He awakens beside me with a wordless sob, the weight of his body jolting the bed as he flinches sharply and clutches the blankets tightly in his large fists. His breath thundering into the darkness, I feel his heart racing a million beats a minute as I lay my hand over his bare chest. My fingers glide gently over the slight beading of perspiration covering his flesh.

"Shhh…babe…it’s okay," I whisper to him, drawing him into the circle of my arms. Laying his head against my breast, the heat of his skin burns into mine. Feeling his body still shaking slightly, I run my fingers through his long hair gently and kiss his forehead, hearing him sigh as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Another bad one?" I ask him, and he confirms my question by shaking his head. "You want to talk about it?" I say, only to feel him shaking his head no. "Go back to sleep," I tell him, running my fingernails in light rhythmic strokes down his broad back to soothe him. Hearing him begin to breathe more deeply, I settle back into my pillow, my mind drifting off into the haze of sleep.

Feeling his blunt, callused fingers running themselves up over my ribcage to cup my breast, my eyes flutter open to gaze down into his. Wordlessly he pulls me into his arms, my hands wrapping themselves around his strong neck as he draws my body down onto his. Pressing my soft breasts against his hard chest, nipple to nipple, heart to heart, he entwines his fingers through my hair to pull my head down to his, plundering my mouth. His lips slant themselves under mine while his tongue invades my senses, and his hands run themselves over the soft skin of my back to clutch my buttocks to him.

Feeling the hardness of his cock pressing into my upper thigh, I instinctively straddle his hips, leaning down to brush my erect nipple across the wonder that is his mouth. Stroking my back with his hands he presses me to him, latching onto my breast like a hungry babe and suckling sharply while lashing my tender skin with his pointed tongue. Leaning my head over his I allow the curtain of my soft hair to form a barrier against the outside world. Suddenly all that exists at this moment of time is the lips moving against my skin, the heat of his hands moving across my flesh and the staff of life itself that is now nestled between my inner thighs.

Pulling my breast away from his mouth I straighten my body up to sit on him, gazing down at the hunger in his eyes as I stroke his hair away from his face. Feeling his hands grasping my hips impatiently, I laugh softly and lean down to lick his earlobe. Grasping the tender skin between my teeth I bite down softly while growling, hearing a rumble of laughter welling up in his chest as he takes advantage of the vulnerability of my position, smacking his palm smartly upon my ass cheek.

Writhing at his touch, my back arches off of him and I press my wetness to his shaft. Hearing him emit another chuckle, I look down at him, frustration evident in my eyes as his hips evade mine. Grasping me tightly to his chest he flips us over in one smooth motion, the new dominator in this game.

Holding my wrists in both hands he pushes them against the sheets, lowering his head down to mine to kiss me gently. Wooing my lips apart he slides his tongue into my mouth, gently caressing my tongue with his and drawing it out into his mouth. His lips lifting themselves from mine, I moan in protest only to suddenly sigh in desire as his mouth worships the length of my neck. His teeth gently grating across my collarbone, he runs the tip of his tongue over to lash the hollow of my throat, and my body is aflame.

"Slow…slow…" he whispers into my ear, kissing my lips gently once more. My body prepared for him, he settles himself between my legs and I wrap myself around his waist. Pressing forward with maddening slowness, he eases his thick length into my slick depths, and I moan and press my hips upward to meet his.

Feeling him stop when his heat is enmeshed in mine, he looks down into my eyes, and in the soft light drifting in to the bedroom I can see him clearly. The tenderness that I behold in his eyes brings tears to mine, and I look away from him suddenly, unable to stand the strong tide of emotion. Reaching out to gently grasp my chin he tilts my head back towards him, gazing at me with quiet insistence. Feeling him begin to move at last within me, my breath leaves my body as my soul flies from my breast to lodge itself into the depths of his eyes. Running my hands up to grasp his shoulders, I arch my breasts upward into the hardness of his chest.

Feeling him brace the weight of his body on his hands, he pulls his hardness from my sheath and teases me, probing at my entrance gently, mocking me softly as I press myself towards him in quiet desperation. My nails biting into his back, he gives a soft laugh and finally snaps his hips to plunge forward sharply, swooping his mouth downwards to smother my cry lust into his.

My senses coming apart at the feel of his cock inside of me, loving me, filling me, completing me, I am now alive.

I awaken sharply, my hands clenched between my thighs and the scent of my arousal permeating the air.

"Bret," I murmur softly to myself.