Her Longing

Warm desire spreads through her belly
And she feels herself begin to throb.
Liquid pools between her legs,
Her hand slips between her thighs
To touch herself through the fabric.
She enjoys feeling the rough material
Against her throbbing pussy.
She pushes her finger in a little,
Gasping and arching her back,
Enjoying the sensation but needing more.
Without the damp panties
She is able to spread her legs wide.
Her feet come together
And she pushes her hips up,
Feeling the energy running through her,
The intense throbbing between her legs.
She feels like a Goddess.
There is no need to rush tonight.
She takes her time,
Tracing circles on her belly,
Cupping her breasts,
And teasing her nipples until they harden.
Returning to her memories
Of how he'd lavished attention on her.
Her delighted surprise
When he'd leaned across
And taken her nipple between his lips.
She pinches it now,
Feeling a sudden loneliness,
And a yearning to return to that night.
She puts those thoughts aside for now,
Needing to stay in this moment.
The fire still burns, low in her belly,
And she dips a finger into herself,
Swirling it around in the moist heat.
She strokes once,
Dragging her fingers over the aching bud.
The exquisite pleasure of the sensation
Makes her hips rise off the bed.
Her fingers are coated in her juices
And she is able to slide two fingers
A little way inside herself.
Her throbbing clit demands attention
And she complies,
Alternating between slow strokes
And faster circles.
Her breathing becomes deeper, heavier.
Her left hand returns to her breasts,
Pulling gently on the nipple.
She doesn't want to wait anymore
So she draws on her memories again,
Of his face being inches from hers,
Licking her lips to taste him again,
Feeling his hand between her legs,
His long fingers dipping and swirling inside her.
Her only regret, that she did not touch him,
Becomes her fantasy.
She sees herself on her knees,
Tasting him, touching him,
Hearing him cry out her name.
And then she's over the edge,
Shuddering and throbbing,
Gasping out his name.
Her thighs lift off the bed
And her fingers dance wildly over her clit.
She feels like she's on fire,
The pulsing waves take her breath away,
Her thighs begin to ache,
But she rides out the sensations,
Stroking until the last shudder.
Sweat makes her hair stick to her face
And she collapses, boneless,
Tracing circles over her belly.
For a moment she can't decide
If she wants to cry or laugh.
For once she would like to do this
Without feeling so empty.