No, he had nothing planned at least that bad ... of course the matter was subjective and could be deemed worse though in his opinion it wasn't as bad as the former. But he would judge matters he supposed when it all arrived.

Pulled down on top of her Mark grinned between kisses to her lips and cheek. "I can't help that you drive me mad."

He squirmed above her his hardness pressed against her though his hands went to her shirt as he shifted his weight upon his knees. He drew the material up slowly, his mouth cascading against her exposed flesh as he went, soft kisses reigning down on her until he was able to pulll the material free.

Once done his hands went back to her bra clad breasts, hands squeezing both of them in his hands then rubbing against them softly. "You won't be needing this ..."

He commented as he tugged softly on the material of her bra before leaning back over her and pressing another kiss to her sternum.

Anne couldn't help but shiver in delight at those words, her arms sliding up and to the sides, leaving him free to do as he wished, a small, sultry smile turning her lips up. She watched his face as his hands lifted her shirt, inhaling slowly as his mouth worked its way up her body, her belly tightening at the slightly ticklish feeling of his lips on her flesh.

When his hands claimed her breasts, she arched slightly off the mattress, reaching down and sliding the band of her sports bra up after he released them, letting her modestly sized orbs bounce free. She moaned softly, her legs sliding against each other slowly as she squirmed beneath him, her hips grinding up against his sensuously as his lips found her sternum once more.

"Slowly....t-take your time..." she murmured, wanting to savor the experience this time. Not that being taken hard and fast on that bathroom counter hadn't been enjoyable.... No, she just wanted to get as much delight out of this as she could.

He leaned down, his tongue skimming against her nipple after giving the unbound breasts a light squeeze. He purred against her breast, a groan really, as he had her soft flesh so close to his hungry mouth. But he seemed to heed her words as he looked back up at her, his lips brushing against hers while his fingers wrapped over her nipples.

He softly twirled them in his grasp, pinching them softly as he did so. His body above hers throbbed in anticipation as the hand on her right breast sailed down her chest slowly leaving sparks in it's wake before dipping beneath the waist line of her pants.

Fingers eased against her clit, rubbing it in fast circles as his weight shifted to rest more on his knees as he plied the velvet softness of her body beneath his touch as he manipulated it as an artist sculpted clay giving it shape. So too did he give shape to this as he touched upon her his lips sealing to hers, his tongue flowing against her own tongue as it sought to intwine with her own.

She pressed the back of one hand to her mouth while he teased her nipple with his tongue, muffling the little gasps and cries his ministrations elicited. She slid the same hand behind his head as he came up for a kiss, her fingers digging into his hair gently. With his mouth covering hers, she didn't try as hard to restrain her moans, letting her shivering breath flow into him.

Her breath caught for a moment as his hand slid down her body, its progressed marked by a slow, serpentine writhing of her frame beneath him. She exhaled slowly, luxuriously as his fingers snuggled under her panties, her fingers digging in more tightly as he began flicking and teasing her hooded bud. She bucked and squirmed beneath him, trying to control herself and slowly failing, unable to resist the exquisite pleasure building in her loins.

Her lips parted easily for him, almost panting with need, her tongue curling and kneading against his clumsily but earnestly. Her eyes fluttered shut, as her other senses started to completely take over.

His lips danced against her own as they matched in time with the movement of her squirming body. His fingers rubbing against her quicker as his kiss to her lips became more fierce. He did pull away from her slightly, his hand retracting from beneath her pants and panties as he used it to divest his own shirt from his body displaying his toned form as he discarded his shirt to the floor.

His fingers pressed to her pants, a grin appearing over his lips as he drew them down her legs along with her panties. He did not bother removing her socks or sandals just yet though he lowered a hand rubbing it up and down her sex before descending to his knees.

That was clearly one of the advantages to cargo pants in that you could often remove them without getting rid of your footware first.

But all that aside he seized hold of her knees as he leaned forward slipping his tongue over the slit of her sex, up he licked it, paused, then licked it again, his tongue breezing over her sex as his hold on her knees tightened, keeping them apart as they already had to make space for his own body between.

She licked her lips with a heated, hungry expression as she watched him remove his shirt, her fingers rising to run over the muscles of his chest gently. She felt she could explore the geography of his body for a good long while, but it was not to be, this time at least. She squeaked as he slid down her body suddenly, his fingers digging under the waist of her pants and dragging them down. Giggling softly she lifted her hips and wiggled her legs to make it easier to pull the khakis down, and off her sock clad feet.

