Tossing the pillow to the floor, she stretched out across the bed.  Sleep eluded her.  The air was too hot.  The air was too cool.  The room was too quiet.  The noises outside were too loud.  Mostly, the bed was too empty. 

She could hear his voice in her ear, telling her how much he loved her.  That meant nothing when she had empty arms.  It meant nothing when her body ached for his touch…a touch that she got way too seldom.

She closed her eyes and replayed the last time he was there…the way he had consumed her.  The way he had undressed her so slowly, kissing her and whispering in her ear how hungry he was for her.  How he had covered her entire body with a warm, fruity massage oil then took long, enjoyable, agonizing hours licking it off.  She begged for relief but he only ran his tongue and lips over more of her.  It wasn’t until hours later that he finally penetrated her…deliberately…deeply…making her gasp and cum over and over.

Where was he now?  Had he gotten too familiar with her? 

The phone played his tune and she answered it quickly…her voice still soft and husky from the memory of his love making.  He whispered “I love you” through the phone.  “Now unlock the door and let me in.”