He Is

He is the man that your father always told you about, the one that you would one day meet. Father referred to him as your prince. Although you thought that those kind of things only ever happened in fairy tales, as you are not a princess no matter how much father would say otherwise. Father told you about a man and how he is going to take your arm and guide you along the street, he would make you feel like you were royalty by the simplest of things. You matter so much to him and you don't even know it, he is always looking out for you and yet, you think he never shows it.

Today is the day, the day that you have been waiting for. Many weeks have passed by now, since you were last in each other's arms and you long more than anything to be back there. Although, you're not sure he feels the same way. Your heart is ruling you and your mind is telling you that it may be too late, you feel sick with worry that he might no longer feel the same way. The time comes to meet him at the station, you have been chatting throughout the day with him updating you on his whereabouts. Your heart is now beating so fast you don't understand why no one else can hear it, it is throbbing so loudly under your chest and is the only sound at times that you can hear. Your stomach feels a little queasy and your made more anxious by every passing second. Knowing full well that soon enough he will be walking through those station doors and right up to you, but what then?? Does he kiss you on the cheek, forehead, lips or do you just shake hands??

It's too late to speculate what he's going to do as you hear the screeching of the train's breaks on the tracks below as the train finally arrives at the station. It almost feels as though time has slowed down, you are suddenly aware of your breathing and how fast it is, you try and bring it back into a normal rhythm but have no such luck and you would try with your heart but you know that's a lost cause. He is here, you can see the top of his head appearing above the crowd but are unable to see his face due to your height; he is still a little bit away from you but you don't move, you wait for him to get to you, as if when he does you will know what to do. When he comes out of the crowd he makes his way to you in a fast motion, he drops his bags on the floor and replaces you where they once were. He brings his face to yours and kisses your lips, the kiss is so enchanting sending your emotions all over the place and not to mention your heart beating even faster every beat only wanting him more. Before you know it the kiss is over and he has picked up his bags, he holds out his arm for you to take and you walk side by side to your house. Conversation flows so well between you and it feels as though he never left.

Remember, before when you thought that he didn't feel the same way anymore, well in a way you were right. He doesn't love you as much as he did when he left, simply because he loves you even more than he did then, more than you ever thought possible. You spend the walk back laughing and smiling with each other the excitement reeling off you in waves not quite believing your eyes that he is right there before you, but restraining yourself from rubbing them to make sure. The two of you get along so well some might even believe you were meant for each other, you're not the same person but then again you're not completely different let's call it the correct balance.

When you get back to your house and into your room, you both lay down on the bed and just cuddle each other relishing in the warmth of each other's bodies and catching up on what the other has missed. After a long while of talking, laughing, kissing and cuddling it's time for food. You prepared a meal for him but now are worried that he may not like it, you don't let on anything and get up to fetch it. When you bring the meal back with you, you watch him tentatively eating and ask if its ok, he nods and you just lie back down and smile letting him carry on eating. By the time he has finished your already asleep, the weight of the world finally lifted of your shoulders and a relaxing presence in its place. When he finished he places the plate on the desk and moves down next to you gently accidentally waking you up. You are glad of the wakeup call as he is better than any dream you could possibly imagine.

He apologises again for waking you up but your taking none of it, you sit up and pretend to stretch but instead tackle him down onto the bed and kiss all the way down his face and stopping only when you get to his chin, letting the bristles from his beard touch your lips. As you stop kissing him and move yourself up so you can look at his face, he looks at you in a way that makes your heart race, you know what he wants as it's the same thing you do. A special cuddle as he refers to it as. You move down to his stomach and gently lift his shirt, kissing down from his collar bone and slowly making your way down to his trousers. You stop to look up at him as if to ask if he wishes for you to go on but not wanting to say the words aloud. He starts to sit up and takes off his shirt, you help and before you know it yours is off too. Before you carry on you help him take off his trousers and he takes off yours. Now you are both stood before each other in just your underwear taking each other in, eyes running up and down the other to see if anything has changed in the time that has passed. You kneel down on the soft and warm carpet and kiss his stomach and work your way down to the top of his boxers, kissing around the elastic. You look up at him as you pull down his boxers, to revile a rather large and memorable part of his anatomy that makes you breathless, even more than running does. He helps to fully undress you, taking no time with your bra as he expertly takes it off using only one hand.

After your special cuddle that you both rather enjoyed, you both clean up and share the shower as its apparently more romantic that way, or just another excuse to see each other naked. You kiss in the shower and it's almost like you two are ready to repeat what happened only a few minutes ago. You pull back and focus on the task of showering trying to stop yourself from just spending the whole weekend with your hands on him and your lips on his. Although he knows that he is your biggest distraction. He takes the shower gel from you and puts a small amount onto his hands gently rubbing them together to create a lather before placing his hands upon you and rubbing them up and down your body making sure you haven't missed anything. You enjoy the sensation of his hands running up and down your body, every so often you bite your lip. Of course he notices as this is the reaction he has been waiting for knowing that he is getting to you and slowly but surely turning you on again.

You want nothing more than to pleasure him as he has you. You push your chest against his and turn the shower head to his back so that the water doesn't trickle down his body and into your mouth. You start gently and slowly knowing that its tender there, you go deeper and you hear him take a breath and feel his knees shake. Your trying not to smile knowing that what your doing is working and you will only lose your concentration. After a while he stops you and pulls you to your feet locking his lips to yours. You stand there kissing, with the warmth of the water flowing between you. It seems as though the kiss will never end, your arms are around his neck and his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. Eventually you both pull away to catch a breath and decide to leave the warmth of the bathroom and retreat into the cold of the bedroom.

He lies next to me now, silently sleeping and I can't help but watch his chest gently rise. He is dreaming of something that is making him smile and that smile just makes my heart melt. I love how peaceful he is when he's asleep and how his face doesn't crease into a frown and he is away from torment of work and stress of life. I move down next to him and get myself comfortable only to find a few seconds later that his hand is moving across the bed, he is in search of something. His hand stops once it has found mine and he holds it, he must need to feel close to me even when he is asleep. My wonderful man knows how to make me feel loved even in his sleep he likes to feel close to me and reassure me that all is well. I fall asleep that evening, with his body wrapped around mine holding me in a warm embrace.