I could almost feel hismouth trailing kisses down my body. My hands weren't enough-they never were. I whimpered softly, clutching the sheets in my fists, my body trembling with the ghost of histouch that lived only in my mind.
I leaned back against the pillows in my underwear, my fingers playing lazily with the edge of the sheets, inviting him silently to join me, he sat down beside me, his hand brushing mine, our eyes locking as the air thickened with unspoken promises, and when he finally kissed me, it was everything I had been waiting for.
