Once again I flipped the sheet off and for the briefest moment, as the thin material stirred the air, I felt the coolness pass over my warm, sticky flesh. I felt my nipples harden to the cool air. Although it was short-lived as the heat and humidity quickly settled over me like another blanket. My nipples remained pointed and hard. Their tingling began to niggle at me. Glancing at the clock, I tried to ignore the sensation, their need. But as I lay there staring at the shadows on the ceiling, you came to mind.
Your smile, your voice in my ear, and suddenly the sensations intensified. My nipples tightening even more, the flesh puckering into diamond hard peaks. As I lie there, thinking of you, my fingers began to trace over my body; slowly dragging over my rib cage to the swell of the underside of my breast. Tracing around the dark areola I sighed. My breath catching as the edge of my nail grazed the stiff nub.
I wondered if you were doing the same. Laying naked in the darkness; awake, staring at the shadows with unseeing eyes. Were you thinking of me? Were your hands touching you as I would?
Suddenly I saw you.
Stretched out in bed with your hands clasped behind your head. The sheet lay haphazardly over your hips. You were staring at the ceiling. I heard you sigh softly.
As the drapes danced in the breeze, I felt it passing over my naked body. But it was... different, cooler. And I could smell the change in the air. Gone were the familiar aromas of the city, of my room. Replaced by, pine trees.
I knew. Somehow, I'd gone to you. Truly impossible, yes. But I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, I was no longer in my home, in my bed. Instead, I was standing in your room. At the foot of your bed. I felt the forgeign carpet beneath my feet. Looking down, my toes wiggled into the plush fibers and I smiled.
Then something caught your eye. As you looked at me, the corner of your mouth lifted in a half smile. A sad, "if only" sort of smile. Not believing, you turned your eyes back to the ceiling. The bed dipped as I kneeled on to the end and again you looked at me again. You grinned as I dragged the sheet slowly away from you. I took in the sight of your naked body, glistening in the darkness. Beckoning me. Drawing me closer. As my eyes finally made their way back your face, your eyes were closed, but you were smiling.
"Dreaming," you said as if to convince yourself.
"No," I whispered. Moving up your body but never touching you. I could feel the heat radiating off you. "I'm really here," I said again.
"Not possible," you argued.
I smiled. Blowing across your chest, I saw you shiver. I saw your nipples harden. "Could a dream make you feel that?"
Stubbornly you answered, "A really good one, yes."
"What about this," I asked and leaned closer, my breath feathering over your lips ever so briefly, before I kissed you. Softly. Slowly.
You growled and brought your arms around me. Our kiss deepened, intensifying with every moment, though never rushed. Your hand tangling in my hair, cradling me as you kissed me back. Your lips sweet, but not tender as they claimed my mouth.
When you finally pulled away, you looked at me and smiled again. Tucking that rouge strand of hair behind my ear, you caressed my face tenderly. With the ball of your thumb you brushed against my bruised lip. "Maybe a really, really good dream."
"Maybe this can convince you," I said sliding downward. Kissing your chin, your jaw, I could feel your pulse against my lips as I made my way over your throat. Kissing and licking my way down your body. Tasting you. Feeling you. I could hear your breathing change as my body and mouth settled between your legs.
