EroticReverie

Tatum

After sex on the couch, we eat breakfast, and Kash works while I finish baking the cake I was working on for his birthday. After I'm showered and dressed I grab the gift I'd been making for him since the day I learned he had a portrait made of my my face. 

There were three photo albums in total. His cousin Rebecca, the artist who had done the watercolor portrait of me had given me contact info for a photographer friend of hers. I originally was just going to do a regular boudoir photshoot for him, but had maybe done overkill. Because one album was regular boudoir photos in lacy things, another was photos of me in my more stripper style outfits, and another was just a tame, vanilla photoshoot that we'd gone to multiple locations for. 

He's sitting in his office, dressed in a suit as I carry the three boxes in, matte black wrapping paper with crimson ribbon decorating them. I'm wearing a creme colored dress made with chiffon that hits the floor in length, the straps of the dress on my shoulders are thick and the panels covering my breasts hang loosely as the plunging neckline dips almost to my waist line, leaving much of my chest and skin exposed. It only fits tight where it is cinched at the waist and then falls in a pool of fabric that drags just slightly behind me as I walk. When he looks up his eyes pop and his mouth parts. I smile and lift the boxes slightly. 

"You busy? Can I come in?" I ask and he reaches up, whatever he's working on forgotten as he closes the laptop. 

"Never too busy to talk to a goddess." he says and I give a little grin and walk in, and love the way his eyes zip up and down my body over and over as I carry the boxes to his desk and set them down. 

"How come you've never worn this before?" he asks and I give a little laugh. 

"Because we're usually naked." I tease and then he smiles and turns in his chair and grabs my waist and pulls me closer. 

"Fuck, you look gorgeous" he says, his eyes roamining up and down my body and he leans in with a sigh and rests his forehead against my abdomens bared skin. 

"you are so fucking beautiful, it's like looking at the fucking sun" he says and kisses my stomach and I bite my lip and he lifts his head and then slips his hands up my sides. 

"except instead of hurting my eyes, it hurts my fucking heart and dick." he says and I let out a little laugh.

"so romantic." I tease him and slip my hand to his face and then bend down and kiss him and slide my hand from his face and gesture to the boxes. 

"Your birthday gift." I say. 

He looks to the boxes, then back at me. 

"I don't need anything, I've got all I need, standing right here looking ethereal and fucking breathtaking" he says and I smile. 

"Open themmmm" I say, my excitment for him to see them too much to handle. He laughs and then grabs the boxes and slides them over in front of him. 

I rest my ass against the edge of his desk, standing to the side of him and then push up and sit on his desk and cross one leg over the other. 

"thank you" he says , reaching his hand over and rubbing it up and down my calf through the dress. 

"You havent even opened it" I say and nod to the box. 

"I know. I was thanking you for being perfect." he says and my heart grows ten fucking times in my chest and I lean to the side a bit and towards him. 

"You're welcome" I say with a small smile and he grins as I kiss him softly. 

"brat." he says softly and I let out a soft laugh and gently bite his lip and kiss him again. As our mouths open slightly, our tongues carressing, I know if I don't stop, were going to end up fucking again right on his desk and he'll never get to opening the gifts. so I pull back and he groans, and I laugh as he pulls me back for more with his hand pulling at the back of my neck. 

"Open your presents" I whisper. 

"Then I get to spread your legs and eat you out like the queen you are?" he asks and I bite my lip with a grin and nod. 

"Uh huh" I answer him and he smiles and pulls back.

"Alright then" he says and works quickly at pulling the ribbon off and I laugh and watch as he pulls at the wrapping paper, fidgeting where I sit as he smiles up at me and then he opens the first box. I put the vanilla photoshoot first in the pile of presents. He pulls out a black leather photo album with script on the front in gold embroidery. "For Kash" written on it. He looks at me and cocks a brow as he pulls the album out. 

"What's this?" he asks and I smile and wiggle in my seat as I bite my lip. 

"Open it." I say impatiently and he laughs, opening the album, and there is a cover page a thick black paper with my own words printed on it. I watch him as his eyes skim side to side, reading each line. 

