That night, I dreamed of Andrew in my bed. He lay naked beside me on top of the sheets, his entire body exposed to me. He propped his head up with his elbow and crossed his legs at the ankles, accentuating his groin.
He caressed my cheek.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and sultry.
I grinned.
“Hello, handsome.”
“Kiss me.” It was a command, not a request.
I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. His tongue flicked out and playfully tangled with mine. His hand entwined in my hair, bringing me closer and deepening the kiss.
His other hand slipped down to my groin and stroked me gently. I whimpered into his mouth as he played with my folds, making me slick enough for his fin
