Ricky
Jadi’s eyes dart beneath his eyelids during slumber, his brows knitted and lips pursed as if stifling a cry for assistance. I suspend my breath and observe him momentarily, attuning to the increasingly rapid and laboured cadence of his breathing. He subsequently seizes a handful of the sheets, his entire body becoming rigid.
In an effort to alleviate his apprehensions, I softly caress his cheek, causing Jadi’s body to visibly relax and his breathing to gradually normalise.
I uncovered his nightmares some nights prior when he abruptly awoke in a heavy sweat, gasping as though he had just completed a marathon. Believing I was asleep, he quietly exited the bed and left the room to compose himself before returning to bed. He consoled himself in silence, unable to embrace me. It pained me to witness his difficulty in seeking assistance, leading me to speculate whether he dreaded my rejection for his dependence on me.
Since that initial nightmare, I have started rising earlier than usual to observe him while he sleeps, safeguarding his dreams from any anguish he may be experiencing. Contact with him appears to alleviate his discomfort; hence, whenever I perceive his agitation, I turn into his embrace and rest my head upon his chest till he awakens.
The girls at the clinic occasionally experience nightmares; thus, as a group exercise, we crafted dream catchers last week. Native Americans hold the belief that all dreams, both positive and negative, reside in the nocturnal atmosphere, and dream catchers are designed to ensnare them. Nightmares become ensnared in the intricate web of the dreamcatcher, while positive dreams traverse the central circle.
I crafted a dreamcatcher for Jadi using silver string, beads, and feathers to complement his Moonlit wolf, but I feel somewhat embarrassed to present it to him. I lack crafting skills, and the dreamcatcher is somewhat uneven and not particularly aesthetically beautiful; yet, the prospect of presenting Jadi with a handmade gift simultaneously exhilarates and intimidates me. I sincerely hope he appreciates it.
Jadi abruptly starts to awaken beside me, prompting me to turn into his embrace, inhaling his fragrance and pressing my lips against his exposed chest. Two nights ago, Jadi commenced sleeping shirtless, and although it is evident that revealing his scars still induces anxiety, I am immensely proud to witness him confront his concerns. Furthermore, I consider his scars alluring.
“Good morning, handsome,” I whisper into his chest, causing Jadi to become completely still.
Upon looking up, I am met with a perplexed smile and noticeably reddened cheeks. I was unaware that a blush could elicit such arousal, yet as his cheeks redden, I experience a constriction in my core that can only be alleviated by his presence within me.
“Good morning, Ta-Ricky,” he stutters in a timid tone while he wipes his eyes.
I can perceive that he detects the aroma of my escalating excitement by the intensification of his blush, prompting me to tease him slightly.
“You can perceive my scent, can’t you?” I enquire, kissing his collarbone and Adam’s apple.
“N-no,” he whispers, suppressing the lump in his throat. “I-I mean, yes,” he promptly rectifies himself upon receiving my harsh gaze.
“Will you take action regarding this matter?” “I enquire, biting my lip while gazing up at him with feigned innocence.
He swallows once more, his trembling hands encircling my waist and drawing me onto his lap as he turns onto his back. A bulge forms in his boxers, my core constricting at the notion of him within me. I await his next move, desiring him to be more bold with his needs and desires as I position myself over his erection.
What are the next steps?” I enquire, gradually rotating my hips in a circular motion while resting my arms on his shoulders. “What actions do you wish to take towards me?” I whisper, inclining towards him to draw on his lower lip.
He astonishes me as he starts to elevate my shirt along my chest, halting just beneath my breasts.
“I desire you to remove your shirt,” he stammers, averting his gaze to my belly button to escape my playful smile. “A-and y-your thong,” he says hesitantly.
Appreciative of his work, I don my shirt, my nipples stiffening as the brisk morning air caresses them. His gaze fixates on the tattoo between my breasts, Jadi once more suppressing the knot in his throat as he restrains the need to touch it. He appears charming as he attempts to suppress his desire, although I am resolute in my intention to drive him to madness today.
Descending off his lap and positioning myself between his ankles, I gradually lower my thong down my thighs, my gaze fixed on his facial emotions as he observes my disrobing. I elevate my legs slightly, while Jadi removes the thong from my ankles. He subsequently directs me to sit on his lap once more, this time with my back against his chest while I straddle him.
His fingers cautiously sweep the hair from my shoulder, his lips gently caressing my exposed skin. I recline on his chest, directing one of his hands to my b****t and applying pressure. A little groan escapes my voice as his other hand gradually moves between my thighs, teasing the edge of my slit with his fingers. He refrains from entering; instead, his fingers gently caress the delicate skin.
In an attempt to entice him to engage in intimate contact, I glide my hand over his and intertwine our fingers.
“Have I ever expressed my admiration for your voice?” How much I cherish the manner in which you utter my name just before to kissing me.“I whisper while moving my hips against him.” “I appreciate its depth, particularly during the early moments of awakening…” Occasionally, I contemplate your voice while I am solitary in the shower, envisioning you murmuring my name in my ear as you engage in passionate intercourse with me,” I chuckle, aware that his face is probably as crimson as a cherry. “I relish hearing you utter my name,” I whisper, as though it is a secret exclusive to us. “Particularly when you ejaculate within me after relinquishing all restraint.” It is profoundly gratifying to realise that I am the sole individual capable of eliciting your vocalisation of my name.
