"Am I dreaming?" he asks himself. The tip of his nose trails up my neck. His lips make the same path. "I must be dreaming." I guess he's not as awake as I thought. I should do something to wake him up the rest of the way, but my brain fogs as he kisses a trail up my neck. The hand that has rested on my stomach moves north and starts to massage my breast. His other hand joins the fun and slips into my panties.
