The dream grows more intense

She can’t see the dream-man clearly. But she feels his hands on her skin, stroking, caressing, sending a thrill of pleasure through her with each touch. His fingers brush over her nipples, gently cup her breasts.

Wasn’t she in some kind of danger? Trying to escape from…something? The details escape her. Wherever she is now, it feels good. She’s in no hurry to escape.

Then she feels his hands push her legs apart. She sighs a half-hearted refusal. He doesn’t seem to hear, or maybe to care, and in her dreamlike state she’s perversely glad when he keeps going.

Butterflies flutter in her stomach, the same anticipation spreading up to her breasts and down to her lower belly. Her body yields to him as he enters her slowly. He pauses to let her adjust before he begins to make slow, deep thrusts in and out, sending ripples of pleasure that radiate out to her fingers and toes.