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Mr. Kalendar Chapter Fourteen - Finding Sentiment
Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》
Hands smooth up my thighs. Heavy, warm, and all male. The slight hint of calluses causing a roughness againt my skin that sends a shiver up my back.
Silky hair brushes against the inside of my parted thighs and reaching down I run my fingers through it, reveling at the feel of just how soft and thick it really is. I hear myself... panting as he creeps closer, his carmel eyes lock on mine, and I can't look away. The anticipation ignites a desire deep within me, resonating through my entire body, until every touch is carnal bliss.
A kiss, a lick, and then...
The sound of a phone vibrating in the distance interrups my focus. Dreamy carmel eyes lift to meet mine as the sound continues and I want nothing more than to ignore it, but then it only gets louder.
I feel my eyes try to open, even though I'm staring down at his, and I don't understand it for a second. Like a shock to my system they finally pop open and I'm disoriented, trying to separate dream from reality.
I blink up at the ceiling, not really seeing it as I rub the sleep from my eyes. A deep unsatisfied ache shoots down into my core and I squeeze my thighs together as the phantom feeling of his touch assults my senses. I've had dreams of him before, but never to that extent. Never so graphic and to the point they carry over into the real world.
Still blinking my eye sight into focus a low illumination from recessed lighting greets me instead of the familiar darkness of my own room. I look down to see soft gray sheets, a black throw or blanket draped across the lower half of the bed, and the faint outline of a thick column reaching up into the shadowed darkness of the rooms ceiling.
I'm not sure what makes me do it, but I pull the covers to my nose, and my toes automatically curl as I inhale a cologne I haven't smelled in years. The bedding is permeated with the scent and I close my eyes as they practically roll to the back of my head. The smell of his cologne was like heaven, a complex scent that was always fresh with deep masculine undertones. An instant aphrodisiac that I couldn't help but associate with the man himself. Just walking into the classroom with his scent lingering in the doorway was enough to make me melt.
Calendar.
No- that's not right, I think, my brows pinching together as a thought flits through my mind. Kalendar...
A memory of lastnight flashes through my head and snippets of my dream resurface. Was my dream real? A memory of lastnight or was it just that, a sexy dream? I brush my hand beneath the covers, and feel something soft covering my body. Pulling at it, I can tell it's a shirt, but I don't recall how I got into it. Seeking further, I feel the lace of my underwear, still on, and... damp. I relax, knowing that what I felt was indeed a dream, and a small hint of dissapointment washes through me as I close my eyes.
The vibration of a phone goes off again, the pattern similar to my own for an alarm, and for a moment I think it's mine until I remember I left it in my purse in the trunk of my car. Which is still sitting in the club parking lot if it hasn't already been towed. I roll over to my back, the softness of the mattress beneath me cradling my body, and I don't really want to get up, but the phone is annoying.
I turn my head, opening my eyes to my bed partner. I feel my eyes widen and I go absolutely still at the sight before me. He's laying on his back, head turned away from me. A foot of space between us as I wait for him to move. Surely, he can't still be asleep with the phone going crazy?
I push up, bracing myself with an arm with the intent to nudge him awake, but as I get the full frontal view of his wide torso I can't help but admire the view. My dream version of him doesn't even compare to the real man. His left arm is up, bent to pillow his head, and I notice a dark tattoo that runs vertical from just below his armpit to his elbow. The pigment is so dark, the lines perfect, and -
He moves, before I can actually make it out, and my eyes flick to a strong featured face I'd know anywhere. His carmel eyes are dark slits as he squints up at me and I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights as his lips pull into a soft smile. "Good morning," he mumbles, reaching over with his left hand, tapping the screen to quiet the incessant noise, and then asks, "How do you feel?"
The low rumble of his just-woke-up voice is three times deeper and I feel it like a physical touch. My stomach flutters, my breath catches, and I stare at his lips waiting to hear more. I bite my lip to contain the little squeak of a whimper that almost escapes and he lifts his other hand from beneath the covers bunched across his waist. His fingers catch in the long strands of my hair as he takes me in with his sleepy gaze. "I'm fine actually," I fib, trying to pretend...
