Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
But it's fun, I can give him that. So I’ll play along.
'I have a meeting in the morning, but we can do lunch, maybe a walk on the beach. We can explore the city too, check it out together.'
Is he actually serious?
Squeezing the phone tighter, I'm not sure what to say. That is a pretty serious answer to a playful question. I was just kidding.
'You're joking, right?'
'I guess you'll have to wait and see. See you tomorrow, Perri.'
Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I pluck at my bottom lip. I feel all warm and fuzzy, excitement flowing through my veins as I think about actually having lunch with Kent.
He's so damn hot. Those muscles, that smile, those eyes. . .
My fingers move gently down my chest, touching my nipples lightly. They're tender, and a shiver scales down my body as I brush my fingertips up and down the stiff peaks. Closing my eyes, I let him take over, he can rule my mind and my body safely in this space.
If I let him have me in my mind, then maybe I'll have enough strength to not be affected by him tomorrow.
Slipping my hand under my shirt, I pinch my nipple as I slide my other hand into my panties. I'm wet, my panties are warm and slick, and my clit is throbbing.
Images of Kent flood my mind, coming fast and furious. His hands all over my body, tracing down my sides, moving over my ribs, rubbing over my breasts. His lips taste my skin with greedy kisses and a hungry tongue.
I dip my finger into my entrance, and slide it over my clit, ever so lightly. Teasing myself to make this last. I can get myself off in seconds if I wanted to, but I want to savor these dirty thoughts, make it feel real. So I apply just a bit of pressure and rub in small circles, feeling myself getting wetter as I do. With my other hand I rub circles around my nipple, until it’s so hard I pinch myself, letting out a slow hiss. I imagine what Kent would look like, watching me as he turned me on. My finger in my panties is so slippery now there’s no friction at all. How would Kent react, dipping his fingers inside of me and finding me so wet for him? I see him sitting beside me, his dick straining against his shorts. The look on his face is a combination of pain and want and desperation.
With my eyes closed tight, I let my imagination run wild. I put two fingers inside myself, and imagine him feeling me, so tight around his fingers. How he’d want to replace his fingers with his shaft so badly. My vag squeezes involuntarily at the thought. I’d whisper to him, “Do you want this, Kent? Do you want me?” And he’d be so lost in my heat and his desire that he’d simply nod, wordlessly telling me everything I already knew. My fingers pump inside me while I rub the pad of my thumb over my clitoris. Finding just the right rhythm that I know and love. The whole time I see Kent behind my closed eyes.
Right now, I'm his.
My own touch is sending shock waves up my belly, and across my chest. Faster and faster I work, thrusting my fingers in deeper, pressing harder, and forcing my body into overdrive.
I imagine reaching over to him, placing my hand on the growing bulge in his shorts. The total relief that would wash over his face as I trace a finger up and down his length. How hard he’d get as he finger fucked me, wishing so desperately that it was his dick rather than his hand between my legs.
Two fingers quickly turn into three, stretching my walls as I picture Kent taking out his cock and splaying me wide open on the couch. He slides in with such ease, and I’d stretch for him, devouring every inch of his thickness. As needy for him as he is for me. He’d take my ankles in his hands and bang me wildly. Taking what he wants. I see his shaft disappearing inside me, the strain on his face, and my own fingers match the pace I imagine. Harder, faster, deeper. I can feel the orgasm as it bubbles in my stomach.
It's building, growing, making my thighs tremble, and clamp around my wrist as I finger myself into a blissful escape. Every stroke draws soft, almost non audible moans, but my body is alive.
Electricity is flowing through my veins, snapping and crackling like a burning inferno. I'm hot, buzzing from head to toe as my body finally lets go. The orgasm bursts from inside, exploding with such power my head snaps back, and I let out a loud moan.