Thinking About You...

I'm laying in bed thinking about you - thinking about last night.

My fingers trace a path.  

First along my lips - bruised from your mouth. I run my tongue along my fingers, recalling my taste on yours. 

Down my neck. I remember leaning back against you as you bite where my neck and shoulder meet.

They skim over my breasts to my nipples, still swollen and sore...

Slowly they work their way down over my belly. And lower still until they rest on my clit.  I reach down inside me to wet my fingers and run them up and around my clit.  The fingers of my other hand find that spot inside me you work so well.

I come just as you made me come last night - moaning your name.