"Sometimes I just want to tell you how my day has been," Lavender murmured, the feel of his strong hands touching her. "Or I think about the sound of your voice and the way you hold me." Her breath hitched as his lips pressed to her inner thighs. Lavender smiled as she looked down her body at him, at the mussed blond curls that she loved to play with when she was too tired to even kiss him any more.
Lavender smirked lazily, her breathing becoming a little heavy with anticipation. "And if I'm here all alone," she continued, "I think about how when you're in me it feels like we were made for each other." Squirming under his touch, she didn't have much patience of her own tonight.