I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming when I felt the 1st shudder of joy. My body moved on it is own, slow and hypnotic. The sofa creaked softly underneath me, my breath catching, my mind lost somewhere betwixt sleep and pure, sinful sensation.
I could nearly feel his throat trailing kisses down my body. My hands weren't enough—they not at any time were. I whimpered softly, clutching the sheets in my fists, my body trembling with the ghost of his touch that lived solely in my mind.