Michael simply returned her stare. "Do you regret you came here?"
"I had no choice, don't you know that by now?"
A lonely tear slid down her soft cheek. He reached out and caught it, cherishing the sparkling drop, wishing with all his heart she'd ne...
"Stop it!" Lisa protested and tried to knock Michael's fingers away blindly. At least she thought she had detected a feather light touch on her shoulders and down her spine that might originate from those magic digits. Not that she minded all that much, as it went perfectly with the dream she was clutching to with all her might. A dream in which he was touching her in all the right ways...and all the right places. And not only with his fingers...
"Stop what?" Now she felt a light kiss placed on her shoulder blades, accompanied by his hair tickling her. Ok, she was pretty sure he was the evil-doer waking her just before she was able to reach her climax with him. How dared he! It was a tough choice- hang on to the dream or allow him to wake her all the way, knowing reality could be oh so fulfilling.
Michael started singing the song he had been playing with since they first had been making love he planned to call Break of Dawn:
"Hold my hand, feel the touch of your body cling to mine You and me, makin' love all the way through another night..."
God, that voice...his touch...his warmth next to her. The delicious soreness still between her legs. Heaven!
Time to play a bit herself.
"Which is why I'm tired. So, stop waking me. I was dreaming." Yawning, she stretched, being very aware she kicked the rest of the sheet covering her behind off her.
"I don't want the sun to shine I wanna make love..."
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Lisa smiled into her pillow. He was not playing fair. His fingers and his soft voice brought her body right back to the memories of last night, the magic of her dream, and the possibilities of a new morning. A new rising- and not only of the son. Her body immediately released another batch of butterflies into her belly. Still, he didn't need to know what a total slave to him she was...his head already was big enough.
"Well, I wanna keep dreaming, so shush!"
"Hm, hm, hm..I think I'm dreaming, too, baby. I got this fine ass woman in my bed and she is all mine to touch..." His fingers played her spine and then ran up her sides to her shoulders, massaging her there in lazy circles, dipping lower and lower every time.
Lisa sighed and watched him from beneath lowered lashes. God, would she ever get tired of waking up next to him? Admiring his flushed face, being bathed in the sparkle in his eyes? Not likely.
"...and kiss..." He bent forward again, kissing the places he had previously mapped with his hands, using his lips and his tongue, as well as little bites to evoke goosebumps all over her body. Lisa felt her nipples tightening underneath her at the same time as the familiar tightening in her belly, causing ripples of warmth and moisture further down below. She squirmed, then smiled. Oh yeah, she was already all nice and wet- the dream had seen to that.
