Page 24 of Doctored Vows

Zoya’s gift catches my attention when I roll onto my side to rest on the cool half of my pillow. It isn’t close to heatwave temperature here, but it is far nicer than the weather we’ve been experiencing in Myasnikov.

Zoya wasn’t lying when she said that night ten years ago was the last time I slept solid. I haven’t had over six hours in a decade.

Although I’m skeptical about her theory, with how weighed down my limbs have been since Maksim left the washroom, I test it by sliding my hand beneath the panties and silky pajama shorts combination I’m wearing under a loose T-shirt.

Shockingly, my clit is still firm and buzzing with excitement.

I swallow the thick knot of anxiety lodged in my throat before brushing my fingertip over the nervy bud. Excitement bubbles through me when the briefest touch elicits a ton of friction. It reminds me of the waves that rolled through my stomach when Maksim touched me for the first time, and how euphoric it felt when he slipped his finger inside me.

Within seconds, my fingertips dampen, and a faint lust-inspiring scent streams through my nostrils.

Pleasure skitters through me when I roll the tips of my index and middle fingers over my clit. I stimulate it until there’s no doubt of my aroused state, and my limbs sink deeper into the mattress.

My shoulder blades almost join when I switch my fingers for my thumb. I swivel my clit like Maksim did while fucking me with his fingers before lowering my fingertips to the wet crevice between my legs.

“Please,” I plead when a sensation I’ve never experienced when attempting to self-pleasure commences forming. It isn’t as blistering as it was when Maksim brought me to the brink of climax, but its intensity can’t be denied.

I’ve tried to get myself off many times in the past decade. This is the closest I’ve come to experiencing anything near enjoyable.

I groan when tingles race across my pussy before I lift my hips, seeking firmer contact. I pretend that the thumb toying with my clit doesn’t belong to me. That it is a part of someone far more appealing—someone far more dangerous.

“Yes…”

The knuckles on my hand not driving me to the brink turn white as my grip on the bedding firms.

I’m so close to the edge that I may break a record. It usually takes a lot to make me come, but I’ve not even been stimulating myself for two minutes, and I’m on the verge of combusting.

I don’t deserve all the accolades. I’m not even sure I should receive a mention. Nothing happening to my body right now is because of anything I’m doing.

Maksim deserves all the praise.

I remember his words and how good it felt to have his hands on me.

I think back to how he growled when he felt how wet I was for him.

Fuck, Doc. You’re saturated.

As similar stars form now as they did then, I finger fuck myself faster. I plunge them in and out of my pussy over and over again while I use the heel of my hand to incite my clit.

Waves of pleasure roll through me, making me pant and my thighs shake, but I don’t fully surrender to the bliss I’m seeking.

“Please.”

When I curl the tips of my fingers like Maksim did, I almost vault off the bed.

There’s the extra pressure I need—the fuel I’m seeking to get this fire fully lit.

“Oh…”

I whimper desperately when the fingers inside my pussy and my thumb on the outside massage my clit simultaneously. The friction is addictive, but it isn’t the sole cause of the sheets growing sticky. It is recalling that Maksim replaced the shirt I stole but didn’t remove my scent from his skin.

He still smelled like me, and the memory has my knees pulling together and stars blistering behind my tightly snapped-shut eyes.

As my thighs tremble, I picture him using the feminine scent I left on his hand to stimulate himself. Is he stroking his cock with the same hand? Moaning my name as I am his? Is my face once again the sole motivator of his release?

You wouldn’t think I knew the word “rejection” with how tightly coiled my body is. It felt how mouthwateringly thick and long his cock was when he pushed me up against the vanity of the washroom and then when he pulled it out and the lighting above caught the glistening droplet on the end.

“Ohhh…”

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