Based on the Phases of a persons life, entirely a Self driven Fictional story.
I bit my lower lip. The idea of him hovering over me, lifting my leg to rest it on his shoulder, crossed my mind. The thought of him diving into my folds with his soft mouth nearly tore me apart. How would his hair feel in my hands? What would it be like if he pressed against me?
Stop, Millie.
I exhaled a frustrated breath and pulled my hand out, turning to the other empty side that had never felt a man's warmth before.
I traced my fingers across the pillow, imagining Roman sleeping next to me, his arms around me.