Slow Love

Hyde Park-Part 3

It is almost 6:00am Sunday morning. We crawl in bed and I said, "What time are we leaving today?" He said, "What time do you want to leave?" I said, "How about now? I'd like to get back home. OK?" He said, "No problem.I'll call and have the private plane ready. We'll beat the traffic if we go now." I said, "Thank you Sweetheart, I just want to go home." He called and made arrangements for us to leave. I got packed and dressed. I told him to make sure my boxes from the dress shop make it. He said, "Already called the concierge. The limo will be here at 7:00 to pick us up." I had a few minuets to get a cup of coffee and check my tablet for messages. Ray sent me a nice thank you note and a link to his article. The article looked really nice. I showed it to Prince and he liked it too. I fixed him a cup of coffee.We drank our coffee while we waited to go. The bellman came and got our luggage and we headed out. It takes about 45 min to the airport.James rode up front with the driver and Kirk was in the back with us.I just put my head on his shoulder and caught a cat nap. I was exhausted. He asked what I wanted to do when we got home? I told him sleep all day. He was all in. The flight is about an hour so we will be home quick. We get to the airport and we have a new flight attendant. Her name is Sheryl. She seems nice enough and she is younger so he'll like the eye candy. She greets us and I sit at the table on the same side with him. I just leaned on him to get another cat nap. He ordered food for after take off. We got leveled out and Sheryl brought out the coffee and food. It was standard for him,english muffin and fruit. I asked if she had any bagel's and she brought me one with cream cheese and lox. He looked at me funny and Isaid, "It's salmon." He eats salmon. I find it funny he has never had lox and did not know what it was. So I cut him a piece of it and fed it to him. He liked it. What would be nice, would be some caviar.I bet that a special request. I asked Sheryl if there was any caviar,and yes they had it. I was real happy. She brought out this little tiny tin of it. Kinda like the jelly at the IHOP. Just enough for one bagel. I put it on top of the cream cheese and it was very nice. He just looks at me. I said, "What?" He said(scowling) "You like that stuff?" I said, "Of course. I would not eat it if I didn't like it." Now that's an oxymoron. (Rolling my eyes) We finish and he puts his arm around me to pull me in close with that hand down into my bra. The other hand is roaming up my dress. I hope Sheryl doesn't materialize soon. She will get an eye full. Not to mention,James and Kirk are up front I think with headphones on. I want him so bad, but I don't want to get caught. He is really titillating me. He whispers in my ear and says, "Baby can you do this softly?" I am about to do a "Meg Ryan in the movie When Harry met Sally", and start slapping the table but mine is the real deal and not fake. I turn sliding my arm around his waist and bury my face in his neck,hope for the best. My feet are braced up on the seats across from us and as soon as I got it together, my eyes rolled back in my head. I sailed on out of there. I don't know if I was quiet or not. When I finally quit shivering and trembling, he was holding the back of head to his neck. He whispered,,"That was great Baby. I don't think anyone heard that but me." I breathlessly murmured, "I hope not." I shift my head to his chest and sigh to get my breathing back to normal. I hope he doesn't try this again on the way to Paisley. We prepare to land. I am so happy to get back home. 

We head back to Paisley and I am exhausted. I rest my head on his chest and he holds me tight. I drift off to sleep. He softly kisses my forehead to wake me. I am finally home. It is Sunday and the place is vacant.Kirk and James brings our luggage up for us and sits the stuff inside the door. I heard Kirk ask if I was OK. I heard P said, just tired. I was like a "Dead Woman Walking." I just headed straight to bed and collapsed onto it. The next thing I know, he is helping out of my clothes and put a nightie on me. He slipped into bed and gathered me up to hold me. I heard him humming in my ear as I crashed off to sleep.