"My Dear Kash, thank you for the way that you love me. Thank you for making me feel worthy of the love that you give , thank you for looking at me with stars in your eyes, and know that I will always return that love to you, with the same stars in my eyes for you. I am so madly in love with you and I want to drive you crazy in the best ways, and the worst ways for the rest of my life. While a bit filtheir than the ones in storybooks, you've made our love seem like a fairytale, and I want to live forever with you as my king. Thank you for making me your queen, and making your heart, and your castle, my home. Love always, Tatum"

I watch him drag his fingertip over the last words and I see him press him lips together, without looking up and swallow, taking a moment. I don't know why but I get nervous when he says nothing, it's not like I havent told him I love him a million times since we first spoke the words to each other. It's not like he doesn't already know everything on that page. When he lifts his head my heart pinches and he smiles with glossy eyes. 

"I love you" he says, his voice strained and he clears his throat before speaking again, my own eyes watering at his response to reading the page. "I love you so fucking much." he says and then stands , setting down the album and grabs my face and kisses me so hard I lose my breath. 

I sit there, my hands on his side, gripping his suit jacket as he keeps my chin tilted upward, my head back as he angles my face just how he needs it as he kisses me again and again and his hands that usually roam to my body when he kisses me, stay on my face. Kash just kisses me, and kiss me and I grip the sides of his jacket tighter and I know more surely than I ever have, that love exists, and it comes in so many different levels, so many different kinds, and what I had for this man, was everything and more. I couldnt even put it into words, the words on that paper were not nearly enough for what he makes me feel. A man that I'd thought impossible, infuriatingly cold and dark, ended up being a lot less complicated than he'd led the world around him to believe. Kash was like any other human being, and needed what we all did, love. I knew I would spend every second of this life and the lives I had after, loving this man and nobody else. Because what we had, what I feel when he looks at me and kisses me, there was nothing else like it. Nobody could love me like this. 

My lips press to his over and over and our tongues are docile yet demanding of one another, and the game we usually play, the aggressive back and forth, the little play for power whenever we kiss. I surrender. My tongue falling into submission, I rest my will to push to back and demand more from him, and just let him take. As if he senses it, he groans into my mouth and then breaks our kiss and presses his forehead to mine as we both pant quietly, breathing quickly and then he starts to kiss me again after a moments wait, and then continues to take, his mouth devouring my own, and it's as if I can feel him connecting our souls, making us unbreakable. I'm suddenly sorry for anyone who has never been kissed like this, like the world falls away and nothing else exists but you and that person, as if the entrie world belongs to the both of you, and that anything is possible with someone like them by your side. 

"You have no idea, how much I love you" he says. "You may think you do Tate....but i assure you, you have no god damn idea the way you fucking make me love you...I cant get enough you....I can't fucking breathe sometimes when I look at you...when I think about you..you make me so fucking happy...crazy...in the best and worst ways" he smiles, repeating my words back to me. "But i love it....every frustratingly impossible to describe feeling...i love you...I will always, always, love you..."

I grab his hands on my face and I nod , my eyes watering. 

"I love you" I say with a soft crack in my voice and then he kisses me again , still not moving his hands, just making love to me with just his mouth, flooding my entire being with so much love that I think I could burst. 

We spend minutes more like this, kissing till our lips are puffed and swollen, pink and flushed and leaving us breathless as we both take a deep breath at the same , making the other laugh. 

"Yeah...same" I say and he gives me a smile and kisses me softly once more. 

"You are the best thing in my life Tatum. The best thing that's ever happened to me." he says. 

"And you're that for me too." I say and he smiles and nods. 

"Are you going to open your gifts, like, ever?" I ask teasingly and he laughs and I smile as he sits back down with a long exhale. 

I watch him again as he turns the black page with my words on it. 

"Baby.." he says as he lays his eyes on the first picture. I'm in the same dress I'm in now, except in a field of wildflowers during the golden hour, and the photographer did amazing. I've never seen myself as beautiful. I knew I was hot, that I was sexy. But looking at the returned photos after the shoot, I looked like a fairy or something other wordly with the way the sun hit my skin and made my hair glow , the editing making the edges of the photo a bit hazy.

