I couldn't stop thinking about him. He had been in my thoughts as I worked today. I felt I was going to go insane with my need for him. I slowly stripped off my clothes, as I lay in bed. My mind still raising after my dream with him.

It had been so vivid, I could feel his mouth against my own and his hands on my body. I shivered as I remembered how he kissed me down my body, how he chuckled at the moans that I was unable to keep from escaping. Once my shirt was off, my hands felt their way up my stomach and on to my breasts. I gave each one a light squeeze before gently trailing my index finger against my nipples.

I circled around them. It didn't take long before I was squirming with need. I stopped the slow torture of my nipples as I felt down my thighs, avoiding my center before bringing my hands back to my breasts again. It was slow torture that I was giving myself. I could feel myself soaking to the sheets below me.

Knowing what I truly craved was a touch to the little nub between my legs that would let me finish. I did not let myself have that, instead, I forced myself to live with the want. To imagine what he would be doing with me if he was here as well.

Soon enough my thoughts turned toward him entering me. Now was the perfect time for my one of my hands to slip between my thighs and a finger to circle my clit. I came with a force that I was not familiar with. Screaming, my body shaking. I cried out his name and I knew that when I was with him...... It would be even better.