Olek’s arm was draped around her body, hugging her back close to his chest. There was a hardness pressed intimately into her backside. In a sleepy daze, she turned to him. Her hands reached up the side of his body, unable to see his face in the dark room. Her fingers glanced against his naked waist, tripping on his shirt as they moved up to feel him. Her hips rocked naturally closer to where he lay. She moaned to feel him, her lips searching blindly to kiss him.   He had been in her dreams again. Maybe she was still dreaming. She didn’t stop to think as she opened her mouth to lay claim to his.   Olek gasped with a start, instantly waking, only to groan as he felt Nadja’s soft body working into his. Her mouth was parting against his lips in a tender, sleepy kiss. Her hands were on his chest, rubbing up to his neck as she urged him to her. Her thigh was over his hip, restlessly digging to feel him, pulling him closer.   His hand glided over her body, unable to resist the hot passion she awoke in him.
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