“Good, cause I can’t wait. I’ve wanted you for so long.” His kiss returned to her lips – hard and hungry. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. It had been so long! Without any preamble, he surged within her and Savannah’s body protested. She groaned. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.
“No,” she whispered. It was a precious hurt – a welcome hurt. Her body had nknown possession such as this in years and she wanted to feel it now. “It feels wonderful.” It felt wonderful because she could feel him – his hardness, his heat, the reality of him with her – over her – in her. Patrick was making love to her and it was the answer to a thousand prayers – the fulfillment of a million dreams.
She kissed him – licked him, bit at his neck, nipped his chin. Savannah wanted to consume him. Pumping between her thighs, a blessed pounding – taking, God yes – fucking - Patrick rode her unmercifully and she welcomed every thrust. The bed jarred; her body quivered and convulsed. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, every move in made, she answered with a whimper or plea for more. “Yes, Patrick – more!” Her hips lifted, she writhed beneath him as they both flew apart with groans of ecstasy. Savannah could feel him give himself to her. She could feel the rush of warmth shoot deep within her as her body accepted his seed.
Patrick was home and she never intended to let him go again.
*****
Savannah held on to the dreams and Patrick for as long as she could. It was as if he held her during the night. Strong arms cradled her. She nestled into his broad hard chest and rested her head on his shoulder. His lips kissed her temple. He whispered words of love into her ear. “I’ll be back, Savannah. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She held on to him – “No. Don’t leave.”
But when dawn came, her dream was gone.
Opening her eyes to the morning light, Savannah stretched and yawned. Wait! Why did she feel differently? And then the amazing dream she had came rushing back. It had seemed so real! She had dreamed of making love with Patrick before, but never had it be so detailed – or so fulfilling. She had cum so hard that her body still tingled. Savannah sat up, shaking her head in confusion.
Laying there in her bed, Savannah looked around at the familiar room. Despite the disappointment of finding herself alone, she couldn’t help but appreciate how good she felt. For the first time in years she felt well-loved and peaceful.
But it had been a dream, only a dream.
Getting up, she was surprised to feel dampness between her thighs – quite a bit of dampness. And her body was a little sore like she had actually had sex. Strange. love into And even stranger was that her bedroom door was closed. How had that happened? She went to open it and found Ciara waiting on the other side. “Did you close the door?” Of course she didn’t answer, but she was in a mood. Ciara was spinning in circles, jumping up and down in ecstatic excitement. She would bound from the bed to the window to the front door – woofing and baying. Never had she acted this way.
“You need to calm down, Girl.”
When she went to the bathroom, the mystery deepened. If she wasn’t mistaken, there were marks on her body that hadn’t been there the night before - abrasions and even a few tiny bruises just the size of Patrick’s fingertips on her upper arms. She couldn’t believe her eyes! What was going on? Had she wanted him so much that her body had just manifested the evidence?
Had she been visited by Patrick’s spirit? After all, she had begged him to come to her time and time again? But no – she believed in the paranormal but supernatural sex was not something she could embrace. Ha! She giggled a little. Now she was amusing herself. She was sorta pitiful.
After showering, she was still trying to make sense of what had happened. It must have been just an extremely vivid dream brought about by the sleeping pill she had taken. Who knew she would be so sensitive? Maybe she shouldn’t take anything like that again – but then she had enjoyed the dream. Ach!!! Putting a hand to her head she sought calm.
Returning to the bed, she noticed a damp spot where she had lay – goodness, she had really messed up the bed in her sleep. Stripping the sheets, she pulled them off and something bounced to the floor. Savannah stopped - shocked. Bending over she picked up a sprig of the little blue flower, the Forget-Me-Not.
He had been here? Patrick had really been here!?! Surely this wasn’t a visit from a spectral lover? Her mind rejected that possibility. Hope and joy burst upon her heart before she could rein it in. All of this had been real?! Elation and bubbling bliss erupted within her! Patrick was alive!
She ran through the house looking for him. Where was he? “Patrick!” she screamed. Surely he hadn’t left? “Patrick!” The dog ran with her, barking joyously. But he was nowhere to be found.
Collapsing at the kitchen table, she tried to think. Something was going on – she didn’t know what, exactly. But there was one thing she was fairly certain of – Patrick had been here. He was reaching out to her with the email, the phone call, the flower – not to mention the visit to her bed. Holding her arm out, she touched the marks of his fingers on her body. Yes, he had been here and everything within her told her that he’d be back. And this time, she’d be ready for him.
