Moonlight, white silk sheets, and dark raven hair dominate my sight. She had given me a key. Maybe she’d forgotten . . . or maybe not. Once through the door I inhaled deeply and took in her expensive scent.
I fought to keep my eyes from closing, from losing sight of her curves under the silk. Mmmm, perhaps she was expecting me.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I observed her lines, her breathing. Her fingers gripped the pillow. I leaned in to her neck . . . her reactions were faster.
Lips found mine.
Hands pulled me to her.
She kissed me deep, her hand in my hair . . . while the other was searching.
“Wha?” I woke, looking up into dark eyes.
“You were gasping for breath, are you okay?”
“I was lost in a dream, a fantasy.” I smiled.
“Well, everyone needs a fantasy.”
I laughed. “Yeah.
She leaned over me her face close to mine.
“And you know what I always say.”
“Which one?” I asked.
“My single-minded aim is to give existence to fantasy.”
This is my contribution to the Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge. Hosted this week by my co-host, Colleen Chesebro on SilverThreading.com. The theme is Fantasy. Click here to see other entries and to enter yourself if you like.
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