My skin is on fire. Feverish hands burn a path even hotter down my body. One squeezes my breast over my silk slip. The other smooths over my stomach. Down the crook of my thighs. Between my legs. My orgasm builds and builds and builds. Until— I tumble out of sleep, a needy moan slipping out of my lips. My eyes snap open and I freeze, my body turning to stone while silence softly settles like silt at the bottom of the ocean.
