Roc tilted his head and leaned down. I felt his hot breath on my lips and a shiver went down my spine in anticipation.
He nuzzled my nose before he closed the gap between our lips. His lips moved with mine gently. He opened his mouth slightly and he licked my lips softly asking for entrance into my mouth which I gladly accepted.
Our tongues danced together and battled for dominance and of course, he won. His tongue explored every crevice, bump and corner of my mouth thoroughly and a moan slipped past my lips.
Oh holy mother of M&Ms. He tasted so good, like a mixture of strawberry, bubble gum and just him. My buddy down there twitched in arousal.
His hand traveled to my hair and tugged on it gently while his other hand drifted to my waist. He pulled me closer to him and my semi touched his very prominent erection. I moaned at the contact and he pulled me closer still, if that was even possible and rubbed our crotches against each other.
The need for air became strong because we've been lip-locked for about two minutes. I pulled away and took in some much needed air. But it looked like Roc didn't need it as he then trailed kisses up and down my neck trying to find my sweet spot. I groaned loudly when he found it and I felt him smirk before he started sucking on it. I moaned and tilted my head back to give him more access to my neck. He clumped his teeth on the flesh and flicked his tongue around it to take the sting of pain away.
He sucked on my neck once more before leaving a trail of kisses to my ear and sucking on the lobe gently and then his lips drafted passed my jaw to the corner of my mouth and then finally to my mouth, all the while rubbing his crotch against mine.
He pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me, straddling my hips. He rubbed his erection against mine though the denim constricting him. My pants tightened further as I got closer to my release. Roc leaned down and captured my lips in a hard, passionate kiss. Our hands roaming each other's bodies in a frenzy as we climbed higher and higher to our release. His hands bunched in my hair and he pulled on it roughly but that was it for me, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I cried out yelled his name as I came and he shouted my name as well when he found his release. He slumped on top of me in exhaustion, still trying to regain his breath and I wasn't any better. Key word being trying.
He rolled off of me and lay beside me still breathless. He turned so that he was facing me and wrapped his arms around my waist and held me closer to him. I snuggled even closer to him, putting my leg in between his a my head on his chest and stuffed off to sleep.
I woke up to sunshine streaming into my room from the slightly parted curtains and looked beside me. Oh, it was just a dream. A very vivid dream that I wished was real. I flopped back on the bed and groaned, rubbing my eyes.
Why do I dream of him if I can't have him? Is God trying to mock me because of loving someone of the same gender? Because God said that a man is to lay with a woman, not another man. After all, he did create Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve. But doesn't it say that God loves us all? Ugh! Too many questions without answers.
I climb out of bed to see my sheets have a wet patch in the middle of the bed and so do my pj bottoms. I strip the bed of its covers and sheets and quickly change them, then throw the dirty one's in the laundry basket.
I shuffle to my closet and pick out leopard printed leggings, a white vest and a big green hoodie then enter the bathroom to perform my morning routine.
After finishing with that, I quickly dry myself off and pull on my clothes then pull my hair back with a green and white stripped bandanna before heading out of my room, down the hall and into the kitchen for breakfast.
