A finger ran over her lips. She shuddered. It slid down her chin and along her neck. She swallowed beneath the touch. The finger made its way lower between her naked breasts. It only halted when it reached her belly button.
She threw her head back when his mouth landed upon her nipple. Her soft, delicate skin merely a treat for his voracious tongue. His hand was all over her, probing her. He stroked her back with his burning palms down her spine.
A knocking sound made her eyelids flutter. An invisible string plucked Faith out of her sweet dream. When his lips disappeared, she thought she would cry. Her need was so great that her body throbbed with it.
She grabbed her pillow and covered her head, pressing it down as much as she could. No more morning light, no more knocks at the door. She wanted him back, to come and finish what he had started.
Who didn't have such dreams? :)