The cold of the asphalt pierced her feet, the road was wet, there was water falling from the sky, the sound of a siren and the cry of a child. She lifted her unshed tear-clouded eyes, she was transfixed. A few meters away; a man on the ground, she knew him well, he was the love of her life. The rain grew heavier and the sounds louder. She tried to run to the man, to Benny. He lay on the ground, unconscious as the rain drenched him. She didn't move forward, she couldn't. She screamed, no one heard her. She screamed louder, but to no avail. He was dead and she...
"No!" Frida opened her eyes suddenly to meet the darkness of the bedroom. She was breathing heavily and clutching the covers tightly. She was shaking with fear and cold, but nevertheless she was sweating. That dream again snatched her tranquility in the middle of the night. It wasn't the first time those images came to her and she was beginning to worry. It's just a dream, she told herself mentally.
Frida turned around and hugged Benny who was sleeping next to her. She hugged him and covered them both. She needed his warmth, his closeness, she needed him to tell her that everything would be okay. She buried her head in his chest and he felt her. Benny hugged her and kissed her forehead still half asleep. "Uh, is everything okay?" He asked in a very hoarse voice.
"I'm having nightmares," she explained briefly.
"Ssh, it's all right love," he pat her back to reassure her. "Just a bad dream, it's not real." Frida agreed. It was true, it was just a bad dream, she had nothing to worry about. She clung to him and followed the rhythm of his breathing until she fell asleep.
***
In front of the mirror, Frida touched up her red lipstick. Tonight she and Benny would go to a party with their friends, that's why she wore a nice black dress, she felt powerful and sexy. She left her lipstick on the dresser and fixed her hair, she had spent the last hour trying to do something decent with it and ended up with some light waves, the party wasn't anything fancy anyway. Through the mirror she saw her husband. Benny approached her with hungry eyes, shamelessly roaming her body and upon reaching her he took her in his arms. "Beautiful," he kissed her bare shoulder.
Frida felt a shiver run through her entire body. She couldn't hide that she wanted him and so let him know; she rubbed her bottom against him sensually to which he responded with a soft moan. "That's fine?" Benny grabbed her hips to stop her moving, and a second later he spun her around to devour her mouth. He possessed her with his tongue, she tasted heavenly. Frida wrapped her arms in his neck and rubbed against him again. She needed him, and he needed her as well.
Benny picked her up and carried her to the bed. Soon he took off her dress to reveal her simple but cute black lingerie set; strapless bra and panties. He leaned down to kiss her again, on her mouth, her neck, her chest, her breasts, her abdomen and lower. Heat grew in Frida's body like a hurricane, her desire taking over her mind. She missed him so much, the last time they did was before the last time he came home drunk four nights ago. They were fine now. Benny had kept his promise during the past four days, she hoped he could keep it tonight as well.
He drove her crazy, with pleasure and with love. She caressed him through the top of his boxers, he buried his head in her neck as his masculinity grew painfully in her hand. "Frida, that's... wow."
"I need you," she whispered in his ear. Benny got rid of the clothing that separated their furs and took her legs hard, positioned himself between them and pushed. Frida wrapped her legs around his hips as she let out a loud moan. "Oh Benny!"
Benny stood still for a moment, just a couple of seconds, then began a delicious hip sway that would take them both over the top. He moved over her lightly, brought his mouth to one breast and tasted it. Frida dug her nails into his back as he dug deep into her. "You feel so good, babe," he said in a choked voice.