I wake up a few hours later and have to pee like a race horse. I think he is asleep and I slip out to go to the bathroom. It is still daylight and I am still tired. I get back to bed and he is out. I slide back in and try to get back with him. I just get settled in and he says, "Baby, are you OK?" I said, "Yes, trying to go back to sleep." He then gathers me up better. I was so exhausted, I just went right back to sleep. When I am this tired, I know I'm going to talk in my sleep. I woke up several hours later and he's still with me. It is probably early evening, still daylight. I just know he's awake. I am on his chest and I know he's going to want to talk. I nuzzled my head into his chest to see if he was awake." He said,"Are you awake, Baby?" I said, "Barely. I love you. It feels so good being here with you." He say, "Who are you with? Do you love me?" WHAT! That woke me up. I just rolled over off his chest and curled up by myself. I am not going to answer that. If I do, I may regret what I say. He is going to try to engage me in conversation and I'm not going to play this game. He slides in behind me and tries to put his arm over me. I flip it back. He rests his hand on my hip. I just cannot keep dealing with this. I thought he was happy and he loves me, so all should be well. This is just crazy.I don't know what to do or say. He says, "Don't turn your back on me and shut me out, please?" I will turn back over, but I am not going to talk to him right now. I roll back over to him and he pulls me close. Maybe, I will answer him but I'm going to answer him with a question. I said, "I love you. I am here with you now. I am your wife. What did I say in my sleep?" He said, "Baby when you talk in your sleep, you call out to someone to come to you and it ain't me." There is no way I can answer that because I don't know what is going on in my sleep. How can I answer it? I just cried and whispered, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..........."with my head buried in his chest. He pulls my chin up and says,"Baby, I love you with all my heart. That makes me wonder what is going on in your mind. I just don' know what to think." I said, "I don't either. I love you with all my heart. I don't know what I'm dreaming. Who is it I'm calling?" He said, "There is no name but it is your tone of voice, I have never heard that tone before, so it can't be me." I said, "I love you and only you. Did you try to talk to me?" He said, "Yes I did. Your answers were not cognizant. You said, 'Come to me' in a deep tone I've never heard before." I said, clearing my throat and sitting up to project my voice. I said is this it, "Come to me"? He looks at me like I was a zombie. He said, "That's it! That's it!" I busted out laughing and grabbed him around the neck and said, "Sweetheart,that was the voice I used to call the dog or horses. I was probably dreaming about them. I don't use that tone of voice often but when I need to get 'attention' then it comes out. I always have your attention, so I never have to use it on you. Are you OK, now?" He wrapped me with his arms and pulled me down to the bed. He said, "I Love You. I am so glad we figured this out. You must miss them terribly? I'm OK now." I said, "Yes, I do miss them. I lost the dog not quite a year ago. She was 16. It is probably her that I was dreaming about since it has not been that long ago." He kissed and cradles me. Placing his hand in the small of my back. Drawing me to him. I said, "I need something to eat. I'm starved." He says,"You can eat me." I said, "That's not enough calories." We laughed and laughed. He said, "Let's go see what's in the fridge."I said, "Soup and Salad would work." We found soup and he made up a salad for us while I heated the soup up. This vegetarian soup, I have no idea what it is, but it was good. I would prefer a BLT with the soup but it has contraband on it. He does make a great salad. We ate a quiet dinner. I moved to the sofa with a cup of coffee and he looked at me like, what are you doing? 

I said, "Come sit with me. We need to talk." He slowly came over to sit with me. Tried to kiss me to divert attention to what I want to talk about. I kissed him and said, "Why do you always think something is wrong when you can't figure it out?" I say with my psych 101 hat on. He looks sheepishly at me and says, "I guess it is some of my insecurities I still have." Picking up his hands in mine. I said, "No, we all have those. I think this is a communication problem. You set me off on an emotional roller coaster. I went easily thru 6 emotions, or more, with that exchange about a dream I had. It could have been taken care of easily if you just said up front what I said and how I said it. Can you try to communicate better with me, Sweetheart?" He smiles and puts his arm around me. He pulls me in close and says, "I will do better. I have to do better. I need to be a better man. I was wrong what I did to you. Will you forgive me?" I trialed a kiss across his lips and said, "Yes, I forgive you. That's why I wanted to talk to you about it. I am trying to communicate with you and want you to communicate with me. Let me communicate how much I love you." I pull him by the hand and to the bedroom. As we enter the bedroom, I take his robe off and knelt down on the floor. Like him, I have mapped every sensitive area and proceeded to find all those sweet spots that lay beneath the waist. He was expecting the obvious but it was being ignored except for an occasions brush of a hand against his jewels. I caressed, kissed with soft wet kisses,tweaked, and strummed my nails. Starting down the left leg, kissing,licking, nibbling, the front side while using my hands to massage,caress and tweak the backside of his leg to the floor. Returning up the right leg, repeating the same process in reverse. Still ignoring the obvious upon arrival to that area. I take his arms and pull myself up to my feet. Put my left foot between his legs, and wrap my right leg around his left pulling his left leg into me. All the while I am trailing soft wet kisses up and down his neck occasionally catching his lips. My hands are caressing his chest and back finding all the sweet spots to heighten the arousal. We are nowhere near the bed or there would be a throw down about now. I am rubbing my wet,luscious, dripping heat on his left leg. He is about to blow without even touching his hardness. The moaning and whimpering is almost out of control. He is trying to touch me where he can but he is so close he can't focus. He says, "Baby, I can't take anymore, please,please,please." He was relinquishing all control to me. I slide down and start to kiss and lick around the base. He is in a bad, hot mess. I take him in a little and just slightly stroke the side with my tongue. I know one deep stoke and it's over. I have his jewels in my hand and with every slight stoke, they get one too. He is begging and pleading at this point. I take him deep and he shot out of there into another stratosphere. I wrap my arms around his waist until he landed back on planet earth with me. He helped me to my feet and carried me over to the bed. I whispered in his ear, "I love you with all my heart." He said, "Baby, it's my turn to show you how much I love you." As he lays me on the bed. I know I'm in for equal treatment to almost torture. I initiated an all niter. He has a tremendous amount of endurance and fortitude. He starts the process at my neck working his way all the way down to my feet and back up to my centerpiece. He pleasured me many times before I could get him to pleasure himself with me. His never ending energy keeps this process going all nite long. He always gives his best. Having etched in his memory, no part of my body did not receive full attention to pleasure either from touching, caressing or otherwise. I feed on his energy to make me better at what I do for him. We end the nite with him gathering me up kissing me softly. I always feel his love and peace pulsating thru me. He softly sings in my ear as I drift off to sleep.

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