"Tate...." he says in awe and I smile. It felt like a narcissistic gift to get someone. Photo albums of yourself. But, the man liked to look at me. And he could buy literally anything he wanted. So, it seemed like the perfect gift. 

I watch as he flips page page, stopping to appreciate each photo. Cursing softly, saying my name over and over as he looks at each photo. 

"You look incredible...you always do....but fuck....you are so god damn beautiful..." he says and reaches his hand over and places it on my knee as he flips another page. 

"Theres three of these?" he asks and looks up. 

"I know....it's overkill right? Makes me look full of myself." I say and he shakes his head. 

"Baby, you think three is too much, and I'm just sitting here wishing there were a dozen more for me to look through." he says and I smile as he looks at the last photo.

"fuck, these are stunning Tate" he says and I smile.

"Glad you like it. Open the next one." I say. He smiles, and slides the first album to the side. 

When he opens the second, he reads the much shorter message on the inside of the cover of the album. 

"The photographer was a woman."  is all it says and I watch his brows pinch together. I give a little laugh, but when he turns the page and I watch his head go back at the picture of me in a racy set of black lingerie, back arched, hair faillng back, breasts pushed the high heavens, a profile shot on his bed.

"I see now why the note was necessary. This....." he points to the photo, stabbing at it. "that right there...is mine." 

I bite my lip and he doesnt look up just stares and stares. 

"There's more photos Kash" I say teasing him.

"Yeah, my dick needs to process this one first." he says and I laugh. 

As he flips through each one, he groans and shakes his head.

"Holy fuck" he groans and shifts in his seat sitting up straighter as he gets to the picture where I've removed my bra, my breasts bare as I lean against his head board, my hands lifted above me, and my legs together, one knee slightly higher than the other from the way the photographer had posed me. 

"God, you have amazing tits" he shakes his head and I give a little laugh and I lean over and look at the photos with him. 

"Jesus, you're fucking perfect" he says and flips the page, another bare breast photo, but my hands are pressed to the wall, my head turned to the camera, my eyes, on the camera,my breasts to the wall, back arched, ass out. 

"I'm going to wall paper our room with these." he says and I laugh, because part of me didnt doubt I might wake up one morning to find he actually wallpapered the bedroom with the photos. 

"how the fuck did I get so lucky?" he asks and looks at me and I scrunch my nose. 

"If this is the second album....fuck..what is the third?" he asks as he gets to the last page. All of the boudoir photos were still classy, even if some were nude. But I couldnt fucking wait to watch him look through the last one and knew I was minutes away from getting bent over this desk like a very, very, bad girl the second he laid eyes on the next album. 

The next album has another short inscription on the inside cover. 

"For the customer that wouldn't take no for an answer , Love Ivy" my stripper name. 

He chuckles, but then he quickly turns the page when it hits him what kind of photos are waiting for him.. 

"Hell..fucking...yes" he says and I laugh as he stares slack jawed at the photo of me in the room he made downstairs. It was amazing to me how the photographer made the picture seem just as I was in the room. She'd edited them to give off the darkness of the room when it was just the glowing colored lights. This book, he goes through three times. Cursing again and again at the racy poses and the down right filthy ones. 

"I know she was female...but fuck if Im still not a bit pissed off someone else got to lay eyes on this pretty little cunt" he says at the picture of me , hand on the pole above my head, my legs lifted and spread, giving a full view of my pussy to the camera.  The woman had loved it, saying she rarely gets to photograph women who are entirely comfortable with their bodies. That even the most gorgeous bodied women, will hold back just a little bit from the insecurities that even they had. She'd asked if she could use some of the photos from the stripper room for her portfolio, but knowing Kash, knowing that while he got off on the fact I'd been a stripper. I was HIS stripper now, and I knew him well enough to know that he'd never give his blessing to let anyone else see me like that ever again. 

"Fuck, you are the sexiest god damn woman, fuck, fuck" he keeps cursing as he flips through them a fourth time. Such a man. My man.