Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I hadn’t experienced this level of lust in what felt like forever. The whole time I showered, I resisted the urge to slide my hand down wanting to relieve the throb in my pussy.
My fingers inched down, only to stop right above where I need them to circle. It would be useless, my toy got left behind and I could never get myself off with only my hand. I needed the stimulation a toy provided.
My desire for release didn’t ease up, if anything it deepened while I was putting on my pajamas. The silk shorts and camisole slid smoothly along my overly sensitive skin.
The inviting, comfortable cushion of my bed dipped beneath my knees as I crawled under the cool sheets. I laid down in the middle of the queen-sized mattress and ran my fingers along the soft, cotton down comforter. It felt heavy and warm on my body that was too wound up. Needing to pleasure myself in other ways.
I could no longer resist the craving, I pulled off the covers, sinking deep into the sheets. Longing to feel any way I could.
Sighing in defeat, I gave into the temptation and allowed my imagination to take over.
My fingers moved on their own accord, gliding across my hard nipples calling out to be touched. I rolled them between my fingers, flicking and pinching the small pebbles just enough to set my body on fire.
Picturing Aiden watching me dance through sinful eyes. The eyes I couldn’t get enough of.
My fingers hooked the lace band of my panties, slipping them down my freshly shaved legs until they reached my ankles.
The tip of my tongue glided against my dry lips, envisioning the way he stared at me as my ass dropped to the ground.
With one hand kneading my breast, the other slowly treading toward my belly button and down toward the top of my pussy. Caressing the lining of my soft, bare folds.
I was soaking wet.
For him.
If he was watching me dance, did he like what he saw? Did he play with himself imagining it was me? Like I’m imagining its him that’s between my legs and not my hand?
I touched my clit, manipulating the bundle of nerves harder, faster, and with more urgency. I moaned, arching my head back against the pillows. I closed my eyes, visualizing the way he might have felt, the way he may have been turned on by my dancing.
Moving my fingers from my clit to the opening of my pussy, I pushed my middle finger in, adding my index finger shortly after. Easing in and out of my tight hole, beginning to breathe heavier the closer I got to my climax.
I don’t know when things took a drastic turn, but as I glided my fingers back to my clit, swaying my hips, I imagined it was his cock I was riding.
“Oh, God,” I panted, picturing his face as his dick slid in and out of me.”
I swallowed hard, taking a deep, heady breath. Spreading my thighs wider, I hissed upon contact with my clit yet again. All the nerve endings on my nub on high alert from my assault.
His dominating demeanor.
His controlling tone.
His entire persona.
Set my nerves on fucking fire.
My eyes were half closed, my legs trembling the warmer I got to just letting go, even with the images of him touching me, caressing me, making me come…
I still couldn’t go over the edge of wanting to combust.
But then, I thought I heard him groan, “Fuck me,” through the door.
It was so soft.
So light.
Barely above a whisper.
Did I just imagine that too?
Just as fast as that question hit me, another one came as well.
Shit, did I lock the door?
<>Aiden<>
As soon as she averted her gaze, I backed away from the bay window in my office.
Did she just see what I was doing?
I spent the next thirty minutes going fucking insane. Pacing my office floor back and forth, wanting to tear my goddamn hair out.
How do I explain myself? Maybe she didn’t see?
“The fuck?”
How could I be so careless?
I prayed I would find the nerve to face her again.
What would I say? What would she say?
I battled the questions, the thoughts, the sensations tearing into my state of mind.
My conscience.
I would never forget the look on her face when our eyes met. Although I shouldn’t have, I surrendered to the gravitational force that was brought on by our connection.
There was no stopping it.
Logic screamed at me to go talk to her. Find out what she saw.
Deep down it was a moment of weakness for me, right?
My mind was made up as soon as my feet started moving, unable to continue this mental torture for another second.
No doubt, I needed to talk to her.
My thoughts once again shifted gears with each determined stride toward her bedroom, thinking about that afternoon. How I found myself in her bedroom, pissed as fuck to see her suitcase was still on the bed.