BED OF ROSES 2
The next morning I woke up feeling like a princess all curled up in his lovely bed, the beautiful morning sunlight lighting up every corner of the room, the beautiful morning breeze everything seemed so perfect.
"morning princess" Ryan said as he walked in the room with a breakfast tray. He kissed me then continued "how did you sleep?" "like a baby" (chuckles) "I love the way you look without make-up on" I was so flattered and surprised I mean this is my morning face how is it cute? He kissed me over and over and went to my cheek and licked it, I thought that was gross but cute"ewww stop"i said with a little laughter "what? I think you taste nice, in fact I'm considering having you for breakfast instead of this" he said charmingly " " you're crazy"(chuckles) "really? You think so?" "I know so but I like it" I said as I kissed him so hard over and over. "speaking of breakfast what did you make for me?"
"Bread with some butter on it, scrambled eggs, pancakes not so good at it(chuckles) bacon,slices of pine apples and some coffee" my jaw dropped when I heard that,"I'm so gonna get fat" I said as I proceeded to eat the food.
The rest of the day was great we played cards, video games, talked, watched movies,going out was totally out of proportion we wanted to keep things low key and safe.I went back to my house to check up on everything and a few minutes later I got a call from Michael.It's been a while since I talked to him so it was kind of a surprise to see his name pop up on my phone nevertheless our conversation was like the same old days all shaky, unappealing, but meaningful in the end.
Later that evening I went over to Ryan's, spending the night alone has never been my thing so I thought I could spend another night with him, what could go wrong when I'm with the strongest man I know I thought to myself.I grabbed my pjs and locked up the house.Like always dinner was very delicious I'm starting to get jealous that he's a good cook and I'm not,mom has always been busy even when I was a little girl and the only thing she taught me about cooking was how to boil water and make scrambled eggs, pasta was my favorite at that time but unfortunately I wasn't good at cooking it.
After dinner I helped him with the dishes and made sure that the kitchen was spotless, we then sat on a couch and watched the notebook _again, we've watched it a couple of times and it's funny how we know the lines of most of the scenes, anybody might think it's weird but I love it, we might not have the fancy kind of relationship but it's the little things that matter the most, I love how he makes me feel, his cooking(lol) his jokes, the conversations we have and even though they are meaningless sometimes.
I felt so protected in his arms and I couldn't resist laying my head on his chest, he then held my hand and kissed me gently on my forehead I looked up at him and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips against my cheek brushing it lightly and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble.
"if you want me to stop tell me now" he whispered.
When I still said nothing he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. He traced the line of my cheekbone, his lips were against mine. I reached up and pulled him down to me and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully and I knotted my fists in his shirt pulling him harder against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat and then his arms circled me gathering me against him and rolled over the couch, tangled together still kissing.
It felt like the nicest thing in the world, putting my insecurities aside, his hands slowly running up to my hair, down my shoulder and along my arm and around my back. The touch of his hands so warm on my bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to my core and made it ache as a small sound escaped me.
Tugging at my shirt he drew it up just enough to slide his hands beneath it. His hands around my waist he then pulled me closer as my mouth moved beneath his, I stroked my hands over him to spread them across the muscles of his chest.
He slid his hand down, his fingers sliding between my thighs and I cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched my bare skin. All I could feel was his touch, all I knew was the heat that moved through me, the need,I was speechless, nearly mindless.
"morning princess" Ryan said as he walked in the room with a breakfast tray. He kissed me then continued "how did you sleep?" "like a baby" (chuckles) "I love the way you look without make-up on" I was so flattered and surprised I mean this is my morning face how is it cute? He kissed me over and over and went to my cheek and licked it, I thought that was gross but cute"ewww stop"i said with a little laughter "what? I think you taste nice, in fact I'm considering having you for breakfast instead of this" he said charmingly " " you're crazy"(chuckles) "really? You think so?" "I know so but I like it" I said as I kissed him so hard over and over. "speaking of breakfast what did you make for me?"
"Bread with some butter on it, scrambled eggs, pancakes not so good at it(chuckles) bacon,slices of pine apples and some coffee" my jaw dropped when I heard that,"I'm so gonna get fat" I said as I proceeded to eat the food.
The rest of the day was great we played cards, video games, talked, watched movies,going out was totally out of proportion we wanted to keep things low key and safe.I went back to my house to check up on everything and a few minutes later I got a call from Michael.It's been a while since I talked to him so it was kind of a surprise to see his name pop up on my phone nevertheless our conversation was like the same old days all shaky, unappealing, but meaningful in the end.
Later that evening I went over to Ryan's, spending the night alone has never been my thing so I thought I could spend another night with him, what could go wrong when I'm with the strongest man I know I thought to myself.I grabbed my pjs and locked up the house.Like always dinner was very delicious I'm starting to get jealous that he's a good cook and I'm not,mom has always been busy even when I was a little girl and the only thing she taught me about cooking was how to boil water and make scrambled eggs, pasta was my favorite at that time but unfortunately I wasn't good at cooking it.
After dinner I helped him with the dishes and made sure that the kitchen was spotless, we then sat on a couch and watched the notebook _again, we've watched it a couple of times and it's funny how we know the lines of most of the scenes, anybody might think it's weird but I love it, we might not have the fancy kind of relationship but it's the little things that matter the most, I love how he makes me feel, his cooking(lol) his jokes, the conversations we have and even though they are meaningless sometimes.
I felt so protected in his arms and I couldn't resist laying my head on his chest, he then held my hand and kissed me gently on my forehead I looked up at him and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips against my cheek brushing it lightly and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble.
"if you want me to stop tell me now" he whispered.
When I still said nothing he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. He traced the line of my cheekbone, his lips were against mine. I reached up and pulled him down to me and the rest of his words were lost against my mouth. He kissed me gently, carefully and I knotted my fists in his shirt pulling him harder against me. He groaned softly, low in his throat and then his arms circled me gathering me against him and rolled over the couch, tangled together still kissing.
It felt like the nicest thing in the world, putting my insecurities aside, his hands slowly running up to my hair, down my shoulder and along my arm and around my back. The touch of his hands so warm on my bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to my core and made it ache as a small sound escaped me.
Tugging at my shirt he drew it up just enough to slide his hands beneath it. His hands around my waist he then pulled me closer as my mouth moved beneath his, I stroked my hands over him to spread them across the muscles of his chest.
He slid his hand down, his fingers sliding between my thighs and I cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched my bare skin. All I could feel was his touch, all I knew was the heat that moved through me, the need,I was speechless, nearly mindless.
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