Her breasts were heavy and tight; the slightest breeze over her nipples caused them to throb with need. Her pussy was slick, and her clit pulsed. Her nether lips tingled, wanting his touch. She had never felt so much need for one person before. It scared her. She writhed on the bed, trying to find a cool place on the sheet. She sensed him the moment he reappeared in the house. When she had awakened to find him gone, she had panicked, and that was when her body had gone into overdrive. It was as if her body were trying to bring him home by becoming one pulsing point of need. She sat up, legs spread, arms at her side, hands sitting on the mattress. Her hair was a mass of waves and curls, falling around her shoulders like a dark brown cloak, half of it covering her face. With a toss of her head, it fell back, only to slide forward again. She heard him coming up the stairs, felt his heartbeat with every step. She reached down, her fingers slipping over the slick petals of her sex.
