Mouth opening against the delicate skin of her throat, Thomas was still in an only partially awake state, more still caught in sleep than not. Although, the young woman in his dream and the one currently in his arms had the same happily responsive set of slight curves and wide, trusting hazel eyes.
Her small hand covered his rougher, larger one over her breast, just as he slid his other down her body to help himself slide him. A slow, heady thrust inside her tight, heated depths, drawing a low groan from him that skittered across her throat and shoulder. Sleep swept back that much more, Thomas waking as his hand was already lifting and gently pulling Savannah’s top thigh up and back so that his next rocking thrust could get him deeper.
He was virtually wrapped around her when he finally woke up, with a rock of his hips to feel her stretching around him, the realization that he had begun…having sex with her without even needing to be conscious not as odd or strange as it maybe should have. And the other term he had nearly used, even in his own head, was deliberately forgotten about, as his fingers lightly needed her breast. As his mouth moved over the bottom of her ear, the underside of her jaw, her neck and her shoulder.