Seven: Lana

Lana's P.O.V.

I turned my head to the side, feeling my clit throb with pleasure and disappointment as I opened my eyes. The white bed was gone, and the grey blanket that I had grown used to stare back at me mockingly. The missing warmth of his body on mine sent a chill over me.

My hand had found its way between my legs in my sleep, reminding me just how long it had been since I had been touched, even by myself. The wetness that coated my fingers had me closing my eyes again, willing myself to fall back into my dream to pick up where we left off.

Yet, as the sleep cleared from my mind the dream stayed with me. I could remember every touch, every kiss, and every thrust as he made my mind melt. My fingers pressed together, and I began to rub small but hard circles against my clit. My free hand gripped the sheets tightly until I could no longer feel my fingers as I imagined the sinfully sexy stranger moving down my body until his head was between my thighs.

I wanted to feel his mouth a