She walked to her room wrapped in a haze of awareness, with heavy lidded eyes and soft smile she sat down on the edge of her bed. The only light spilled from the bathroom door, but it was enough to highlight the intimate shadows across her body. The hollow of her neck, the curve of her breasts. The golden glow brushed across her pale skin and room equally, softening the edges of the room, reflecting the mood she felt. She studied herself in the large closet door mirrors. Thinking and focusing on one person. One man she would never be able to have; yet, had longed for from nearly the moment she had met him. It was bittersweet to talk to him, but she longed for the comfort he brought to her. Laughter peppered his speech, and behind the jokes, a sensitive and well-informed person stood. She closed her eyes and thought of how he managed to make her want to please him without ever acting demanding or egotistical.
Shaking her head, she came out of her reverie. She pulled a heavy quilt up and over her and cocooned in the warmth of her thoughts, and the heat that slowly wrapped her on the outside, she let her fingers skim across her tender nipples. The arousal she was experiencing allowed the tenderness to turn from slight pain to sending waves of pleasure down into the pit of her stomach. Passion began curling and tightening there, waiting for the release that would soon come. One hand stayed at her breasts, gently flicking and tantalizing, and the other pressed flat against her side while rubbing up and down. She started at the dip at her waist moving to the curve of her hip, and slowly focused on her hands. She imagined him watching, and threw back the quilt, the suddenly cool air against her flushed skin brought her nipples into sharp relief, and she gasped. Her back arched a little as she brought her hands between her legs.
She knew she was aroused, and smiled a little as the pads of her fingers brushed against her swollen lips. She dipped her fingers into the small pool that waited, and brushed the slickness up and to her clit. That one touch sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned as her body every part of her seemed ready to explode. Her eyes closed and her hips moved against her fingers. With one hand, she pressed three fingers against her clit and rubbed slow circles, her other slowly teasing her entrance, tracing the outer edge. Her body began calling for more, as it began its uncontrolled rhythmic clenching. She thought again of him, and with a sudden shutter, she bucked against her hands begging for him. Her body finally reached its peak, and with a soft moan, she came down. When her mind cleared, she was surprised to find that her cheeks were wet with tears. Brushing them away, she gathered the quilt back up, and went to sleep.
