Stefan shuddered at the way she pushed back against his finger, hungry eyes taking in every bob and sway of her hips and ass. Again, he licked his lips when she spoke. He was aching for her too, turned on in every way possible. Without any need for more encouragement, Stefan pulled his hand away and guided his cock to her wet entrance. For a moment he just pushed softly against her, his tip pressing between her slick folds, as he teased himself as much as her. Still, he couldn't keep it up for long and soon he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.
It was the most surreal experience, feeling it but not feeling it. Stefan gulped, realising his throat was dry from the deep breaths he'd been sucking in while he'd been concentrating on their dream. He could feel a wet heat against his leg where Elena's core was pressed to his skin. He shuddered, his stomach flipping happily. He let one hand slide down his bare skin, beneath the sheet, to circle his hard cock. He gave it a languid stoke as he let his eyes shut again, imagining his hand was Elena's warm, tight pussy.
With the added stimulation to his waking body, it wasn't hard for Stefan to begin building up a slow, steady rhythm. The way she was positioned, her gorgeous, perfect ass angled up towards him, allowed him to thrust deep into her. He moaned at the sensation, trying to keep concentration so he could keep willing her to feel the pleasure. He could make her feel and react more intensely in this dreamlike state than he could have with just his body in real life and he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could to make up for the fact that this wasn't really happening.