Ashlynn closed her eyes and let the warmth of the garden and the steady pressure of Nyrielle's hands hold her in place. For a long moment, there was nothing but the rustle of jasmine-scented air and the distant, silvery sound of water from a fountain hidden somewhere deeper in the garden.
When Ashlynn slipped into the dream, she'd already been half undressed, but clearly, Nyrielle wasn't content to leave her lover even partially covered. Somewhere between one moment and the next, while Ashlynn moaned softly under the pressure of Nyrielle's strong thumbs kneading into the muscles around the base of her spine, the skirt Ashlynn had been wearing faded away, along with everything else she'd been wearing.
"Nyri," Ashlynn said, tensing to sit up when she realized that her lover intended to work her way even lower. "I…"
