Free The Anniversary Gift (Re-Connections) by Elle Dawson Page A

How much you mean to me. How I cherish the time with you.
    Me: I hear you. As you are moving in and out of me, filling me up, I hear you say those words. As I'm wrapped around you, welcoming you into me, I hear them. I feel the warmth of your breath in my hair. And I feel how much you care for me.
    Ethan : I hope you feel it, the feelings I have for you. In your heart, your mind and your body.
    Me: I do feel it. Everywhere. I want you to feel mine too, I want to show you how much you mean to me.
    Ethan : Tell me what you like.
    I pause for a moment. Goodness, what do I like? In a moment, my thumbs begin to fly over the screen:
    Me: First, I like how your tongue feels against mine. I like how it flicks out when you kiss my neck. I like the trail of it down my breasts. Circling my nipples.
    I hit “send” but then continue to type rapidly.
    Me: Most of all, I like the moment when it licks up and down my sex, circling my clit and putting pressure on me there. Or maybe my favorite is when it is inside of me, moving in and out.
    I hit “send” again, loving the idea of making him wait.
    Me: And of course I love when you move back up my body, and kiss me again. Your flavor mixed with mine, and your tongue enters my mouth just as you enter my body and I'm filled up by you.
    Me: You’re moving in and out, filling me and pressing against that place that takes my breath. Everything in me is clenching you, welcoming you, never wanting you to leave. I feel myself begin to come, in a way that only you can create. A building up of sensation, a tightening of pleasure. As the length of you is accepted into me, I explode into an orgasm that leaves me helpless.
    Me: You hold me thru my orgasm, allowing me time to recover from the power of it and then begin to move again. In and out, hard and then slow. Pulling most of the way out and circling. And then into me again. Your weight presses down on me while your body pushes into me and the combination of those sensations are so powerful, so beautiful.
    Ethan : Oh god, Kate, I crave you. I want all of that, I want more, I want everything. I need you. I need to be inside of you. I need to be beside of you. I need you on top of me. I need you under me. I need to be in the same room as you, breathing the same air. I love you baby, so much.
    Me: I love you. I love the man you are. I love how you make me feel. I love how we are together.
    Ethan : And Mr. Hyde?
    Me: LOL! I love him too, he’s welcome any time.
    Ethan : Why did it take ten years to become this comfortable with each other?
    Me: I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I was busy making mistakes, and learning from them, and growing and becoming the woman worthy of your love.
    Ethan : I don’t deserve you, but I want to. I promise that I will not stop, that I will not fall back into the comfort zone I was in. I promise.
    Me: I promise the same to you.
    Ethan : Meet me tonight, at six, at the Silver Roof.
    Me: Yes
    Ethan : Perfect. See you then.
    Me: See you then.
    Placing my phone back down onto my desk, my Inner Goddess is wrapping her arms around herself in delight. The Silver Roof is one of the most romantic and intimate restaurants in the area. We had talked about going, but somehow never had.
    The work day dragged . The clock was playing mean games, and I wondered if time really was standing still. Finally, at 4:30, I decide to leave, giving a wave and a, “See ya tomorrow,” to my assistant. I drive home quickly, wanting to shower and shave and primp for my big date with my husband.
    An hour later, I’m groomed, silky soft, smelling sexy and have pulled on the red cocktail dress I’d bought, but had not yet worn. My high black sandals would have to do, so would my small black clutch. My budding excitement is momentary doused as “boring” creeps back into my thoughts. I really do need to go shopping for new clothes.
    Driving to the Silver Roof, anticipation begins to build inside me and I caution myself not to expect too much.