With a tortured, frustrated moan she flips onto her back crossing her ankles, looking at his picture. The icy silk needling at her bare skin, her golden curls tumbling messily over her pillows. She leans over and pulls the gold frame from the table, almost knocking over the crystal vase of fresh lilies. The gentle strain of his singing filling the room as she hits play on the cd player making her mouth twitch into a tender smile. The wavering dance of the candlelight, making her naked skin glow, in all its smooth glory.
She closes her eyes and lets his voice take her away, letting her mind drown in her passion for him. the picture discarded on the sheets as her hands languidly move to her thighs, the hot pink nails scratching at her inner thighs leaving red trails on the silken pale flesh. Her hands shaking as she imagines her hands are his, untaught, unsure, exploring her body with an intense curiosity. Running her small pink tongue slowly over her full bottom lip as she whimpers softly in desire, moving her hands to lightly knead at her breasts, her tiny fingers sliding over throbbing nipples, tugging on them gently imagining his soft lips trapping them his warm moist tongue lightly flicking over the erect nubs, nagging butterflies tearing through the pit of her stomach, her thighs parting slightly. Her clit aching, her pussy glistening.
The sound of the rain pounding on the window matching her heartbeat, the wind bustling through the skeletal branches of the trees, drawing her closer to him. Lightening eerily lighting the sky, the full moons silvery glow pooling around her feet like a small lake. Tiny whimpers echoing in the room as they escape her full lips, her white teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as her back arches. Shaking nervous hands teasing at her nipples. A small smile slipping across her face as she slides her hands down her stomach, tracing the gentle slope, her finger lightly rimming her navel as her hands travel her soft curves. Lightly sliding down over her mound her fingers splayed, ignoring her clit as she lightly probes at her entrance, her hips jumping up to drive her finger deep inside herself.
She moans softly adding another finger into her depths, a nail lazily dragging over her g spot as she rocks her hips gently, imagining his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, his soft words in her ear. Sighing in frustration as she realises she may never hear his heartbeat as she rests her head against his chest, with a strangled sob she reaches into her drawer,lightly running her finger over the smooth shaft of the purple vibrator. looking at it thoughtfully before turning it on, slightly running the cold surface against her painfully aching nipples, her eyes fluttering shut as she lets her mind wander back to him. Her hand guiding the vibrator to her aching clit, moaning loudly at its first touch, teasing at the hardened nub as she arches her hips.
