His shirt gone, she couldn't help but smile as she shamelessly allowed herself to take in that newly exposed skin. It felt warm and smooth beneath her fingertips.
Her smaller frame was easily shifted. Legs pulled up around him, she moaned as she felt his hardening cock press against her. Her shirt slid up, revealing there wasn't much of anything underneath it. In fact, there wasn't anything separating them, but his underwear, which she was acutely aware of in that moment.
The fabric rubbed against her pussy, making her tingle pleasantly at the friction as she rolled her hips up to meet his. This didn't feel like much of a dream; not when she could taste the salt of his skin and smell the hint of cologne he'd started to wear after Christmas.
She gripped at his shoulders for leverage, noting all the marks and bruises that littered his skin. She was curious to know where they'd come from, but also knew some where hers. At least, they were going to be.