Prologue
I watch his fingers skim the length of my caramel body. Fingers stop to tease me, he is always teasing me, damn bastard! This morning is no different, he begins his sweet assault on my right breast. Circling a nipple with his index finger with something… sticky. Then those smiling eyes watch me ever so closely for my reaction, all smiles turn into a sharp gasp. “Stop playing!” “Why? If you could see what I see” he says smiling. He takes my hands and pins them above my head as his head dips and licks at the tight bud, removing all traces of syrup. Finished playing, he finally latches on. I arch and start squirming, taking a sudden dislike to my panties as his tongue flicks over and over mercilessly. In desperation, I make a grab for him trying to get him closer. He stops releasing my flesh with a soft pop. “Uh, uh, you know the rules, no touching. You touch… I stop” He gazes at me, giving my body a once over. I want more but I refuse to beg. He likes my stubbornness, he thinks it’s sexy. “Besides”, he says lifting my chin with a calloused finger, “it’s not time, I haven’t found you yet Ryder” and kisses me on my forehead. My stupid alarm goes off and I watch it cross eyed, tempted to fling it across my room. It has once again torn me away from this mysterious lover. Same dream, same ending or rather lack thereof. The last three months have left me frazzled, waking up aroused and no place to exert this pent up energy. My mystery man seems familiar but I have never seen his face. This frustrates me but somehow feeds my adrenaline. I love a good mystery. He better find me soon or I just might explode.
