“You are so beautiful,” he said with the kindest eyes I think I had ever seen. Innocent big eyes full of love, the kind you would get from a dog who loves his owner. It made me feel such love for him. I moved over closer and put my hands on either side of his face.
“YOU’RE beautiful.” I held a serious look and as I said it I felt his breath on me and I looked at his lips. We both looked at each other and held still for a couple of seconds before leaning in the last inch to kiss. It started gentle and slow, then got more passionate. His right hand travelling down my back as his left hand was on my neck. He pulled away from my mouth but continued kissing me down my neck. I bent my head back slightly whilst grabbing his hair on the back of his head with my right hand.
I knew where we were headed and I knew the risk of the dream fading and me waking up but I couldn’t help myself. My body felt as though it was starving for affection, but I had never realized it until I was near Peter. Like he had what my body had yearned for. Like a person who needed medicine but didn’t know that they had been ill in the first place. Peter was my medicine.
I pushed myself into his embrace and we lay down. I put my hand under his T-shirt and felt his muscles tense. He was firm. I pulled up his T-shirt and he held up his arms, letting me pull it over his head. I noticed a scar on his chest that looked quite new. I wondered if you could actually get scars in dreams. His hands went to my hips and down my thighs as I spread my legs and put them on either side of him, feeling his groin hard against me. He started pulling up my dress but looked at me before he got higher than my waste, for permission.
“Is this OK?”
I wanted to scream out ’hell yeah’! But could barely