On second thought, they should have sex

Ashley opened her mouth, making sure not to let the dream make her say something she'd regret this time. "We should have sex."

"What?"

"I mean?" her mouth continued automatically again, "With this distance there's a very low chance that anything much is still getting through to her, and she's probably asleep by now anyway. Even if she does pick something up, it'll probably be nicer than worrying about what happened right?"

"I'll take any excuse I can get." The man said, and kissed her again. It was seconds before his hands were sliding up under her shirt, lifting it up until they broke the kiss so he could pull it over her head. The next few minutes were kisses and undressing, punctuated by the occasional fondle, until the two of them were lying on the bed, naked and embracing. Her hand was on his cock, just rubbing it enough to keep him nice and horny while his fingers rubbed her to get her wet. And they were kissing again. Ashley had never kissed this much in one of her dreams, or done almost any foreplay, but she was enjoying it.

"That's enough." she said eventually, "Fuck me, Scott." The man shifted himself on top of her, and she felt her hand guide his dick to her pussy. She had dreamed about sex before, and fingered herself, but this dream was something special. "Oh my god! This was just what I needed!"

She felt so overwhelmed by pleasure that her body would just collapse back into the mattress, but instead Ashley found her body thrusting back in perfect rhythm with his hips to make every sensation double in strength. Every jolt of pleasure felt like it was echoing down a long tunnel, becoming louder and louder until it roared through every nerve in her body. When she finally came, it didn't even feel like the peak of her pleasure, but instead it kept growing.

"God," the man, Scott, said, "Jean, you're so hot!"

That wasn't Ashley's name. She wondered if she should correct him, or if this was just a weird dream where she was that recruiting woman.