The musky scent of incense and her arousal permeate her senses. Fingers trail a rousing path down her neck, over each breast, pausing to pinch and roll each pink bud, teasing them erect. She can feel the heat rising with each tweak of her nipples, a desperate need, her hips searching for pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her mind distracted by indulgent fantasy.

Fingers tease her thighs, nails digging into flesh, slowly teasing her desire. Fingers insistent, hungry, causing sensation after sensation to coarse through her body, teasing her flesh but avoiding her already blossoming clit. Her breathing deep, building with an overwhelming craving to be taken to the edge. Every touch causing her to become more wet with wanting.

Fingers languidly tease her clit, sliding over her already rigid bud, they begin to rub with an urgency, her hips bucking with hedonistic mania, searching. More fingers fill her moist pussy, provoking a carnal need, all thoughts focussed on the sensations below and the gluttonous need for release.

Moaning uncontrollably, her body pulsating and tingling, the heat builds all consuming, muscles tighten in euphoria, her back arches with an animalistic fevour. Raging waves of ectasy ride her body into a screaming crescendo.

She gasps, her body shudders, enraptured. Her spent body slumps into the satin sheets, her skin soaked, her thighs covered in her nectar. Her eyes are heavy, a smile on her lips, she drifts off.

One hand lies between her thighs, wet with the evidence of wanton lust. The other rests on her heart.

Dreaming the hands upon her spent body, are his wicked hands.