I feel your hand snake up my leg, brushing against the thin strip of fabric that covers me. It sends shivers down my spine and I arch into you, wanting more. "Emil," I gasp, my voice hoarse with desire, "if you want this... if you really want to know how much I need you..."

My hips move against him, grinding against his erection beneath the blanket. "Then take it."

I let out a moan as you slide your hand up my leg, tracing circles around the fabric until it slips aside, revealing me to you. "Tell me what you want," I whisper, arching into your touch. "Tell me what you've dreamed of doing to me."