I don't really know what caused the dream to resurface, but it was sometime after two in the morning. The nightmare trapped me inside its horrific torture for what seemed an eternity. But then he came to my side and called my name.
"Zara."
Michael caressed my arm and lulled me back into reality. His presence cast calm over me. "Michael. I was so scared."
"What was it sweetie?" His voice still soft, so not to alert his roommate in the next room.
"It was that dream again." He knew the one I was talking about. He pulled me up into a sitting position and held me to him.
I sat there, tears still fresh on my face, breathing in the scent of him. The smell of his Ax body spray had faded and the scent of his flesh spread over me. It excited me. This surprised me considering the dream I had.
I ran my fingers through his short hair and down to the soft skin at his neck. His chest vibrated from his near soundless moan. He was still wearing his white undershirt. And I wanted it off.
I leaned back slightly and looked him in the eyes. Michael was breathtaking. The lust in his eyes told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I reached down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He looked at me, slightly in shock, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
I giggled at him, "Of course, I want to replace those memories with the ones I want to make with you. You aren't going to say no are you?"
"Have I ever said no?" he flashed me his gorgeous smirk. I nearly moaned at the sight of his lips curved into that position.
I reached out to him, feeling his chest beneath my fingertips. I caressed every inch of his skin I could reach. I pushed him off the bed and he stood in front of me. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs.
Before I could do the same with his blue boxers, he captured my lips in a kiss. I moved my lips against his and let my tongue slide into his mouth. His kisses increased the butterflies in my stomach and I let out a slight gasp when his hand fondled my chest.
Michael pulled away, "You have far too many clothes on."
I was breathless, I couldn't answer him. He wordlessly tugged the small blue top I had on off my body. He kissed my neck and ran his fingers lightly over my left nipple. I arched my back to gain more pleasure from his butterfly-like touches, but he anticipated my intentions and held his hand back.
He trailed his lips over my shoulder, sending chills through my body. He kissed my collar and down to my breasts. Michael sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down. I cried out, both in sudden pain and pleasure.
He ran his hands down my sides and down to my moons and stars pajama bottoms. He lifted my hips up and slipped them off my frame.