Dream
It was such a warm and pleasant feeling being entwined beneath the sheets with his lover. The bright shining rays of the new morning light glistening through the blinds onto her body nestled next to his and piercing through his eyelids in an almost fruitless attempt at waking him up. He felt her rustle beneath his arms and without breaking his need to open his dark cocoa eyes pulled her closer within his own body and smiled. The brief yet welcome interruption to his slumber had been just what he needed to fill the space between them and allow him to intake her scent once more before drifting off again.
Musky. Different, but he quickly dismissed it as mistaking it for his own. He nuzzled closer into her neck and sighed deeply against her soft supple skin.
Prickly. His half-asleep brain jumped to a random conclusion that this was...her leg perhaps? An arm? She had forgotten to shave. He still enjoyed her warmth against him and tried to slide a hand over her breasts.
Flat. A deep blissfully sound moan ran below his hand along with the lack of breasts.
His hand froze.
Hair. Beneath it. On the lack of breasts that was still warm and moaning. Thick, coarse hair beneath a warm breathing chest.
His mind was out of explanations until it realized what he would encounter when he opened his eyes.
He kept them shut however. This was a dream, that dream again. The only one he guiltlessly allowed himself to happily drift back into every other night because she would never find out.
After all, there's no harm in indulging a dream, right?
Until he's waking you up with a kiss.
Musky. Different, but he quickly dismissed it as mistaking it for his own. He nuzzled closer into her neck and sighed deeply against her soft supple skin.
Prickly. His half-asleep brain jumped to a random conclusion that this was...her leg perhaps? An arm? She had forgotten to shave. He still enjoyed her warmth against him and tried to slide a hand over her breasts.
Flat. A deep blissfully sound moan ran below his hand along with the lack of breasts.
His hand froze.
Hair. Beneath it. On the lack of breasts that was still warm and moaning. Thick, coarse hair beneath a warm breathing chest.
His mind was out of explanations until it realized what he would encounter when he opened his eyes.
He kept them shut however. This was a dream, that dream again. The only one he guiltlessly allowed himself to happily drift back into every other night because she would never find out.
After all, there's no harm in indulging a dream, right?
Until he's waking you up with a kiss.