She was dreaming.  First the dream was about Tim and learning he was dead.  But, when she went to view the body, commanded to do so by some unseen person who her sleeping mind labeled as The Law, it was Sam’s face on the dead figure and her dream self screamed while others laughed.  Irene woke and looked down at the sleeping figure beside her.  His hand was warm on her and she knew it had just been a dream.  She eased around until she could kick the sheet off of her legs, feeling too warm with Sam’s heat washing onto her.<br/><br/>Irene pushed the nightmare away and dropped back into sleep.  The next dream she had was far more pleasant.  A whiskered mouth touched her bare skin, touched it at her slit and she was unsure if the dream continued or if she was living the dream.  Lying still, she waited and felt the bed move as Sam lay beside her once more.  She wondered what he would do next to her, as she slept.<br/><br/>He moved the fabric from her breast and kissed it.  Irene’s pulse quickened and her toes curled.  “Mmmmm,” she sighed, feigning sleep since he seemed to be enjoying himself.<br/><br/>But, he moved lower and when his mouth and hands worked on her she could not fake sleep any longer.  She shifted, eyes opening, to look down at Sam.<br/><br/>“Don’t,” she grunted.  “Don’t go back to sleep, Sam.”  She Sat up, braced on her elbows.  She met his eyes and watched him as he pressed his tongue into her, his fingers tugging her folds, rubbing...  Irene moaned, “Oh, goodness, Sam, you’re damned good at that.”  She lifted her knees, planting her feet on the bed, lifting her hips to help him.  “Oh, baby, mmm... Come on,” she said, making an effort to roll up slightly, her hand on his neck, fingers cupping trying to draw him up to her.  “There’s something else that needs to be there,” she said, smiling. Irene moved her foot, sliding it up Sam’s thigh to insinuate it between him and the bed until she felt his stiffened cock, held prisoner against the bedding.  “Mmm.  Seems you’re quite ready,” she said.<br/><br/>Something about being woken up this way had certainly lit Irene’s sexual fuse.  She also felt strong, self-assured as she tried to coax Sam up so that he might fuck her properly.  And, so that she might kiss him and look into his eyes as she fucked him back.<br/><br/>“Sam?  I really want you to fuck me...now,” she said, her voice low.  Irene writhed to his seductive touch, hips moving almost without her involvement.  Her foot was still next to his cock, her toes rubbing his belly, urging him on.<br/>