Morning Drive
“You’re very quiet,” Icaro commented to Zorah as they drove through the countryside.
Zorah shot him a sideways glance, her hands clenched on her lap as he navigated the car expertly. With security vehicles ahead and behind them, as well as several at various checkpoints along the way, Icaro decided he was going to drive them for their date today. They were driving along the coast at the moment and heading further inland in a very sexy convertible and Zorah couldn’t help but feel this was incredibly romantic.
Despite this, she was still reeling from the events of the evening before.
She bit her bottom lip and watched the passing scenery, “it’s very beautiful.”
“It is. Do you want to tell me what is bothering you?”
“Nothing is bothering me,” she turned her head to quickly face him. “I’m happy, Icaro. Really.”
“Did you sleep well? I know I crashed out wrapped around you but were you able to stay asleep?”
“Yes, but, um, I had, uh, dreams.” She looked away from him and blushed when she heard him chuckle.
“What kind of dreams?”
“I’ve never watched a movie like the one last night. It was really violent.”
“It sure was. You surprised me to watch the whole thing and to not ask me to turn it off.”
“I think you asked me at least twenty times if I wanted you to turn it off.”
“I was worried it might be too much.”
“It was a lot but,” she turned to him, her eyes bit and expressive in her face as she questioned him, “they made it all very sexy. I saw you kill someone, Icaro. Actually, I wasn’t looking at you when it happened. I was watching her and saw the bullet go into her forehead in a black circle. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still see it.”
“I’m so sorry, Zorah.”
“No, no, I mean, I am glad you’re sorry and I never want to such a thing in person again but in the movie the way the actor moved, they made him very sexy.”
“Is he my romantic rival now?” Icaro laughed and at Zorah’s silence he gave a bark of laughter, “Zorah Lucchesi, did you have a sexy dream about Keanu Reeves as John Wick?”
“I’ve never had a dream like that before!” she felt her skin flushing hotly.
“Tell me about it,” he squeezed her knee. “Was he naked?”
“You were both naked in it!”
“You had a threesome in your dream?”
“And you made me do that,” she hemmed and hawed over the word, “squirting thing in my dream and when I woke up, I was so wet. I needed to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. It was so embarrassing, Icaro!”
“It’s not embarrassing, love. It’s normal. It’s a normal physiological response. I love that you’re feeling sexy in your dreams, and I love even more you’re comfortable enough to tell me about it in the morning.”
“You’re not angry?”
“Why would I be angry?”
“I dreamed of another man, a movie star!”
“Do you know how many women dream of me?” he threw his head back and laughed when she huffed at him and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m teasing Zorah.”
“Do you dream of other women? Like movie stars?”
“Not since I was a teenage boy. I can’t believe you had your first wet dream last night.”
“Icaro!” she swung her fist into the air and stomped her feet on the floor of the car at his teasing. “It’s not funny. I was really worried. I was scared I might have said names or made noises and,” she gulped nervously, “and I thought you would be furious with me.”
“I am not upset in the least. I’m proud of you Zorah.”
“Proud of me for having sex dreams?”
“Yes! It tells me despite all the hell in your life, you’re still a warm-blooded, vibrant, and sexual woman and even if,” he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, “I wasn’t in your dream, I would still be fine with your dream. I did far worse in reality Zorah than you could ever do in a dream.”
“That’s true,” she admitted with a hint of a smile, grateful he wasn’t upset. “You really didn’t notice?”
“No. I woke up with a raging boner and headed straight for the coldest shower I’ve had in a long time. Waking up with you warm and snuggly in my arms is a huge turn on for me.”
She smiled at his words, “is it crazy I like knowing this?”
“No. I want you to be proud of the reaction you cause in me.” He winked at her, “so what did me and John Wick do to your delectable body in your dreams?”
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“Maybe I am but I’m also curious. I want to know what my beautiful bride fantasizes about.”
“All I know is there were lots of hands, skin and things got very wet.”
He took his hand he was still holding and put it between his thighs, “was this involved?”
She was shocked, “you’re turned on by this?”
“Incredibly turned on. I never want another man to touch you, but I love the idea of letting your imagination run wild, Zorah. It was fun to play with you last night. I love you and I want us to be comfortable enough with one another if you want to try something, you can tell me, and we can try.”
She nodded, her lips pressed together.
“Would you like it if we played again with the toy as we did last night?”
Zorah swallowed the lump in her throat and then made sure she spoke clearly, “I would very much like to do that again. It made my legs feel like jelly but in the best way possible.”
“I’m glad to hear this.”
“But” she took another breath.
“But what? Was there something you didn’t like? You must be open with me Zorah. If there was something you didn’t like you must tell me.”
“I don’t know if this forced abstinence thing is necessary. You came up with this idea on your own without my input and while I know you’re doing it for me, I’m really wanting more. I mean not last night,” she waved her hands in a crisscross motion, “there was no way I could take more last night, but I am very curious to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”
“Zorah, I want it to be special.”
“I know you will make it special, Icaro. I am craving the intimacy of a close relationship with you. I’m ready to move things forward.”
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