"I’ll never leave you.”
Cheyenne heard Austin’s soft whisper all around her and stepped forward, arm outstretched, reaching for nothing as she called out. “I’m here, Austin. I’m here. Where are you?”
Cheyenne whirled around as the light in the bedroom dimmed. "Where are you?" she asked again, her voice weak.
Darkness surrounded her as the final stream of brilliant light was suddenly snuffed out. "Austin, please, where are you?"
Cheyenne shot up straight in bed, sweat plastering her satin nightshirt to her back.
"Hmm?" She heard Peter mumble in bed next to her. He turned over to her and sat up too, touching her arm. "What? What happened?"
Cheyenne panted out, "I...uh...nothing. A dream. It was just a bad dream."
Peter leaned over and gently pulled her back down to lie next to him in bed. He brought her trembling body close to his. "You're shaking. What was the dream about? Was it that bad?"
Cheyenne blew out a breath and snuggled deeper into Peter's chest. She shook her head and melted into the warmth emanating from his body.
"No. I'm fine. Just...cold."
That was only half of the truth. In reality, she was haunted by the vivid dream of her first, now deceased, husband calling out to her as she slept. It felt all too real. So real that she didn't even want to mention it to Peter, her current lover of two years.
Peter kissed her forehead. "You sure you're okay, baby?"
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, wrapping an arm around him. Moments later, the steady up and down movement of his chest let her know that he was sound asleep. But sleep evaded her as she stared blankly at the moonlight seeping through the blinds in front of her.
Cheyenne mentally forced herself to slow her breathing. It was just a dream, she said, trying to comfort herself. But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew that it felt all too real.
Cheyenne patted the heavy arm Peter had placed over her waist and turned her head to look over at him. She smiled at the man sleeping peacefully at her side.
Cheyenne could only imagine how nice and light it must have felt to be free of all burdens the way Peter seemed to be. He didn't have a spouse who'd been his first and only love, leave him suddenly after a fatal car crash. He didn't have to worry about feeling as if a part of his world that he knew would always be there was now gone forever. And he didn't spend his life comparing every person thereafter to the love of his life.
Cheyenne moved toward Peter and kissed his cheek. He was a good man and good to her. And she was grateful that he'd shown up in her life. But sometimes she felt horrible because she knew she couldn't properly return the love he gave her.
Cheyenne rested her head against his warm cheek, finding herself slowly lulled to sleep by his quiet breaths.
Cheyenne opened her eyes with the call from the familiar voice. Her entire body warmed and she smiled knowingly. Austin.
"I'm here, Austin."
Cheyenne moved to climb out of the bed and when her feet touched the floor, she realized that she didn't feel the usual hardness of her bedroom's wood flooring. Instead her toes sunk into the plush, downy feel of carpet.
Cheyenne looked down and ran her foot over the carpet beneath her. It felt just like the carpet of the home she'd shared with Austin. She looked behind her and immediately recognized the king-sized bed shrouded in the burgundy colored sheets that she'd shared with Austin.
Cheyenne reached out a hand to smooth over the familiar satiny texture. There was no way it could've been a dream. Not when everything was so vivid. There was no denying the feel of the Berber carpet between her toes and the sheets under her fingertips. She was even surrounded by the familiar vanilla scent that used to fill their bedroom.
Austin, she whispered into the dark room. Where are you?
Cheyenne took a step over to turn on the lamp at her bedside. She slowly scanned the room, but she was there alone.
Cheyenne walked around, searching every corner of the room--the closet, the attached bathroom. Still, she was the only person occupying the space.
Despair knotted her chest as she spun to glance around the room again in search of Austin. She fought back the flood of tears that threatened to fall. It felt like losing him all over again.
Cheyenne moved over to plop down onto the bed. She collapsed onto the pillows, covered her face with her arms and bawled her eyes out.
But then a light touch against her arm startled her. She quickly removed her arms and opened her eyes to meet Austin's smiling face.
She gasped. Austin stepped forward and with the side of his index finger, he wiped away the moisture staining her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, Chey?"
