I lay face down on my bed in my room above the inn. I tried to process my thoughts about this stranger I had met and what we'd done. It couldn't be resisted. It was a pull, an urge, one that could not be satiated until I had him. He had been gone for days now and the longing pulled on me, making me writhe. I wondered if he felt the same desperate need as I did. Every time I moved the bed underneath brushed against my chest, sending little shocks through my body. I tried to ignore it and sleep. I couldn't think and could hardly breathe without him near me.
Eventually the velvet dark surrounded me, quieting my body and letting me rest at last. My dreams though were filled with thoughts of him; the feel of his body against mine was a memory that ran rampant through my mind. As I lay dreaming I felt myself open my legs slightly, as if even in the dream I was laying myself out for him to take.
I felt his fingers brushing down the insides of my thighs to my ankles and parting my legs even more. At first I thought maybe he were sleeping too and we'd found a way to connect metaphysically. I wondered if his body were reacting as strongly as mine was.. I was already feeling unbearably hot and little spasms between my legs. I had to resist the urge to slide my hand down between my legs to ease the aching.
That's when I felt it... The warmth of his breath over my already burning skin moments before his tongue touched me, tracing along my skin. I parted my legs more and his tongue slipped inside then ran along the outside of my pussy again, stroking softly... I arched my back slightly, trying to get more of his tongue against me. Then it was gone. Moments later his strong hands flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs far apart.
