She closed her eyes and imagined one of the other times he had his hand pressed into her and gasped barely audible at the thought, his hand on her clit, circling spreading her arousal making sure she was thoroughly lubricated everywhere, his hot kisses pressing his lips firmly on hers tying them together creating entanglements everywhere desperate to never lose the connection. His free hand would make a fist in the bottom of her hair -he loved her hair- and played with the curls that fell at the nape of her neck, she would wrap her arms around his neck and spread her knees wide. She offered herself to him every night they were together without fail, she trusted him with her body and mind implicitly, he knew her inside and out, knew how her body would tense, respond, quicken, and prickle at his touch. 