He slid his hand down, running his finger tips lightly along his thigh. In his mind her long tresses were caressing him in a sweet kiss as she moved closer.
She saw him in the candle glow standing above her, his remembered eyes searing her hot flesh as she slid down her panties...
He felt the breeze from a passing C.O. and it was as if it were her breath, exciting him further. "Sara", he moaned, as he gripped himself tightly, the pre ejaculate making his hand glide effortlessly along his thick shaft...
"Michael", she moaned to the empty room, as her hand slid beneath the sheets, her mind filled with pictures of demons and angels as she traced her way to her wet center. She brought her wet fingertips up to tease a nipple, and it was his playful tongue sending waves of pleasure through her belly...
He gripped himself tighter as he entered her hot juices, knowing his imagination couldn't do her justice…Knowing if he were to enter her just once, he would never want to leave...
She bit her lip as he moved inside of her…Her fingers taking on an imagined shape she knew could never fill her void like he could...
He ached so badly, just needing to let go, but he held back pretending he was waiting for her...
Her moaning was becoming louder as she imagined his eyes watching her. She always felt like she was being enveloped by the warm sky when he looked at her like that...
He threw back his head unable to sustain a moment longer. And it was her name on his wet lips as his orgasm tore through him, his hand moving like a phantom of her riding him to a relentless end...
"Oh, Sara"...
She clutched the sheets tightly,
her knuckles turning white as he pressed himself deeper into her.
Her muscles contracting in pleasure as he touched her places no
other has touched, making her feel as if she no longer had to be
alone...
"Oh, Michael"...
Their joined whispers were lost to the night...
"I don't want to be alone"...
