A faint touch on my cheek, half-imagined,
like a dream. Fingers feathered through my hair, warm lips soft on
mine, a mouth insistent, a tongue probing, gentle, slipping into me
with the familiar ease of a long-time lover. Deeper, hungrier, sure
hands on my shoulders, laying me back. My shirt smoothed up, strong
hands on my chest, nimble fingers tickling over my muscles, my
stomach, fumbling below the waistband of my pants, moving lower.
Lower. A moan lost in me, my name murmured like a prayer, kisses
trailed over the slight growth of hair along my jaw, damp lips
closing over my earlobe. The hand below my waist now, lower,
cupping an erection already straining my boxers, a breathy laugh, a
quick kiss on my ear, and the hand encircles me through the fabric
of my shorts, kneads wi
