Suddenly
I’d wanted him so long it felt as though my feelings must be affecting him. Every night I thought of him- soft thoughts at first- him telling me how he felt about me, how much he loved me, kissing me and stroking my face. Then the nighttime would get to me, infiltrate me. I imagined how it would feel to press myself close against him whilst we kissed, his tongue hard and insistent in my mouth, his hands cupping my buttocks and pulling my hips towards him, my breasts crushed against his chest...