Uff ! My Fantasies...

He has a way with words;
"Would you make the same love to me knowing I am besides you, the kind of that you desperately wish to- on the nights you miss me the most?"
....and I am left there, staring straight into his green eyes fantasising of all the ways I would love him on the nights I miss him the most.
Knowing I don't have an answer, he knows this is his chance to playfully slid his hand under my skirt without me catching a hint of it, and by the time I know, it's already late. This is the moment I crave for the most, the way he creates magic with his fingers down there as if-
Pleasure sits at the tip of his fingers.
Two fingers and he gets me high, high on love
And right when I need more of it, the night ends, the ecstasy fades, thus putting an end to my fantasy too.
I can't do much, but spend the rest of night anticipating how his lips would feel on my bare neck the next morning...

~Aish