He firmly enveloped his mouth around my breast, gently nibbling at my achingly erect nipple, sending electric sparks down to my core. My moans encouraged him to leave a trail of wet kisses along my belly and proceed to the apex of my thighs.
Just before he was about to devour my most sacred part, he looked up.
"Look at me." he growled, slapping the side of my behind a little.
I opened my eyes, only to find mysef drenched in sweat and other fluids, in an empty bed, in a strange hotel room.
"Not again." I sighed and fell back onto the matress.
I'd been having wet dreams about Michael ever since the...