New tears of joy streamed down her face as she relished in the familiar feel of his touch against her skin. Austin grabbed her hands and lifted her onto her feet.
Cheyenne's heart fluttered in her chest when she met her husband's warm brown eyes. She knew she'd missed his comforting gaze but looking at him again brought back an overwhelming wave of sweet nostalgia.
Cheyenne felt her knees buckle beneath the weight of her emotion but Austin caught her in his arms just in time and pulled her body close to his. Her head fell against his chest and her eyes closed as she melted into his tight, strong embrace.
"I've missed you so much." Cheyenne barely managed to get the words out before the sobs that she'd repressed for months finally came rushing out.
Austin said nothing, and didn't try to stop her tears. He waited patiently as she released, his hands moving up and down her back, smoothing the pain away.
As the flood of tears subsided, Cheyenne looked back up into his face. "I missed you."
"Did you miss me?" she asked.
Austin's face glowed with his soft smile. "How can I miss you? I'm there with you always."
Cheyenne brows crinkled in confusion and Austin continued. "I'm part of you forever, just as you are of me. I'm not leaving you, even if you don't see me there with you. But if you're still and quiet, you'll feel me there."
A hot feeling of realization swept through Cheyenne's body as she recognized the truth of his words. She remembered the times she'd sat quietly, her thoughts drifting toward him. She remembered the feeling of being surrounded by an unexplainable warmth and a knowing that it was Austin.
"Yes, that was me," Austin said, reading her thoughts. "I'm always here with you. He placed a palm on her chest. "When you think of me, when you call out for me, I'm right here, babes."
Cheyenne's shoulders softened when she heard his pet name for her. She'd missed even the little things about him but was comforted knowing that he was always around.
Austin pulled her into his chest and whispered against her ear. "I seem to remember you not being so sentimental when I was around. When I was with you I wasn't this saint you're making me out to be now. Remember? I was the guy who left his shoes in the middle of the bedroom floor. And the one who always left the toilet seat up."
Cheyenne waved her hand dismissively, as if batting the truth of his words away. "Yeah, but I don't care now." She chuckled softly then looked up into his eyes. "You know, sometimes I look over at the floor on the other side of the bed, expecting to see your tennis shoes, muddy after your morning jog…"
Cheyenne's voice trailed off and her smile faded with her now wistful expression. Austin tightened his hold, pulling her in for a deeper hug. "Shh…" he said, kissing her forehead. "I'm here now. Just share in right now with me."
Cheyenne nodded, lifting her face up to look into his eyes. They were still the beautiful deep brown that she remembered when they were together. But the love within them, reflecting back to her now, was much more intense than she'd ever experienced before.
Austin brought his mouth down toward hers until their lips met. Cheyenne sighed and melted into his embrace. It wasn’t enough to merely say that she missed him--missed his hug and his kiss. No, this felt like much more than just simply missing him. But whatever it was, she basked in the warmth of being in his presence again.
And as their tongues intertwined she found herself falling deeper into their merge. Austin's arms pulled her in closer to him until she could feel his chest crushing her nipples through her thin nightshirt. He reached up to finger the hard nubs, eliciting a long moan from her throat.
Austin took her sounds as his cue to quickly whip her shirt up over her head and reveal her round breasts. He cupped the globes lovingly and his shining eyes returned to hers. "I missed you too, Cheyenne. All of you. But especially these beautiful breasts."
Austin leaned down to take her left breast into his mouth and suckled intensely as if further confirming the validity of his words. Cheyenne cupped the back of his head as he sucked and let her own fall back in surrender as she lost herself in the sweet sensation.
The excited nerve endings throughout her body lit up as he persisted, dining on her as if she were the most delectable dish he'd enjoyed in ages.
His hands made their way to her ass, cupping her cheeks as he lifted her off of the floor and laid her back onto the bed.
Cheyenne groaned, missing his touch even for the few moments it took him to pull off his own clothes.
