I didn't have to open my eyes to know he was near, his intoxication scent invaded my nostrils.
"Why are you here?" I asked with confidence.
"I'm here...because you summoned me," he spoke softly.
I didn't want to free my eyes in fear of waking up alone in my room, so I sat silently for a moment.
"Do you have a name?" I breathed.
"Isaiah," he answered.
I turned to face him, and slowly peeled my eyes open. He was as luminous as I remembered, his eyes followed mine with every movement. I had no many questions, and yet I couldn't muster up the courage to ask one.
Finally my lips parted, " Am I dreaming?"
"No," is all he whispered.
"Then how can I only see you when I feel like I'm sleeping," I asked curiously.
He came closer, "Fear, and desires fuel your motivation."
He wrapped his arm around me, and I melted into his embrace. He swayed me back and forth as if to hear music in his head, and I was lost in him. I was confused about the semantics of it all, afraid to pursue to much investigating. I wanted it to be real more then anything, I wanted it more then life itself. Longing to eternally be his, this feeling of consumption was something I never witnesses. How could I feel in love with a stranger, but he wasn't was he?
I felt safe here, wherever here was. I closed my eyes as I lay my head on his chest. His heart beating rapidly, it set off butterflies in my stomach. No words could describe what I was sensing now, so I just remained speechless.
It felt like hours passed before he lifted my chin and placed a single kiss on my lips. An uncontrollable urge to pull him in took over me, and so I did. The kisses escalated more passionately then I had ever experienced in a life time, and I found myself undressing him. First his shirt, exposing his ripped torso. I ran my fingers over his chest, and he gasped with eagerness. I slid my hands down to unfasten his pants, and they fell to the floor.
He pulled me in close and hard, and began kissing me feverishly. AT the same time he lifted my shirt over my head, not stopping once. He slipped my panties down my waist until they fell to the floor. We both stood nude in the darkness, and it was pure bliss.
I took his hand and led him to the bed, but he seemed a little hesitant.
"Wait, " he shuddered. " You're not ready yet."
I was a little taken back by his block, but I towed him into my naked body. Running my fingers through his hair, I gently kissed his neck. I felt the satisfaction as he body quivered impatiently.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him, so why was he holding back?
"I am ready," I demanded as I pushed him onto the bed.