As he took her knees in hand, Anne blinked curiously, not quite sure what he was doing. Then his fingers brushed over her mound and she promptly stopped wondering, instead quivering her way into mewling happily. She spread her legs slowly, letting him guide her as he wanted, her hand returning to her mouth to keep from bothering the neighbors. She may have blanked out for a moment when his tongue first lapped across her smooth cleft, but her senses quickly returned as he repeated the motion, sending her back arching off the bed as she barely muffled a full-throated moan of delight. The moan degenerated into a pleading whimper, her legs squirming in his grasp as she bucked her hips against his face, encouraging him to do that again!

He had. He needed no encouragement though he had been rewarded for the luscious moan that reached his ears. He licked against her again, slow deliberate licks. [i[Lick. Pause. Lick. Pause.[/i] His pert mouth washed against her in a steady rhythm as his fingers pressed against her knees as he continued to allow his tongue access to the core of her body.

After a minute or so of this his pace began to speed up as he flickered his tongue against her. One of his hands left her knee setting down again on her hooded clit, his hand brushing against it as he continued to lick it steadily.

His fingers moved quickly over her as his tongue positioned itself for another lick only this time it did not happen as he positioned his tongue against the entrance of her body. He gave a push with his head, his tongue easing into her then, after a brief pause, he began to move his head spiritedly against her his tongue burying into the tight folds of her body.

His tongue thrust into her quickly matching pace with the hand brushing over her body, he groaned against her feeling her juices ride over his tongue as he speared into her.

As it seems her silent plea was heard, her body wriggled happily in his grasp, squirming and twitching atop the sheets between each slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. She tried to catch her breath, only to have the air leave her lungs in a low sigh or squeak with each new flick or lap, the odd times when the wet bit of muscle dragged across her clit sending sparks dancing in her brain. She found herself panting against her sound-muffling hand, feeling perpetually short of breath as the delicious assault on her dewy petals continued.

"Hnnngh?! Nnnmm! Hnnn! Agghnn! Ssssto-aahhh!" she moaned wildly, her hand leaving her mouth to flutter down to his head, shivering as her fingers dug into his hair. She tried to beg him to stop, that the stimulation was too much for her, only to have the words degenerate into an animal cry of lust as his pace increased. Conversely, as soon as his hand joined the attack, she went nearly silent, the sensations so overwhelming that her breath caught in her throat, reducing her to incoherent gasping and mewling under his onslaught.

By the time he actually slid his tongue inside her shuddering slit, her mind was completely blank of thoughts, crowded out by waves of crashing pleasure. Her fingers dug tightly into his hair, and into the sheets beneath her, clenching and twisting spasmodically. Her back arched and twisted off the bed, all of her muscles tightening slowly as she rapidly approached a violent orgasm.

He could hear it in her voice, the inevitable approach of her body as evidence by her gasps or squeaks. Her fingers upon his head and the sheet had been another indication that something had been amiss, that she was growing closer to the brink of erupting.

His pace continued for an additional moment before halting altogether, keeping on the verge of tipping over the prepice that he brought her too. He grinned as his face pulled away from her looking down the expanse of her body, his fingers applying a little bit of pressure to her knees as he used them to stand up/

Licking his lips Mark gazed upon her, his fingers going to the waste band of his pants as he undid, then unzipped them stepping out of them as he came closer to the edge of the bed. His hands reaching down towards her smoothing over her breasts then tracing down to her hands where his interlocked against her fingers, he leaning over her body to seal his lips against hers as the tip of his shaft rubbed against the sweet entrance of her body.

She could feel it, the pleasure boiling so hot she thought she might burst into flames (the good kind), burning and burning, rising higher and high-...then it suddenly stopped. Her glassy gaze shifted down to her lover, a plaintive, pouting expression on her face giving her an adorable, though rather passion bedraggled look. Her legs shivered violently as he pushed himself up, leaving his work unfinished in her hazy mind.

"Hnnnn? Mmmrrrrr...hnnhhh hnnhh..M-maaark.....m-m-mooorree" she whined softly, pitifully, her hands rising to run over his chest, nails lightly trailing over his bare skin as she pulled him down towards herself greedily. When he stood she whimpered mournfully, giving him a pleading, puppy-dog look, holding her arms out to beckon him back to her shuddering embrace.

She mewed happily as he slid back over her, arching her quivering breasts up into his hands as they pressed over them, then twining her fingers with his tightly. She leaned up into his embrace, meeting his lips halfway, eagerly nipping and licking at his mouth until they pressed into a deep kiss. The feeling of his rigid member butting against the door to her womanhood sent a low moan humming from her throat, the vibrations traveling through the kiss as her lips parted gently.

