"Damon," Avery moaned as her orgasm washed over her. She opened her eyes and Damon was not straddling her, pounding into her like she thought he was. Instead, she saw him sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap, watching her with a grin.
"Watching you have a sex dream is the hottest thing I've ever watched." He smirked. He was hard from hearing her moan and whimper and since she had gone to bed with a tank top and nothing else, he had quite the view with her writhing in pleasure.
It was a dream? She blushed, forcing her legs back together. It had felt so real. But now that she thought about it, he couldn't have dressed up and sat on the couch so fast. It wasn't the first time she had these dreams and they always ended the same way.
"It's not my fault I'm constantly horny." She rolled her eyes. "You always have your hardness pressed against my backside all night."