Hands smooth up my thighs. Heavy, warm, and all male. The slight hint of calluses causing a roughness againt my skin that sends a shiver up my back.
Silky hair brushes against the inside of my parted thighs and reaching down I run my fingers through it, reveling at the feel of just how soft and thick it really is. I hear myself... panting as he creeps closer, his carmel eyes lock on mine, and I can't look away. The anticipation ignites a desire deep within me, resonating through my entire body, until every touch is carnal bliss.
A kiss, a lick, and then...
The sound of a phone vibrating in the distance interrups my focus. Dreamy carmel eyes lift to meet mine as the sound continues and I want nothing more than to ignore it, but then it only gets louder.
I feel my eyes try to open, even though I'm staring down at his, and I don't understand it for a second. Like a shock to my system they finally pop open and I'm disoriented, trying to separate dream from reality.
I blink up at the ceiling, not really seeing it as I rub the sleep from my eyes. A deep unsatisfied ache shoots down into my core and I squeeze my thighs together as the phantom feeling of his touch assults my senses. I've had dreams of him before, but never to that extent. Never so graphic and to the point they carry over into the real world.
Still blinking my eye sight into focus a low illumination from recessed lighting greets me instead of the familiar darkness of my own room. I look down to see soft gray sheets, a black throw or blanket draped across the lower half of the bed, and the faint outline of a thick column reaching up into the shadowed darkness of the rooms ceiling.
I'm not sure what makes me do it, but I pull the covers to my nose, and my toes automatically curl as I inhale a cologne I haven't smelled in years. The bedding is permeated with the scent and I close my eyes as they practically roll to the back of my head. The smell of his cologne was like heaven, a complex scent that was always fresh with deep masculine undertones. An instant aphrodisiac that I couldn't help but associate with the man himself. Just walking into the classroom with his scent lingering in the doorway was enough to make me melt.
Calendar.
No- that's not right, I think, my brows pinching together as a thought flits through my mind. Kalendar...
A memory of lastnight flashes through my head and snippets of my dream resurface. Was my dream real? A memory of lastnight or was it just that, a sexy dream? I brush my hand beneath the covers, and feel something soft covering my body. Pulling at it, I can tell it's a shirt, but I don't recall how I got into it. Seeking further, I feel the lace of my underwear, still on, and... damp. I relax, knowing that what I felt was indeed a dream, and a small hint of dissapointment washes through me as I close my eyes.
The vibration of a phone goes off again, the pattern similar to my own for an alarm, and for a moment I think it's mine until I remember I left it in my purse in the trunk of my car. Which is still sitting in the club parking lot if it hasn't already been towed. I roll over to my back, the softness of the mattress beneath me cradling my body, and I don't really want to get up, but the phone is annoying.
I turn my head, opening my eyes to my bed partner. I feel my eyes widen and I go absolutely still at the sight before me. He's laying on his back, head turned away from me. A foot of space between us as I wait for him to move. Surely, he can't still be asleep with the phone going crazy?
I push up, bracing myself with an arm with the intent to nudge him awake, but as I get the full frontal view of his wide torso I can't help but admire the view. My dream version of him doesn't even compare to the real man. His left arm is up, bent to pillow his head, and I notice a dark tattoo that runs vertical from just below his armpit to his elbow. The pigment is so dark, the lines perfect, and -
He moves, before I can actually make it out, and my eyes flick to a strong featured face I'd know anywhere. His carmel eyes are dark slits as he squints up at me and I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights as his lips pull into a soft smile. "Good morning," he mumbles, reaching over with his left hand, tapping the screen to quiet the incessant noise, and then asks, "How do you feel?"
The low rumble of his just-woke-up voice is three times deeper and I feel it like a physical touch. My stomach flutters, my breath catches, and I stare at his lips waiting to hear more. I bite my lip to contain the little squeak of a whimper that almost escapes and he lifts his other hand from beneath the covers bunched across his waist. His fingers catch in the long strands of my hair as he takes me in with his sleepy gaze. "I'm fine actually," I fib, trying to pretend...
