Here's just a really quick, really short Valentine's Day Short story. Between a husband and his wife. Enjoy. And I hope you all have a great day filled with sweets and sweethearts.
Light, butterfly strokes on my cheek woke me from my dream; the colorful ribbons of it just slipping out of my grasp.
“Shh. Don’t open your eyes just yet,” he said, his familiar voice smooth and deep and it sent tingles down my spine. “I have a surprise for you.”
A smile tugged the corners of my lips as his hands cupped my face between them. And his scent drifted to my nose as his lips brushed mine. It was a scent I’d known for years.
The mattress groaned and dipped as he shifted, but before I could open my eyes, he said again, “No, not yet.” His fingers slid between mine, before grasping my hand and tugging me up so I was sitting upright.
He caressed the back of my hand with his thumb and pressed another kiss to my cheek, before releasing my hand. The mattress protested as he stood, but before I could form the words of my own protest, the delicate tinkling of metal against metal replaced the groan and something heavy was placed on my thighs.
The scent of fried bread and bacon filled the air. “Can I open my eyes yet?” I asked, my voice still husky from sleep.
“No.” There was a chuckle in his tone. “Not yet.”
Something cool and sweet slid across my lips and I opened my mouth. The flavor of bittersweet chocolate and tangy strawberries filled my mouth seconds before his lips took mine again.
His flavor mixed with the others and made me lightheaded as butterflies frantically flew around in my belly. His rough hands moved from my hips to my sides, and back again, sending tingles throughout my body.
Then he pulled back and again I opened my mouth to protest, but he placed his finger over it. “Not yet,” he said again.
His other hand trailed up my thigh, over my hip, and rested on my side as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then my neck just under my ear. His lips brushed the sides of my mouth, and then each eye before moving back down to the sensitive spot just below my other ear.
My breath caught in my throat when he caressed along my collarbone and then up into my hair, entangling his fingers in its mass. He drew me to him and again locked his lips to mine.
My heart rate accelerated and I couldn’t catch my breath.
After a minute, he moved away and then wrapped my hands around something cool and smooth. The scent of roses drifted to my nose and I breathed deeply, enjoying the heady fragrance.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” I said as tears slipped over my cheeks.
