Would it be bad to touch myself in his bed?
His scent turned me on so much my pussy was literally throbbing, wetness pooling between my legs. Considering I had no panties on under his sweatpants, I could only imagine my wetness leaving its mark, a heady desire, strong and potent.
I slipped one hand under the waistband and down to my pussy, pushing one finger through my wet, slick seam.
“Fuck,” I moaned to myself as I felt how wet I was, all from the thought and smell of him. He turned me on like no other had before and I wanted more, more, more.
Touching my breasts with one hand, I squeezed my nipples, as I rubbed my clit, sliding my fingers down my wet seam and inside my pussy. I would’ve killed for my vibrator, but for now my fingers would have to be enough. One finger inside, then two, then three, pumping hard as I moved my other hand to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bean.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I lost myself in the moment, only me, an image of him, and his scent, pushing me higher and higher, my orgasm building slowly.
Continuing the movements, I didn’t stop as I panted and whispered his name into the dark room, bringing myself to near orgasm, once, twice, and then finally falling apart, my orgasm ripping through me as my entire body shook. I couldn’t catch my breath as I started at the ceiling, my entire body tingling and shivering, pleasure reaching every last part of me.
I continued touching myself, drawing more orgasms out, my clit super sensitive. I couldn’t stop. It felt so damn good.
Finally, spent and exhausted, after several orgasms, I curled into a ball and closed my eyes. But sleep didn’t come.
All I could do was stare at the ceiling.
The wind and rain howled.
The hours slowly slipped by.
I finally fell asleep shortly after dawn broke, but it didn’t last long, waking up in a sweaty fit, realizing I was horny all over again.
Once more, I touched myself and got off to the thoughts and smells of Ayden, afraid I’d never feel this way again. Not after today, not after I went home and never saw the guy again.
A knock sounded on the door.
I froze, almost near orgasm, and quickly sat up in bed.Shit!
A quick glance at my phone told me it was after seven, meaning I fell back asleep for a couple of hours, but God damn, I was hornier now than when I went to sleep.
Pushing my hair out of my face and smoothing the sheets down, I called, “Come in!”
Ayden opened the door and popped his head around. “Hey, good morning. Did I wake you?”
I laughed. “A little too late for that question, hmm?”
“Sorry. Just wanted to give you a heads up that the storm is over. I’ll make some breakfast and coffee and we can head out to find your car.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I ruffled the blankets once more, afraid at what I might look like. Disheveled and insanely needy. Because that’s how I felt- so needy for him.
It was killing me.
“You’re welcome. See you downstairs.”
“See you.” I waved and he closed the door. I fell back against the pillows with a sigh, a very oh my God what the hell did I do sigh. I should’ve never touched myself in his bed. Ugh.
I’d be mortified if he found out.
But how could I resist?
Every time I laid eyes on the man just confirmed what I knew all along.
I wanted him. Badly.
CHAPTER FOUR
