A single finger glides across soft skin, traveling from earlobe to neck, over the shoulder, stopping momentarily to enjoy the swell of a creamy breast so erect that it begs to be nibbled.

But, the journey continues until the arousing digit dances playfully along a smooth torso until it traces circles upon a silky bare mound.

A hitch of her breath makes him smile as he knows what he will find once he invades slick, pink folds to claim her buried treasure.

Slight movements produce intense tremors as she drenches his hand.

“God, I missed you,” they declared simultaneously.