Page 13 of A Man in Uniform

Don't I deserve to be seen? To be heard? To be acknowledged?

Don't my feelings count at all?

If he isn't going to be honest with me, and answer my question, if he can't even give me the courtesy of that, I want nothing to do with him.

Liar.

I'm lying to myself if I think I can just erase this man from my head now. I haven't been able to get him out of my mind since the day he left, this is no different.

Scratching my scalp, the curls in my hair crunch from the gel I put in last night.

I need a shower.

Turning on the water, I let it run over my wrist until the temperature feels right. Steam billows out the top of the shower, and starts to fog up the mirror. I strip my clothes off, and climb inside.

The water is hot, spilling down my head and over my shoulders. I close my eyes and put my face directly in the water.

Wyatt's face shows up behind my lids. His smile, the double dimples he gets when he grins big, the way his eyes sparkle like the ocean if the sun hits them just right. His firm chest, with stepping stone abs and solid arms.

Damn, he looks so good.

My body aches to feel him around me. I remember the way his lips would feather kisses across my neck, and his tongue would circle my nipples one at a time, until finally sucking my tit into his mouth.

We were young back then. Young and in love. Wyatt's my first everything. My first boyfriend. The first person I had sex with. The first and only person I ever loved.

And he's still the only one I ever think about. He's pleasured me throughout the years without even knowing it. Lonely nights turned into dirty thoughts of Wyatt and a vibrator.

He's still so fucking sexy, and his voice, fuck that voice is deeper, more powerful, and it stirs something deep inside my belly.

The water slips over my pussy, and I follow it with my finger. My clit is tender, and the second I touch it with the pad of my finger my legs clench around my hand.

My memories are old, the ones I've been using to get off don't compare to the man I saw in my kitchen. I want this man to take me now, to overpower me, to have me anyway he wants.

Flicking my clit, I rub my pussy in firm circles, massaging with precision. I slip a finger in my entrance as I picture Wyatt tearing his cock out, and bending me over my kitchen counter.

Sinking my finger up to the knuckle, I use my palm, and press it against my swelling nub. One finger quickly turns into two as my mind runs wild. His hands on my tits, pinching my nipples, his tongue running down my stomach until he finds my hot pussy, and devours it like it's a fucking meal.

My pussy bears down around my fingers, the walls tighten, milking my hand like it's his cock. I don't want to have this much desire for the man I hate, but I can't control it.

When I think about him my body lights up. My belly gets warm, and that feeling radiates through my skin, making me hot all over.

The movie in my head keeps playing, and Wyatt tangles his hand in my hair, tearing my head back as he slams his cock inside me. I can feel the orgasm as it swells in my lower belly, and my clit pulses hard.

My fingers move at the same pace as his cock in my head. Faster and faster, I work my body until I finally break. My knees buckle slightly as I throw my hand against the wall and electric sparks hit my veins.

Pulling my fingers free, I stay still, just letting the water wash everything away. My mind goes blank, and I give myself permission to just enjoy this feeling coursing through my body.

I'll figure out the rest later.

Today I'm just going to pretend like everything is normal.

I can't handle much more than that.

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