A soft sigh began to suggest to parts of Boyd’s mind—parts that were not interested in hearing the suggestions in the least—that cognizant realization should probably be found. His subconscious seemed to flinch, pull back, and try to cocoon itself with the comfortable web of dream worlds. It was, after all, a land where the slide of a hard, warm body was doing amazing things to his straining c**k. For what had seemed like hours, the sensation had lured him towards orgasm, only to still and fade and drop Boyd’s mind back into full-on sleep, only to be repeated yet again, and draw his interest back.
Fine hair, like silk against Boyd’s cheek and chin, teased Boyd’s face. A palm tightened over his wrist and squeezed—a thrill that Boyd felt in the hardest part of him, as if that hand had a hol
