Fixer POV
My dream was of Tank, and his gorgeous body, good dreams, erotic dreams. When I woke, I was horny as hell.
He was lying on his back, one arm over his head, the other around my waist; he was always touching in some small way. Lifting the blanket, I smiled. He had a morning wood, perfect. I can soon change that to mean something else.
Moving down the bed and grasping his shaft, I started to play with him. I loved making his shaft jump and pulse. I used everything I had: my teeth, nails, and mouth, hoping he would enjoy what I was doing. His groans say he does, but was he awake or dreaming I am doing this to him? I didn't care; I loved making him groan with pleasure.
He woke up fully when I climbed on, but I was in my zone and didn't want him to touch me. He worked it out, and
