With Your Last Breath, I Want To Hear You Scream.

You Know You Love It When We...

His hand moved down my stomach as he lay next to me. I was flat on my back and he was on my side, the look in his eye was making our gazes lock as his hand moved and touched whatever they wanted. I couldn't stop him, I didn't want to.

He still had his clothes on, except for his shirt, which is more than I can say for myself. The only thing that wasn't exposed was the place he was affecting me the most. Everything else had already been exposed and played with.

His hand was creeping slowly down and slipped under the waistband of my panties.

"Wait, Mike…" I whimpered and he stopped. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Okay," he said, very calm. He knew he was gonna get it. Bastard.

"I'm a-" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

His hand stopped. "Are you a virgin?" I looked away from his stare. A small chuckle fell from his lips. "You're 22 and a virgin. I didn't know they still made people like you."

"Gee thanks," I said, my voice small. His hand that was wondering my body was now turning my head back towards him.

 "Do you want to do this?" He asked more concern in his eyes then I would've thought of.

"I wouldn't be almost naked on your bed if I didn't want to," I answered. He laughed.

 I gently pushed some hair out of my face. "If we do this, you're mine. I don't play that 'friends with benefits' bullshit."

I nodded and he brought his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly. This was the type of kiss that they talked about in movies, with all that lovey-dovey stuff that I'm not good at.

His kisses got hot, so hot I was practically panting. He pulled back and climbed on top of me, sliding down my panties so I was completely naked. His lips went to my neck and as he got closer to my throat, I started likely it more. He kissed to the side and I left out a moan, which made him smile. He nibbled softly on it as his hands gently stroked my thighs.

My eyelids eventually fell shut and I enjoyed what he was doing, until he stopped. I was gonna ask him to proceed until i heard his belt buckle jingle than hit the floor. After a few seconds, his lips were back on my neck, kissing all over softly. Next thing I knew, I felt him between my legs and I gasped slightly. His mouth was at my ear and I felt his breathing on my ear.

"Are you ready?" He asked, making me shudder. I nodded.

Oh god, I thought. Here we go...

"Colette," I heard a voice say. It wasn't Mike's.

"Colette," the voice sounded more urgent.

Someone was shaking me, hard.

I sat straight up and looked around. I wasn't with Mike, I wasn't in his room, and most of all, I wasn't naked.

"What were you dreaming about Colette?" Cerise asked, looking at me like she was my mother and I was her teenage son who just got caught masturbating.

I rubbed my eyes. "Nothing."

"Mhmm," she said, pushing me over onto my side on the couch I had apparently fallen asleep on. “‘Oh Mike, mmmm Mike, oh GOD! YES!' "

I sarcastically laughed. "Your impression of me is not entirely accurate."

"Oh you're right, it was more like, ’OH MIKE! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!’" She said and laughed as I flipped her off. "Was it a good dream at least? Like was he...good?"

"Oh yeah," I mumbled. "Good dream."