Naked, I kneel on our love bed as the golden glow of dusk showers me intimately. The window is wide open, letting in the chill, dense air of night, scented with the ocean’s breath, sneaking in like a lover’s whisper. It dances across my skin, tickling and caressing, igniting tiny sparks that grow into a fiery blaze.

I shiver, though I’m not cold. The wind’s invisible fingers find me—persistent, gliding over my bare arms and tracing the curve of my spine. It moves lower, flowing between my thighs, stirring something deep within me. Something primal. It surrounds me yet feels intangible—a phantom touch, a lover unseen.

Oh, how it finds my breasts! Floating through my cleavage, spreading out reaching my nipples. The fleeting whisper of air brushes against them, sending an electric rush through me as they harden and pulse in time with my racing heart. The promise of more. The sensation spreads downward, coiling tightly in my belly, spilling into my love cave. I clench my thighs together, desperate, aching, as my body pulses in anticipation.

I close my eyes and surrender to the flood of sensation overwhelming me. My breath grows deep and fast as my body yields to the delicious agony of desire. In this moment, I imagine you—your warmth, your presence. I picture your hands on my skin, grounding me, claiming me. I am one with the anticipation, its sweet torment flowing through me like a river of fiery desire.

In my imagination, I feel you. The unrelenting insistence of your full length against me, hot and throbbing, teasing the place that craves you most. Instinctively, I arch my back, letting fantasy take flight, inviting you in, yearning for when fantasy becomes reality.

Then, a subtle sound — a shift in the air, a lingering presence.

I open my eyes.

You stand in the doorway, your eyes heavily shadowed and ravenous, drinking me in. The moment stretches endlessly between us, pregnant with tension, electric. You see how I kneel, how my body trembles, how my skin burns with arousal. You see the glistening proof of my desire, waiting for you.

A slow smile curls your lips.

I don’t speak; I don’t need to.

You already know.

I am ready.

I am yours.

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