He lay beside her and brushed the hair from her face and tucked an errant strand behind her ear. With his hand cradling her chin and cheek his eyes pierced through her flesh to her soul. She blushed profusely as he leaned forward and softly brushed his lips against her neck, just beneath her ear. He heard her breath catch in her throat as he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume.
She turned her face to kiss the heel of his hand and left her most vulnerable part of her body to his desire. He was hungry and she could feel his warm breath on her neck she turned her head again searching for his lips, longing to taste his kiss.
Her hand cupped her breast and she lightly drew her palm over the supple curve and across the tender nub oh her nipple. Soon, her fingers found tip and she lightly pinched and squeezed, sending micro-bolts coursing through her body. Her other hand slipped beneath the hem of her panties and she blushed again as they caressed the baby-smooth skin left by the hot wax earlier that morning.
She savored the sensation of pleasure from her fingers between her thighs. She arched her back and turned her head, her fingers released her breast and then she reached for him to pull him close. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to him in that moment before the sunlight stole the memories of their night.
But her hand fell heavy against the sheet of her bed. There was no head resting on the pillow beside her. There was no body laying inches away from hers. As the morning light washed the remnants of her slumber from her mind, a tear fell from her eye and slowly trailed down her cheek. Where was he? Why was she alone? When would she feel his touch again?
