Page 31 of Sex Coach

You're so wet, he'd told me .

Just thinking about him had a habit of doing this to me .

I'd spent more time this past week masturbating or thinking about it than I normally did all year. Sex was something I thought about a lot, but it hadn't ever been a need...until now. A part of me was almost sorry, because once this...thing between us was done, I'd go back to solving my own needs .

"So don't think about it. Think about him," I said to the ceiling .

On his knees, between my thighs, pressing his mouth to me .

He'd lick me, his hands palming my ass .

He'd like the fact that I had an ass. I was a size twelve, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get any smaller, but he said he'd loved how ripe I looked, said he loved my butt and my breasts .

I love your tits,the dream Jake said, and in my mind, he was cupping them, plumping them together before he sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth, going back and forth until he had them both erect and hard, throbbing .

In reality, that's how they were, erect and hard, throbbing .

I licked my fingers and pinched them so they'd be wet, almost as if his mouth had been there .

Do that again, sugar. I want to see you touch yourself. Dream Jake liked it when I did that, and I wondered if the real Jake would. I bet the answer was yes .

I sobbed as the ache low in my belly spread and slid one hand down until it was back between my thighs. Seeking out my clitoris, I circled my finger around it, and...groaned .

This wasn't going to work, not like it did when Jake touched me .

Then, to my surprise, the hard knot of my clit all but vibrated when I touched it, aching and throbbing. Each light pass of my fingers felt like I was rubbing it with liquid lightning, it had become so acutely sensitive .

Keep it up, sugar. Show me what you like, so I can give it to you.

Dream Jake was so unbelievably hot .

I pushed a finger into my pussy and gasped. A rush of heat met me, and I bit my lip, almost afraid to go on, but my body wasn't so nervous. My hips rocked up and back, riding my hand and seeking out the climax that was getting ever closer .

Faster. Faster .

Faster...

I came with a cry, but it wasn't enough. Boneless, I slid from the chair and lay on the floor, my robe open, my hips rocking up to meet my touch as I pumped two fingers in and out of my cunt. Faster. Faster. Faster .

You're so hot, Michelle...keep it up, let me see ...

I came again, and for a second, black dots blurred in on my vision, and I panted for air .

Closing my eyes, I waited for the ringing in my ears to fade .

It took a few more seconds to realize it was my phone ringing. And I'd knocked it off my desk when I slid to the floor .

I yelped, almost as if whoever was on the phone could see right through the line, and without thinking, I answered. Breathless voice and all .

"Hello?"

"Michelle."

"Oh..." Blood rushed to heat my cheeks, and I wondered if they'd ever go back to their normal shade. "Umm. Hi, Jake ."

"You sound a little out of breath. Were you working out? Should I call back ?"

Say yes. Easy way out .

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