With her moan passing out of her lips straight into his mouth his hands tightened against her own as if he were bracing against something. In Anne's dorm Aegir slid himself back against her core, the tip of his body threatening to pierce her.

He did as Mark had slowly inserting the tip of his shaft inside her feeling tight warm muscles feeling them slide up against them, groaning at the feel of her core against his warm shaft. His hands squeezed her's as he stopped at the cumulation of his thrust stopping as his hips collided with her own.

He paused there for a moment in order to collect himself. "Anne," her name rolling off his lips in a low whisper then his hips began to move against her, his hips lightly smacking against her own steadily increasing in tempo as they went.

"Oh, yeah, you feel good," he whispered as he sped up, his shaft pulsing with the pressure of her's surrounding him as he surged inside her, a groan raising from his lips as he pressed his mouth firmly to hers after this letting his tongue slid against her own.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eye going wide as he pierced her to the very core of her being. The purple orb rolled slowly back as her toes started to curl, her already overstimulated body starting to convulse as he hilted himself within her tightly clenching sheathe. Both inside and outside the dream, her inner walls clamped down tightly around the shaft within her, clinging and quivering against the heated flesh spearing into her, her juices running freely now that she was kept teetering on the brink of release.

Her hands in his squeezed timidly, weakly, as her strength fled her, stolen by the mind-numbing pleasure overtaking her, the sensations magnifying until it felt like there were two dicks sliding into her, two sets of hips slapping against her own in wet, lustful harmony. She was barely conscious within the dream, her two bodies moving in unison as the dream bled into reality, her lips parting in a slurred whisper. "Maaarrkkk....

Her legs curled upward, sliding over the hips of her lover (and his master), squeezing gently as they pounded into her, pleading with them to fill her, help her cross the boundary into release. Her tongue twined and kneaded with Mark's, leaving her physical mouth gaping and wanton, a line of drool trickling from the corner.

Her response thrilled Aegir, being locked up in the legs of another had been a favorite of his though obviously rare to happen. Her tight core against him caused him to contract his shaft a bit to squeeze it into her as he sliced into her.

His tongue intwining with her own, his mouth tendrils wrapped about her head so that his tongue had not been hindered in the least. His own pleasure bubbled up, the pressure growing so great that he burst, and so did Mark, his seed once again finding it's way inside her body as he throbbed within her.

"What's going on here?"

The voice loud in their ears, feminine and standing in the doorway of the room. Dark glasses had been sported on the woman's face and she had hair that dangled down to her shoulders the color of the sun. It was tied back with a scrunchy and she had been adorned in a simple sun dress.

Leslie. Blind eyes were set in there direction. Neither heard her come in ... she was just there and wasn't the door to the dorm locked anyway?

"Mark? Anne?"

She was so close, she could feel it, the pressure building to the breaking point so fast it scared her. Trapped beneath her lover and happy for it, she did everything in her limited power to move with him, to meet his violent thrusts halfway, gasping and moaning wantonly into his lips. Almost....almost....

Her body went rigid in her lover's(lovers') grasp, convulsing against him in the throes of a frenzied orgasm, the heat of his seed filling her only making the pleasure more intense. She felt every spurt, every squeeze of her inner walls milking him, every electric contact between her hips and his. Overwhelmed, her eyes started to roll back in her head, her consciousness flickering and fading in a delighted fog.



Anne felt like ice had been dumped down her bare back, the afterglow lifting almost completely in shock. Her lips still pressed to Mark's, she shifted her gaze to Leslie standing in the doorway, for once intensely grateful she was blind. Oh shit oh shit oh shit, what do I do?! Say something, stay quiet, she knows we're here, how much did she hear?!?! her mind rambled in a total panic. Did this dream's Leslie love Mark like the real one did? Had she just utterly betrayed her best friend? She started pushing Mark off of her, trying to quietly catch her breath, furiously trying to think of something to say....

As her mind ticked over things to say Mark slipped out of her at her prompting, the tip of his shaft still drizzling cum onto the floor. He looked towards the door as paralyzed as he gazed upon her.

"It seems like sex in here," Leslie announce her gaze swinging towards them with the minute noise in their direction. She smirked and stepped into the chamber striding up to the bed. Her pace was slow but even. She halted a few paces away from the two, smirked then continued on. "Anne, it's so good to see you again."

She pulled down her shades only pushing them back into place with a finger. Her eyes where completely black. No iris to them, just a solid onyx color that covered it. She shifted her attention to Mark and grinned. "Time to pay."

The later of course told her exactly where the dream ended and merged with her version of reality. It seemed that Leslie and Mark had been in love once though as the dream began they had not seen each other for sometime, one would assume since the adoption.