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The night air was cooling; I drew the sheet closer, thinking I should have closed the window. Then strong hands moved up my arms, to my shoulders, telling me I wasn't alone. The cool sheets were warming, heated by another body. I thought it strange that a dream could have this affect. I wanted to move closer to the heat, to give into the feeling, but I was afraid to shatter the illusion. I just didn't want to wake up. Long fingers traced the side of my neck and pushed themselves into my hair. A face shaded by darkness leaned over me. I felt the moist heat against my cool cheek. Every inch of my skin seemed instantly awake, yet pleasantly dreaming. |
| The hand in my hair pulled away, but it became
entangled. I heard a soft laugh close to my ear. It seemed a pleasant defeat.
It was that moment, I knew it was you. I felt that wherever you were, whatever
you were doing, part of you reached out to me, touching me, warming me.
The tangled fingers twisted tighter, angling my face to receive your lips.
Your mouth found mine, covering, teasing, drawing forth my need with your
tongue. My lips opened beneath your coaxing. I wanted to be kissed for
the rest of the night, for a month of nights, but you wanted more. Although
you pulled away, you came back to taste and tease. My body understood your
movements even when my mind was utterly captivated by your mouth. Your
fingers smoothed and tickled, searching all the secret places to stoke
the fire withing me. My own hands fumble as I try to reach beyond my own
pleasure to reach yours. There is so much I want of you. Everywhere
I touch sends a message to my fingertips. I feel a slight trembling in
your body.
In my mind, in the soft feathery touch....
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