When I dream of you, I relive our last encounter when you appeared suddenly, behind me, waiting for me to realize you were there. I turned to see the broad expanse of your chest and gasped, surprised by your closeness. I looked up at your face and with a squeal of delight, threw my arms around you.
The world melts away and all that exists is the peace and safety of being in your arms and the steady beating of your heart. For several minutes I am content to just revel in the feeling of being with you. But your beautiful contours are too tempting and I have to explore them. I unbutton your shirt and slide it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I run my fingers and my mouth across your chest and your hair tickles my lips. Your cologne engulfs me, inflames me. You sense a change in my intent and hold your breath knowing where my interests lie. I reach a nipple and tease it with the tip of my tongue. Once it is wet, I blow on it and the sudden cold makes you cringe. You laugh, knowing that I'll continue the torture if you don't divert me, so you grab my butt and pull me tightly against you. My eyes fly to yours - mine filled with surprise at the hardness of your cock and yours filled with the laughter and longing I've evoked. I feel like I'm drowning in a pool of warm water.
You lean down to kiss me and I throw my arms around your neck as our lips meet. You lift me and I put my legs around your hips. You carry me to a couch and with our lips still together, you sit. I love kissing you. I love the way you hold me, gently but firmly against you. I love the way your tongue feels against mine.