Dirty thoughts of some man – no one in particular – flitted into her mind. The mystery man would caress her, lick her, dominate her…he’d do anything she asked to make her come.She circled her clit slowly with one finger, enjoying the sensations that crept up on her, but not wanting to get off just yet. Her body desperately wanted a release, and she got close several times, yet backed off just before going over the edge. Delaying herself would make her orgasm even stronger, and she was a patient woman. She could make herself wait just a little longer.The scent of brewing coffee drifted past her nose, then the tantalizing aroma of cooking food. Rhea’s mouth watered as she teased herself. Maybe her fantasy man was making her breakfast. God, men who cooked were so very sexy.A TV turned on somewhere, and the sound of the weatherman’s voice distracted her a bit. Still, she forced herself to ignore it and press on. She was close now, and she couldn’t wait any longer.“Oh, fuck me,”
