"Is this a dream?" He asked. Jokingly I replied, "yes" and continued to nibble and kiss his chest seductively. He looked at me from a sad mans perspective, so I bit his neck. His body pressed into mine and I quivered a little more, shaking off the pleasure until the perfect ******; Later. He began to whisper his desires onto me like some crazy soul would. Every inch of me he insisted to have, every lick, every bite ever ******; he released onto my ears. Were these words true? Or just lustful desires? Either way I wanted him, craved him in ways to badly to deny. Our skin connected at some point but our minds; To far apart to realize when. All together we slid into each other. Every inch of him was mine, as I was his.