Each swerve of her hips sends a surge of ecstasy through him, each surge stronger than the previous, each one making him gasp so deeply that he forgets to exhale.

Her questions make his head spin. They become suggestions in his swirling mind, fodder for even more dreams that may swiftly become reality. His eyelids flicker at the touch of her tongue on his throat; he's mesmerized as her fingers dip between her breasts; he's nearly overtaken by a maddening thrill from her voice in his ear.

It's difficult to form words at this point, but after catching his breath, swallowing hard several times, he manages in a low but clear voice:

"In my dreams I fucked you on the piano and it's all I've wanted to do ever since."