|notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote,|
@ 2007-12-12 20:49:00
I've been tossing and turning for at least the last hour, which is not going to make my early morning meeting any more pleasant tomorrow.
I flop onto my stomach and fluff the pillow one more time, trying to get comfortable. But after laying here for a few more minutes I can't help focusing on the feel of my breasts pressed up against the mattress. Makes me squirm a little, sliding my legs back and forth on the soft sheets.
My mind drifts away from sleep to the slow throb that is starting to build in my crotch.
I roll back over and use my finger tips to touch one of my nipples lightly over my tank top. Feels good, sensitive through the soft cotton. Too good to stop.
I let my other hand drift down to my crotch feeling the moisture that has already soaked through the fabric there.
It's been a long time since I have touched myself this way. Made time to make myself feel like this. A wife, two kids and a career have a way of filling the days. And it's good, I wouldn't trade any of it. But Lindsay's in Pittsburgh for a few days with the kids and right now there is time for me.
I force myself to pull my hand from between my legs, dragging it up over my stomach and to my chest. I pull my tank down over both my breasts. My nipples are hard from the soft, teasing attention I have been giving them. I wet my fingers in my mouth and smear the saliva around and over one of my nipples.
A tongue touching me there. First lightly and then with more pressure. Lips. A mouth sucking hard. Teeth crossing the line from pleasure to pain and then back again.
I use my fingers to pull on my tit and then soothe away the pain.
Each touch sends a jolt to my pussy. I can feel my pulse there, faster and stronger.
I leave my breasts exposed and run my hands over my ribcage on the way to my hipbones. I move slow, dragging each feeling out. Making myself crave more. I slip my thumbs under the fabric and pull my underwear off.
My tank slips up and the fabric sliding over my nipples makes me moan. Feels good to let loose a bit and I moan louder when my hand makes contact with my bare pussy. I'm wet. Wetter than I've been in a long time.
I use one hand to spread open my lips and my other hand to stroke my clit as softly as I can. Makes the muscles in my stomach jerk and twitch.
Hands spreading my thighs, holding them open while a mouth comes down on my pussy. Lips smearing wetness around and onto the insides of my thighs. Fingers pulling my labia wide open. A tongue pushing into my vagina, touching me inside. And then moving up to my clit. Fingers pushed inside, moving fast and hard. Licking and sucking on my clit until it is too much. Until the feeling of the fingers in my vagina and the mouth on my clit make me come apart.
My own fingers inside me are rougher than I normally like. When I come, my back arches off the bed and I let out one last moan.
I roll over on the damp sheets, thankful Lindsay and the kids are coming home tomorrow, and finally sleep.