His lips crash into mine, the sensations that are coursing through me like a ball and then exploding are unbearable. The way that his hands grab me like I'm some kind of human doll is memorable, I can almost feel my skin stretching from the way his fingers dig in them.

Our moans fill the room, the dim light on each side of the bed barely reveals us as he throws me on the blankets, my body dipping into mattress as he's already crawling towards me with that hungry look of his.

His hands place themselves on top of my knees, and then..

The sound of an alarm clock fills my ears, almost insanely loud. His face starts fading, the touches being physically and mentally erased from my memory just as quick.

I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness, my own breathing filling up the silence as I look at the clock next to me, — 4:23 — it's almost early morning.

I can't believe I had a dream like that, a wet dream.