Page 16 of 7 Nights of Sin

The warmth of pleasure spread through me, and I let out a shuddery little breath and then did it again, harder this time.

Already I could feel the tingling begin between my legs, and it had been a while since I'd taken care of myself like this. Work had been busy, and I hadn't been much in the mood when I had free time.

But my body was responding the way it usually did, heating up and relaxing, the wetness between my legs growing as I took the other nipple between the fingers of my other hand and gave it the same treatment, twisting and pinching at it, tugging at them both until my breath caught.

I pinched harder, wincing at the slight pain, but then moaning softly at the wash of warmth that followed.

One hand stayed at my chest while the other continued downward, glancing over my stomach and then down further to the neatly trimmed patch of hair between my legs.

I was already so slick and hot there, and I had barely touched my fingers to my folds before I was spreading my legs for myself, eager for more.

It was easy to close my eyes and imagine I had a partner for this, however long it had been since that was the case. I knew how I liked to be touched, so I could just plug anyone into the position of doing the touching.

I imagined rough fingers. Someone who did more physical things than I did and had a cause to have hands that showed it. There was something appealing about that.

I circled my clit with my index finger and imagined the man kneeling between my legs, eyes intent as he touched me, murmuring in warm tones that I was so wet already and he'd barely even started.

And he wasn't wrong, my imaginary sex partner. I was already soaked, and I knew the dildo would slide in easily enough once I was ready for it.

Since it was getting even later, I didn't draw it out. I slipped two fingers into my hot, wet hole and gasped, shuddering at the pleasure of having something inside me.

I imagined they were those same rough fingers as I pumped the digits into myself, listening to the wet, sloppy sounds of it.

It felt so good, and I arched my back, still pinching and tugging at my nipple.

It wouldn't be hard to come like that, but that wasn't what I wanted. It wouldn't be enough.

Without opening my eyes, I fumbled for the dildo and brought it under the covers with me. I rubbed it against my slick entrance, spreading the sticky wetness around, coating it in my own lubrication.

It was a big toy. Not obscenely large or anything, but it mimicked the girth and length of an above average sized cock. I liked it like that. If I was going to be full, I wanted to be full. I wanted to be able to feel the stretch, to know I was stuffed completely, impaled on that cock with nothing to do but take it.

I was wet enough that it wasn't hard to press the first couple of inches into myself, biting down on my bottom lip to keep the noises from spilling out, but it felt so fucking good.

My lips parted, and I was breathing hard by the time I had worked the whole thing in, and I took a little break, letting my body adjust to it.

My hips rolled in little circles, trying to get more friction, more depth, more anything, because it wasn't enough. Not yet.

"Please," I gasped out, even though there was no one there to beg, and I spread my legs even wider, feet going flat on the bed, so I could bend my knees and have a better angle.

My imaginary partner would have laughed and teased me about being over eager. "Never knew you were such a slut," the warm voice would murmur, and all at once I realized whose voice I was imagining.

It was Kevin. We'd had some very good sex when the two of us were together. He'd always known how to push my buttons in the best possible way, to get me from being tense and worked up to screaming for him in pleasure over the course of an afternoon. Or night. Or morning.

His cock was about the size of the dildo currently buried inside of me, maybe a bit bigger, even, and I wanted to be disgusted with myself for thinking of him, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything other than horny.

So I went with it. I'd come that far already, after all. I grabbed the vibrating wand and pressed the bulb end to my clit, flicking it onto the lowest setting and letting out a shuddering breath as it flared to life, sending jolting arcs of pleasure up through me.

My walls clenched around the dildo, and I used my free hand to grab the base of it and start working it slowly out of me, dragging against the sensitive flesh of my pussy, setting a slow pace as I fucked myself with it.

I kept my eyes closed, and when I imagined a partner again, it was still Kevin. I pictured him above me, braced on his hands, the muscles in his arms very apparent as he held himself up, working his slender hips to drive his cock into me.

And then the slow pace wasn't enough anymore. I started pumping that dildo in faster and harder, making sure I felt each thrust, the way I knew Kevin would. Nothing had brought him more pleasure than watching me fall apart as he fucked into me with wild abandon, making me lose myself for him.

Even under my own hands, it felt good to have something thick and hard pounding into me, especially while the vibrator hummed against my clit, taking the pleasure higher and sending those shocks through me again and again.

I was panting softly, my breath coming out in short, staccato puffs, and every other sound was a little pleading whine as my body burned hotter and hotter.

I choked out a moan and practically slammed the dildo inside of me, gasping out a sound that might have been a name, might have just been an exhalation of pleasure. I wasn't going to poke at it too deeply either way.

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