The city lights sparkle through the window as I pull the soft comforter up around my body, leaving just enough bare skin exposed to feel the cool night air.

I’m lying here in bed, completely naked underneath the blanket, thinking about you. My fingers trace slow circles over my pale skin, brushing across my breasts, teasing my nipples until they’re hard and sensitive.

I can’t stop touching myself tonight…

Every time I close my eyes I imagine your hands instead of mine. I slide one hand lower, between my thighs, finding myself already wet and aching. A soft moan escapes my lips as I start to rub slow, lazy circles over my swollen clit.

I picture you here with me — climbing into bed, pulling the comforter away, and seeing how ready I am for you. I want you to watch me. I want you to hear every little gasp and whimper as I fuck myself thinking of you.

My fingers move faster now, dipping inside, then back to my clit. My hips start rocking against my hand as the pleasure builds. I’m breathing heavier, whispering your name into the dark room like a secret.

I’m so close already… but I don’t want to cum alone. I want you to hear it. I want you to tell me when to let go.