If Skye was fine he would have just taken himself back to bed, but as she made space and pulled into the bed he was surprised, but he found that he did not resist. He curled up with her, tentatively wrapping an arm around her, her leg wrapping around him making him tense hard, but there he stayed. With her. He tries to relax to give her what she needed, and soon Skye was out like a light, but with her head resting on him he did not want to move. Eventually sleep took hold and he drifted off to sleep, it was nice to have someone by his side, he was not going to lie.
For some naive reason Nic had not counted on falling asleep for long, or Skye changing position. Nor had he thought that her movements would have made his length unfurl in the particular way that lead his cock to be raging hard outside of his tight boxers. If he was conscious it would have been easy to deduce why he was now dreaming of some hot ass burlesque girl grinding on him. His cock was rocking back and forth slowly, driven by primally motivated hips, sliding his thick hot length between those silky thighs.
Even in this semi-lucid state it was clear that he was getting frustrated, and as her actions slowed he found his hand sliding up her leg and squeezing her waist encouragingly. His tip was pressed against Skye’s neon pink thong, and the heat was speaking to his subconscious just as much as hers. Though there was no coordination, just a dumb robot banging repeatedly into a wall that he could not pass, but this mattered not in his dream, just the heat of her first inch and a half seemed to launch him into regular thrusts. That sliver of fabric, hot and slick from his precum and her heat felt completely invisible as he probed against her in his dreamstate. In reality, his veined length had already caressed between thighs leaving him wanting nothing else than to tighten his grip on her, closing around her sides.
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