It was a nice dream, coaxing aching feelings of arousal in her womb. She’d found herself pursued through the forest, caught from behind, and his fingers massaging her clit until her body climbed toward orgasm—but in typical dream fashion, she’d awakened before achieving ultimate pleasure. Slowly, she opened her eyes, realizing immediately why her dreams had turned to the erotic this morning. A warm, meaty arm cushioned Kimber’s head from the hard floor while still managing to grip one breast as if it might crawl away from her body. His other big paw firmly entrenched between her thighs, cupping her mound in a possessive hold. Behind her, the unmistakable prod of a cock bruised a spot in her buttocks. She squirmed and he tightened his arms, still asleep. His breath tickled her ear, and his fingers on her groin twitched in his sleep, eliciting tingles of awareness. She bit her lip, craving more and wondering how much she could get away with and how deeply he would sleep. Kimber eased her dress up her thighs, carefully tugging it free of his fingers until his fingertips touched her bare flesh and embedded in her wet slit.
