Lenore laughs breathily at Gideon's charming shock, her awed vulgarity. "Oh no," she murmurs playfully. "What if you're dreaming?"

Shivering at the feeling of Gideon's hand against her breast, Lenore groans and arches up into the touch, lashes closing as she savors the throb of desire between her legs, the hot slick of her cunt.

"Better pinch you to make sure," Lenore offers, capturing each of Gideon's nipples between thumb and forefinger, clamping down just enough to make sure that the sensation of it shoots down Gideon's nerves. She releases a moment later, looking positively wicked as she grins up at her lover. "What do you think? Dreaming?"