SEVEN
A whimper squeaked from her throat when the first whisper of awareness stole into her slumber. Rora moved, testing her muscles, and smiled, her legs were wrapped around something long and hard, it felt good, solid. Pushing her hips forward, she found herself at the perfect angle to rock against it.
The smooth, hard warmth beneath her hand was nice too. Letting her hand move up and down, she thought it might be flesh, so she guessed she was still in a dream. The careful, constant rhythm of a heartbeat beneath her palm made her pause and press her hand down. Her hips were still moving. She tilted, pressing her c**t into the stimulator she’d been writhing on.
Something tightened around the back and side of her neck, pressing her face closer to the hard thing she was wrapped around. W
