The connection was there she couldn’t deny it she wanted him, but more she wanted him to need her as much as she needed him. In that moment she might have given anything to have his hands on her, his lips on hers pushing her to no return. She had so many wonderful fantasies about how he would taste and feel pressed against her, wondering how she might feel when they became one. Feeling him sink slowly into her the skin on skin, heated kisses slow touches. Demanding and sensual she needed to know. The more she thought of him and how it could be the hotter she became thinking she might combust. Needing to know how he would explore her and satisfy her insatiable hunger for him burned her body causing waves of heat and desire. How his hands would feel on her, was he a lover or a f… flaming hot time. Sensual or smoldering so many options so many desires he ignited within her she needed to have him raw and soon or she might not survive the onslaught of desire he had evoked. She only hoped he too had a burning need to feel her, taste and devour her the way she wanted him. She didn’t know how or why the idea of him made her want him, the desire was deep. Wanting to be free to touch and explore his body to taste and touch him would only fuel the burning desire yet nothing else she could think of would quench her need, the levels of desire pushing at her gnawing with great need. Fueled by thoughts of what would happen when they were finally able to be together, she had to wait just a little longer in hope that soon she would be able to have him raw and unconstrained just the way she needed him. If only he knew how he made her hot, without even being there. If only he understood just how bad she needed him, if only then maybe her aching lips would find relief.