaim today as a lazy day!"

I laugh internally at his childish declaration. I lovingly inch forward towards his wide back. Spotless if hair and other blemishes; save for the few small moles. I tenderly move my left hand around his stomach. Feeling the well toned, yet not over abundant muscles on him; I feel my heart start to race. Gently he wraps his hand around mine. Easily engulfing my hand. Quickly I feel his warmth spread throughout my hand. Feeling this comfort, that eases my soul, this love that I've only ever read about; I want nothing more than to lay here with him. Holding him and being held by him. I hug his body tightly. Pressing my chest against his back. Moving up I rest my chin in his shoulder. I carefully whisper "I think we should go back to sleep. Since it is a lazy day and all."

Peering at his face from behind, I could tell you was debating about something. Quickly I realized his struggle. Though we've been intimate before I still felt a surge of shyness rush over me. I meekly and hastily try to persuade him out of it. Saying "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. I think we should just cuddle."

Hearing myself I know how indecisive I sound. Before I can react he rolls over, pushing me backwards. Laying flat on the bed he swiftly corners me by getting on top. I can almost feel the desire manifest between us. Not only in the sense of lust; but the desire to express our mutual love for each other. As if to give us some privacy. The morning darkens ever so slightly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him in for a deep kiss. As if time slows I watch his face draw close. His smile that beams with pure joy. His eyes, in that moment, told me how much this man truly loves me. I close my eyes, and as our lips touch, almost on a fundamental level, I knew I loved him just as much as he loves me. Maybe even more so. I could feel a tear welling up, wanting to leak out from my right eye.

Opening my eyes I find myself in an almost completely dark room. Save the small illumination from the window. Light leaks through the curtain edges. Sleepily I blink trying to dissipate my drowsiness. Feeling slightly heavy from waking up I roll over reaching for him. Pausing, it gradually dawns on me. That's right it was dream.