Lorraine was asleep, but she could sense Griffin stirring around her. She turned, still in that heady distance between sleep and wakefulness. “Shshshshsh,” Griffin said, very soft and low in the silence of their bedroom, “you’re still asleep, baby, still asleep. Don’t wake up, baby, don’t wake up … ”

Lorraine processed the words, knowing their source, but her dreamlike state wavered, a bubble wobbling but unwilling to burst.

Griffin’s unmistakable touch ignited her pussy, fingers teasing her clit out and getting her juices flowing. Lorraine’s head lolled on the pillow, eyes fluttering while her world remained in darkness. She could imagine Griffin’s face above her, she could feel his fingers and picture them in her strange dream as if it was really happening, which it was.

“Feels so good to be asleep,” Griffin cooed, “nice and relaxed, just sleeping … just sleeping … ” His cock was a slow pressure building in her, filling her slowly, as if it weren't really happening at all. “It’s all just a dream, baby, just a dream … “

Lorraine groaned, uncertain of her reality. Part of her knew but the rest of her didn't want to, and that part of her brain that Griffin had hard-wired to his fantasy world was in control. Reality had no hold on her or on either of them. All their problems, the mounting perils, faded into the back of her mind. That was the dream, this was the reality.

“I wish I could be there with you, baby,” Griffin said, his fingers circling around the little muscular mound at the top of her pussy, a cluster of nerves around her precious G spot. “But, I’m thinking of you, dreaming about you just the same way you’re dreaming about me now, my love, my only true love … ”

Lorraine’s moan leaked up, her mind reeling between the temptation of waking to Griffin’s attention and the even stronger temptation not to.

“I said I’d always be there,” Griffin rasped, "and I will, baby, I will, I'm on my way back to you as soon as I can get there. Until then, think about me, think about my hands on you, stroking you, holding you so tight. Think about my voice, I know you love it when I talk to you, when I talk dirty to you, my perfect little sweet piece of ass.”

Those words stirred in Lorraine’s loins as a soft groan leaked out of her throat.

“Even now, you can hear my voice, so real, so natural, like I was right there with you. And I will be, baby, so soon …. so soon … ”

Lorraine's eyes remained closed, recollections of Griffin’s handsome face flashing across her imagination. She couldn’t resist thinking of other parts, too: His long, athletic legs; that incredible cock and those big, perfect balls, the flavor already tickling the back of her throat; his strong torso rippling with muscles; arms and shoulders branching out from his wide, heroic chest.

“You can’t wait until you're in my arms again, can you? You can't stop thinking about me, dreaming of the day I come home. But it's okay, baby, because you can feel me near you, you can feel my body so close to yours, so ready. God, my cock's so hard for you, even so far away, I'm always hard for you, Lorraine! And you know that, you can feel my cock dragging along your legs, your thighs. Tap tap tap, baby … ”

Lorraine could feel his huge hammer, already hard and getting her ready for another wild ravaging. She could feel his cock, his hands on her legs, her breasts.

“You can feel me touching you,” Griffin said, “almost like I’m right there with you, my angel, my loving little librarian, like I was lying right next to you, so real you can feel me touching you, you can feel my voice ringing in your ears … ”

Lorraine smacked her dry mouth, head rolling on that pillow beneath her.

“Just relax,” he said, voice low and soothing, “keep sleeping, angel, keep sleeping, dream of me putting my cock into you, you can feel it happening.” And with that, Griffin eased himself into her, the pressure unmistakable. He was so delicate, so velvety smooth, the feel of his entry so pleasing, that Lorraine couldn't stir from her sleep, and would not if she could help it.

Griffin made it easy to remain in that dreamy distance between what she knew was happening and what she wanted to believe was happening. It was too much for her brain to wrap around, and it had to succumb to the pressures of illusion, and of intrusion. Griffin was sliding in deeper, and that pushed all thought out of her mind.

“Imagine me going a bit faster now,” Griffin said, pushing and pulling in a very slow, easy pace. Lorraine gave herself up to the tide of pleasure passing over her, and she dreamed that she was in the shallows of some tropical beach, salty warmth rising up, her body shifting back and forth, floating, drifting, numb to respond, resplendent in her helplessness.

Then the waves came faster.

“It’s like I was right there with you,” Griffin said as he began to pump faster, “it's so clear in your mind, so real, like it was really happening, like I was really fucking you right there, right now!”

Griffin’s cycle increased in speed, in depth, a waggle and a shake sending reliable tremors through Lorraine's body. “Imagine me going a bit faster, eh? You ready for that, baby?” Griffin was true to his word, his slow grind increasing, faster and deeper and longer and harder, but still not stirring her from that dreamy state, mind torn, heart sure, soul committed.

“You’re making this happen,” Griffin said, “it's all in your mind, you're that powerful, that brilliant, that you could conjure such a feeling, so real, baby, it feels so real, doesn't it?” Griffin stopped, his grind ceasing all at once. “But it's not, baby, no. I'm miles away, my angel, trying to get back to you somehow, anyway I can. God, I want to be with you so much, be inside you so bad, just the way you feel it now, just the way you imagine it, the way you're dreaming it.” Then he pushed in again. “But until then, my sweet, sweet Lorraine, you’ll just have to dream, to keep dreaming, sleep and never wake up until I'm finally with you again … sleep until you wake up with me beside you, baby, the man of our dreams, the man of your dreams ... ”

Lorraine’s body clenched, another orgasm swimming in tight circles behind her pussy. It roiled and coiled, fast getting stronger. With Lorraine in a state of delirious near-sleep, she couldn’t exert any focus on suppressing it. It was like that sneaky orgasm knew she was compromised and took full advantage, quick to leap to the fore of her body’s awareness, blotting out her other muffled senses.

Her body trembled, a soft cry leaking out of her mouth as Griffin slid in and out, pumping up her orgasm to overwhelming power and capacity. Lorraine’s body and mind were torn between confusion and consciousness, total relaxation and utter orgasmic bliss. She wanted to wake and turn and wrap her arms around him, and she wanted not to do it. She wanted to reach down and rub her own mound to rile that orgasm to monstrous proportions. But, her arms were numb, and the slow build of that tremendous orgasm only made it stronger, filling her lungs, drowning her heart and her brain and her soul. Ultimately, all Lorraine could do was lay there and quiver as her cum built up to epic proportions and finally a crescendo of release overtook her body.

Even through her body-shaking orgasm, Lorraine was still locked in a nether region of fantasy and reality, slumber and consciousness, solitude and the embrace of the love of her life. And that’s where she’d remain until the sun came up, though Lorraine slept well into the next day.