When he returned to the bedside, Cheyenne smiled at the familiarity of her husband's frame. Even the birthmark on his collarbone was still there. When he climbed atop her, she traced the golf ball sized discoloration. Cheyenne placed a tender kiss against the mark and sighed when she felt his fingers begin a languid caress of her sex.
"Mmmm, still as wet as I remember you being, babes." He leaned down to take her lips into his mouth, nearly devouring her as his fingers slid in and out of her slick core. She let out a soft murmur of protest when he momentarily pulled his lips away from hers. But when he stared at her hotly and brought his fingers soaked in her dewy juices to his mouth, she drew in a sharp, surprised breath.
His long-lashed eyes narrowed as he sucked her essence from his fingers. "And you still taste the way I remember, too."
Before she knew it, his hands were all over her body, which was now inflamed by his scandalous words. And his roaming hands were followed by his roaming lips as they reacquainted themselves with every part of her body finally settling on the heated space between her thighs.
Austin lowered his face to her sex and blew out a warm breath onto the sensitive flesh. Cheyene shivered and held onto his head as his warm tongue lapped at her slit.
"Mmm, Austin," she moaned out. "God I missed you," she said, losing herself in the familiar feeling of the skillful licks that she remembered he'd used to treat her to before.
She raked her fingers through his coarse curls as he took her clit between his lips and sucked mercilessly. She squirmed in response to rhythmic sensations he created that sent waves of pleasure shooting through her limbs. Her fingers and toes tingled as he released the swollen bud to lap it again with steady swipes of his tongue.
"Oooohh," she wailed, grasping at the sides of Austin's face before bucking her hips uncontrollably as she came.
He lifted up, running his tongue slowly across his lips, and crawled up to press his warm body against hers.
Still trembling from the effect of his kisses down below, Cheyenne opened her eyes to meet his intense gaze. He smiled back at her before directing his attention to the satiny smooth texture of her skin as he caressed her cheek lovingly. "I did miss you too, babes."
Cheyenne watched him, unwilling to pull her eyes away from her husband's face, afraid that if she did, she'd lose him again. And she couldn't bear the thought of that.
His hand wandered down to her neck and then found its way to her breasts. His fingers created circles around her nipples before pinching softly at the stiffened peaks. Cheyenne gasped when he lowered his face to sample her as if she were the finest of delicacies. And his hand tickling her clit as he tasted her rounded globes created a tingling that traveled through her body and down her limbs until her entire being hummed with sensation.
And without fail, his efforts quickly thrust Cheyenne into another powerful orgasm. But before she could fully recuperate from the pleasure he'd just given her, she felt the smooth glide of his thick rod into her canal. Thanks to his diligent work beforehand, he easily slid in and out of the tight, slippery confines of her sex.
And Cheyenne couldn't remember ever being as aroused by Austin in life as she was in their dream time together. Maybe it was his absence that had made her heart and her pussy grow fonder.
His arms encircled and wrapped around her body as his lips enveloped her mouth with their merge until it felt as if they’d literally become one. And it wasn’t long before she felt his warm body above her tremble and quake with his forceful release. Cheyenne felt her own canal clench as she exploded into a million pieces with another intense orgasm.
Austin leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You don’t have to miss me, babes. I’m always there with you. Never forget that.”
Cheyenne closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his stubble against her cheek. She couldn’t imagine not missing him when she returned to her real life. She missed everything about him and their moment together only reminded her just how much she did. Cheyenne sighed and lifted her arms to envelop his back and pull him in closer to her.
Peter's hand shook her shoulder, stirring her awake.
"You were making strange sounds in your sleep. You okay?"
Cheyenne blinked as she struggled to find her bearings. Austin, the home and the life she'd shared with him, were all gone. They'd vanished with her dream and she was back to her real life.
"Yeah. I'm okay." Cheyenne turned onto her side to look at him and smiled softly. "Are you okay?"
Peter frowned, confused. He brushed a strand of hair aside that had fallen over her eye. "Yes I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"
Cheyenne shrugged. "I don't know. I guess because I've been kinda weird lately."
"Just a little stress I guess. Anxiety, I'm not sure."
