Calling his name

She wakes in the night a voice rousing her from her dreams. It is her own calling his name. Her eyes adjust to the darkness. The stillness surrounding her like a soft blanket. He’s in her mind as he always is. She says his name softly once twice and like a wraith in the night he is there. He draws her into his arms skin against skin hard against soft breast to chest hip to hip. They cannot get any closer. She is intoxicated by his scent by how he feels. He kisses her gently at first then more insistently passion flaming at the first touch of tongues. They become lost in each other in the contact in their connection. As they kiss skin is pressed caresses are felt fingers questing along curves and lines his and hers. He finds her warm wet yielding. She arches into him nipples hard against his chest. Wanting more needing more. His knee presses her thighs open followed by his hands stroking teasing pushing her over the edge. Her hands reach for him as he slowly enters her filling her his heat now part of hers. He stills as she wraps her legs around him pulling him deeper. Wanting to prolong the moment when they are closer than close. Never wanting to wake from this dream.