He blinks, coming to the realisation that her words aren't merely a figment of his overactive imagination. "Damn it." Rational thought plummets in tandem with his arousal, as he thrusts himself inside the snug confines of her already slick femininity.
"I dreamt about you," she whispers, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she thrusts her breasts against him. Her raw honesty annihilates him from the inside out. Damn it. He's already teetering on the edge of climax.
"You'd better keep quiet, Sweetness. Or you'll regret it," he warns.
He drives his arousal deeper, and she matches his thrust. He gasps, unprepared for the overwhelming sensation after two long weeks. Damn it, this is even better than he remembers.
She methodically strips away every last shred of his self-control with e
