My waist was grasped by powerful hands that touched me passionately, gently, and intimately. Massaging my neck and rubbing my back, from my waist up.

As soon as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, I leaned towards it. My body yearned for his contact. He gave me tender kisses on my neck, and I cocked my head to the right, so he could get closer to the area below my ear.

It seems as if he understands just how and where to kiss and touch me. I wanted him to touch me, since my blood was strongly running to the area between my legs, that has never been touched by anybody.

I sobbed in desire of more of his contact. He quickly turned to touch my breast, as though sensing just what I needed. I tenderly massage my breast. It hurts to not feel him between my legs.

His left arm was long and strong, and there was a tattoo of the most exquisite black-and-gold-Wolf with the most intense green eyes on it. Without understanding why, I felt a connection to the picture.
I tried to turn to face him when I woke up.