Reality Yet To Happen

...Their bodies were turned into each other as they laid on the bed.

"Well, I guess we should get some sleep." She rolled over and turned off the lamp. The minutes spent in the dark seemed to tick by at an impossibly slow rate. She wanted him. Her body yearned for his touch more than it longed for air. She laid there, dampening with each thought of all the things they could be doing when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the presence of his warm lips upon her own.

The touch alone sparked her every nerve into a frenzied blaze. He kissed her, softly running his tongue around the rim of her mouth. Her hands embraced his face, his found the curve of her hips and pulled her closer.

Sliding between her lips, his tongue plunged deep inside. He tasted her for the first time. In that instant, his dick swelled to a size and hardness he'd never known. She pried away, but lingered close enough to still feel his breath upon her mouth as he panted in heat.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He guided her hand down his chest and her answer came in the form of a hardness begging to be released..."