NIP 3

“Shhh lover. You’re awake baby. You have officially survived the nightmare.” He for reluctantly stretches out his upper body for a glimpse of the time. “It is 5:12 in the morning.” Mark sighs. “I cannot say for sure I would have proposed to you had I known getting up at 5:15a.m. was part of my future. And today I lose 3 valuable minutes!!”

“Oh you shush. Not this conversation again. I have no choice!” I am indignant but only for a second. “It is so ungodly early, isn’t it?!?” We share a giggle at our expense.

“Ah, yeah.” Mark pretends to pout and again buries his face under the pillows.

“Up, up, up!” I rally. I must focus through this morning’s unease. “This opportunity fell into my lap Mark. I cannot blow it. So there is a bright side to my nightmares…I am happy to get out of bed for once.” Actions speak louder than words so I toss the covers off of myself. And off of Mark too, whoops. He grunts as I bounce to the floor. The sight of him sprawled naked on our bed causes me to rethink my haste. Coyly, Mark reaches out enticing me back to bed. No can do. I am up, although, not quite as smooth as a Folgers commercial.

“Fine. Just so you know little lady, my annoyance towards you fades when I see your pretty face staring back at me on the news…your oh so serious face reporting the day’s events. All the while I picture you this naked and....” Mark creeps towards me. His hands pick up where his sentence left off.

I can very nearly feel his manliness growing on my leg. Butterflies overcome me and without thought I forcibly propel my nude body against his. We tap foreheads in anticipation before opening our lips to each other. Our tongues excitedly play and explore. My hands caress his perfectly sculpted ass as my arms yank him even closer. My hands, my tongue, my desire delicately travel his treasure trail. This exploration is always a new journey. I shove him backwards onto our bed. I climb on top of him like my personal jungle gym of pleasure. Our kisses are deep with passion. God I love this man. We are holding each other’s adoring gaze with every thrust. I toss my head back in pleasure as he touches me with gritty indulgence. My mind, body and soul are in flames of pure eroticism. I cry out in irresistible bliss! “aaaahhhh oh baby!!”

“Oh sweet baby!” Mark hungrily achieves climax. We conclude our rapture with joyous giggles.

“oh lover…” I exhale. I swivel off of him. Our chests quickly rise and fall as we catch our breath. I face Mark with a smile. I cannot get enough of my dark, tall and handsome man. Perhaps, it is the way his crystal blue eyes see into my soul.

“You are by far the hottest woman I have ever known.” His hands illustrate his point. “Do not make any brunch plans with the girls or exercise plans with your sisters this Saturday morning. You have a date with me between these sheets for a minimum of 4 hours.”

“Oooo…well why wait until Saturday…” I say with my lips on his. My eye wanders…to the clock! “Crap! Gotta run.” I leap out of bed, again, and dash towards our master bathroom. Without stopping!

“And she’s off.” I hear Mark shout as I reach for the smudged faucet in our marble shower. “Most women at least like to cuddle for a bit after sex. Not my baby. She gets hers and is off!”

“No time.” I call back as I step under the warm water. I haven’t even a spare second to think up a witty response.

Oh, the hot shower is nice. The water falls hard and kneads my shoulders before rolling smoothly down my back. This is so relaxing. My mind is still experiencing ecstasy as I reflect on our lovemaking. Actually, more like hot frantic sex. I never dreamed one could be so in love and turned on. And yet, here I am, this is my life. In fact, everything about my life is perfect right now. Every childhood daydream is coming true. Well, so long as I keep cool under the pressure of the newsroom. Though, I must congratulate myself, I have been reporting for 6 months now and have yet to stutter even once on the air. “This is Sari Clarke reporting to you live from inside my shower in post-coital bliss.”

Twenty minutes later I am moisturized, tweezed, mascara’ed and hair diffused. I slink closer to the mirror…fearfully. Under the bright yellow overhead light my fine lines are very noticeable…I hope only to me. I stare at each one while smiling, making my apprehensive, interested, excited expressions and, of course, my serious reporter face. I am convinced today’s skin is worse than normal thanks to the stress of those nightmares. “Crapper.” I puff my cheeks full of air and release slowly. I counted at least 15 wrinkles.

“Oh boy, please tell me no one zones in on my crow’s feet like I do! Twenty goddamn nine years old!” I whine to my reflection. Is this torture part of every woman’s morning routine? I suppose it could be worse. I try to catch a glimpse of the positive in this uncouth mirror. I am 5’10 with long legs which I have to admit do not look half bad in these sleek black pants. Slimming, very nice. I am told I am proportional…whatever that means. It sounds like a compliment so I’ll take it. I am fairly thin. I have green eyes. Actual, rare, green eyes paired with dirty blonde ringlets that hang just below my shoulders. I long for the day the producers force me to cut my hair above my shoulders and blow it straight with a perfect curl under and a slight feather. Then I know I will have made it!

“Hi.”

“Oh.” I suck in my breath. “What the hell…you…” I fluster. Mark is casually leaning with arms folded against the bathroom door frame.

“I was watching you judge every inch of your body in the mirror.” I am turning red. God, I hate being caught in my vanity…no pun. He grabs me by the waist and whispers in my ear. “Even on your worst day there are very few girls as pretty as you.”

“Lover, you always say the right thing. Which is precisely why I love you. Are you ready to go?”

“Sometimes I think you have adult ADD.” Mark huffs and wrinkles his forehead.

“No, genius. It is called multitasking. It’s a girl thing.” He trails behind me down the hall and into our foyer.

More to come Wednesday night...