Dreams or Reality

Beautiful. That's the only word that I could describe him with. He was stunning. His blonde hair fell on his forehead and tousled in the wind. The leaves picked up by the autumn breeze twirled around us in a circle. We were standing in a small clearing of a forest, with huge trees surrounding us. We stood so close together but seemed so far apart. As I gazed into his eyes, he took a step forward, then another. The only thing I could feel was peace. I knew, for some reason, that I was safe even though I was completely and utterly defenseless - under his control. When he finally stood a few inches before me, we just continued to stare at one another. I couldn't break the trance I was in, not that I wanted to. I could stare at him for hours. His eyes, a blueish-green, his face, perfectly sculpted, his arms, strong and muscular, his chest, hard and firm... I could continue to go on for hours but before I got the chance, he cupped my soft face in his rough, calloused hands. The wind started to howl and our hair whipped in all different directions, but the only thing I could focus on was him kissing me. Slowly at first, but then gradually became heated. Before I knew it, we were on the ground. I was on my back and he was in between my legs. My legs wrapped around his hips and he ground into me. The only sounds omitting from us were heavy breathing and small moans. He broke the kiss and trailed his soft, plump lips over my cheek and down my jaw before reaching my neck. He sucked and nibbled on the skin there. I welcomed the sting and whimpered when he let go. He returned to my mouth and our tongues danced together. He broke the kiss again when we ran out of breath and he looked into my eyes. He touched his forehead on mine and my eyelids fluttered shut. I reopened them when he began to say something but then he started to vanish along with everything else. I reached out to try and grab him, but he slipped through my grasp, like sand running through my fingertips until there was nothing but darkness. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, I was staring at my bedroom ceiling. I frowned at myself for dreaming of something like that, I mean, if my brain could conjure up that, the least it could do was give me a happy ending. I reached over and turned off my alarm. That stupid thing was the reason I woke up. I sighed and tossed my blanket off of me and made my way into the bathroom to get ready for school. I turned on the light, blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness, then walked over to the shower. I turned the handle the farthest it would go, and proceeded to take my clothes off. When I turned to look into the mirror, I gasped and my eyes widened. I trailed my fingers over the blueish-purple marks on my neck. I winced, my skin was sore and tender, and it tingled when my fingertips brushed over it. The sparks traveled down my navel, to in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together when heat bloomed there. My thoughts started to run wild with excuses as I closed the shower curtain. But even though I tried to convince myself otherwise, I knew that what happened in the dream was reality.