Flying

She dreamt she was flying. He slept on beside her, his body against hers. He stirred and in that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, began to caress her. His hands stroked her breasts, the nipples beading at his touch. Fingers dipped low onto her belly and into her moist center. His lips kissed the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, slowly he entered her, fingers toying with her clit. She awoke as her body responded to his touch.

“I dreamt I was flying,” she murmured drowsily. And then she flew, taking him along with her.