He hissed when she grasped his erection. Oh, my. She measured his length and
thickness with her fingers, and for a moment she wondered if there would be any pain
when he entered her, but then she remembered that this was a dream, and nothing hurt
in a dream.
“Tayla,” he whispered against her neck, “you‟re injured. We have to be caref—”
She squeezed his shaft, and his words cut off with a strangled moan. Slowly, she
stroked, rubbed her palm over the velvety head and then took him in her fist again. His
ragged, sharp breaths feathered over her skin as she worked him, and when she trailed
a fingertip through the drop of moisture that welled at the tip of his cock, something
seemed to break inside him. The wall that had restrained him crumbled, and suddenly
his hands were everywhere at once, his mouth devouring her cheekbone, her jaw, her
throat.