It hardly seemed possible that he was really here. She kissed his shoulder, smiling as he draped a hand over her waist. Julien buried his face in her hair, and his hand traced her hip. "I’m dreaming," he grumbled. "I hope not," she teased. "Tell me this isn’t a dream," he begged. "Tell me I’m in bed with you — on Earth. Tell me I’m not crazy." Angel circled his cock and stroked him. "Does that feel like a dream?" His hand tightened on her hip. "Too early to tell," he groaned. "I have a lot of vivid dreams about you." "Do you?" "Mmm." Julien trailed his lips down her cheek. "So real." Angel nuzzled his lips. "Would you like it to be real?" she whispered. "Yes." Julien nipped at her lips. "You are on Earth. You are free. You are in bed with me." She drew his hand to her breast. "Naked." "Please tell me this isn’t something you’ve done before." Angel furrowed her brow.
