It started as a dream-his hands, hismouth, the slow burn of kisses down my body. I woke gasping, my own hands roaming under the thin fabric covering my breasts. Still half-dreaming, I let myself fall back into the fantasy, hips rolling helplessly against the sheets.
The bedsheets twisted around my ankles as I moved, restless with wanting. My bra felt too tight, my skin too hot. I slipped a hand inside, cupping the fullness of my breast, pinching lightly until I gasped. I bit my lip and let the night take me.
