“Did you dream about me last night, my Sparrow?” He leaned over me, bringing his lips to mine, supporting himself on one powerful arm while the other rose and fell with more slow, deliberate strokes of himself. “About what it would feel like to have my cock between your legs, rather than my fingers? Rather than my tongue?” I tried to reply, but my words became nothing more than a soft moan that rose into a whimper as his erection brushed across my thighs before trailing up to my center. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
