Just a dream

She wasn't sure what was wrong, but she couldn't move. Her body was hot, sweating, and her guts hurt from the need of... of something.

She heard a too familiar voice whispering her name directly into her ear, a gentle yet firm touch sliding down her side. It travelled on her stomach and hip, drawing circles and tickling her.

It caressed her thigh, running in between her legs. Every single inch made her gasp and wish for more. Those gentle fingers were made for her body, she could feel it. She could feel it was destiny, it was right... She inhaled sharply when the touch slowed down.

Before he could finally touch her core, she woke up. She opened her eyes in the lightless room.

She observed the nothingness for a while, calming her breath. It took her longer than usual.

It had been a wet dream. A terrible wet dream, because all she could get was a tingling sensation and the need to satisfy it. But there was no one she could do that with.