Her spine tingled and the hairs at the back of her neck stood up as she felt a finger traced down her back.
“You coming?” He’d found her at last and he wasn’t leaving her side until the night is over.
This game of cat-and-mouse they’d been playing at every party always left him rock hard. He wondered how she would taste like, how she would look with her hair splayed all over the Egyptian cotton sheets, how her voice would sound when in the throes of the pleasure, how she would feel when he fills her up to the hilt.
Unbeknownst to him, she wondered the same things. She wondered how he would feel inside her, how he would look like while in the act of passion, how dirty his mouth would be, how hard he would take her.
Maybe tonight they’ll both stop wondering.