Peter's thumb caressed her lower lip gently. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, babes."
Cheyenne's breath caught in her throat. With widened eyes and a short strangled cough, she managed to croak out,"What did you just say?"
Again Peter's expression registered his confusion. "I said that you can tell me anything."
Cheyenne waved a hand,"No, not that part. After that."
"I'm here for you?"
"No, no, after that. What did you call me?"
Peter's eyes turned upward as he struggled to recall what he'd said. "Babes?"
"Yeah, that," Cheyenne said quietly. "That."
"Something wrong with 'babes'? Do you not like it?"
Cheyenne shook her head and quickly wiped away a tear. "No, nothing's wrong with it. You've just never said it before. "
Cheyenne swallowed and tried to give Peter a reassuring smile. She was convinced that by now he'd considered her certifiably crazy. But she didn't want to tell him everything. He didn't need to know that her dead husband had visited her in a dream. Nor that he'd made love to her in that dream in a way he never had before.
She wasn't meant to cling to him and his memory as she'd done for so long. She could feel that clearly now. He'd only wanted her to remember his love for her and to know that no matter how it seemed, he'd never left her.
You don't have to miss me babes. I'm always there with you.
Cheyenne fought the urge to cry again and focused on Peter, the loving man at her side who'd joined with her wholeheartedly to share life with her here and now.
She saw him and everything more clearly now. She was exactly where she should have been, loving the man she was intended to love.
Cheyenne reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I love you, Peter."
Concern furrowed his brow.
Cheyenne moved forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips. His arms circled her waist and pulled her into him as he deepened their kiss.
Cheyenne sighed, appreciating the comfort of Peter's embrace. Her dream with Austin had been out of this world wonderful but the love she felt from Peter in that moment was undeniable.
He was gentle and patient even through her freak outs. And it was clear that his desire for her hadn't waned either. Cheyenne surrendered to his touch as his hands cupped her breasts. He massaged them before lifting her nightshirt to hungrily suckle the rounded globes. Cheyenne lost herself in the sensation of his wet kisses on her taut nipples and threw her leg over his hip grinding eagerly against his erection.
She felt him harden and lengthen further against her panties. Anxious to feel him against her hot sex she whipped down the satin material and helped him remove his own briefs before returning quickly to offer him her breast.
Peter bent down to continue his feast as she pressed her hot sex against the velvet flesh of his dick. But her grinding him wasn't nearly satisfying enough and she wrapped a hand around his erection to direct him into the warm entrance of her soaking wet canal.
Peter moaned with his breach of her tight sex and couldn't resist pushing his way deeper into her, eliciting a high pitched yelp of delighted surprise from her with the force.
Spurred on by the erotic sounds she made, he slowly drew back but returned again with a force that propelled him even farther into her. He rolled them over until her back was flat against the bed and he could mount her providing himself with even more control of their joining.
Cheyenne wrapped both legs around his waist, pulling him into her even more and encouraging his spirited thrusts.
Peter leaned down to kiss her mouth, her cheek, and her neck before whispering in her ear, "You feel so damn good." His words made her sex tingle with excitement and her lips found his again as she sought more of his impassioned kisses.
He brought his hands beneath her body to cup her ass as his pelvis thrust forward, pushing him deeper inside her.
Cheyenne let her legs fall open wider urging him to fill her even more. Austin complied, pushing every inch of himself into her as his enthusiasm heightened and his speed increased. Cheyenne cried out from the pleasure of his final powerful thrusts and held him close when he collapsed, his chest meeting hers.
Peter's breath brushed against her ear as he kissed her lobe. "I love you too, babes."
Cheyenne blew out a slow breath and tightened her embrace around him. She closed her eyes, enveloped with a familiar warmth. Austin's warmth.
Goodnight , Austin, she thought, leaning up to kiss Peter's shoulder and snuggle into the crook of his neck.
Umm....it doesn't make Cheyenne a ho to sleep with two men in one night, does it? I think she's exempt if one of them was in her dreams, right? Yeah, we're gonna go with that. *wink*
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.