Page 105 of From Best Friend to Bride
What would have happened if he’d gone further?
What if he wasn’t so adamant about us not having a physical relationship and decided to cross that line?
Would he have kissed me?Howwould he have kissed me? Would it have been hard and hot or slow and greedy? Would he have teased his tongue across my lips until it met mine?
What about his hands? Would they have kept mine pinned down? Would he have slipped his other one under my topto touch my breasts? Would he have rubbed or pinched my nipples?
How long would it take him to move down? Would he kiss his way down my body or simply touch it?
What about between my legs? Would it be his hand or his mouth? Would he slip his fingers inside me while his mouth worked outside, or would it be his tongue reaching into me while his fingers toyed with my clit?
The thought made me squeeze my legs together. The unsatisfied ache from this morning was back, and I could no longer suppress the urge to do away with it. I adjusted my legs and slid my hand between my thighs, stroking myself over my pyjama shorts. It was just enough to take the edge off, but it wasn’t quite everything I needed.
Not when I kept thinking about Fred’s head sliding between my thighs. About his tongue stretching inside me, about his fingers caressing the most sensitive parts of me.
I reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the magical purple contraption I’d pilfered from the sex bucket earlier today. It was fully charged, and I stared at it for a moment.
Could I really do this?
Could I masturbate to the thought of Fred getting me off?
Yeah. I had no shame, but I did have needs. Right now, it was his very existence that was making those needs relevant, so fuck it.
I needed an orgasm more than I needed my dignity.
I shimmied my shorts and underwear down my legs and kicked them to the side. The toy was cold, so I rubbed it between my hands to warm it up a little, then lay back and opened my legs. I adjusted the angle of the toy and reached down to touchmyself. I was wet enough thanks to my lively imagination, and I slowly pushed the vibrating end of the toy inside me.
My pussy clenched around it, and I hadn’t even turned it on yet. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I let my eyes flutter shut as I pressed the ‘on’ button.
I bit the inside of my cheek as a tiny wave of pleasure floated into my consciousness. My earlier thoughts of Fred came back to my mind as if they’d just been waiting on the peripheral until I was ready, and I let my imagination take over as I gently moved the toy inside me.
I imagined it was Fred’s fingers instead, throbbing and pulsing into me. Each buck of my hips was his fingers curling to hit the good spot, and my left hand toying with my breast was actually his much larger, slightly rougher one.
The gentle vibration of the toy inside me sent ripples of happiness through my body. My blood pulsed with heat, and I arched my back, pushing it deeper inside me as a quiet moan escaped my lips.
It was almost too much.
I readjusted the toy, positioning the sucker bit over my clit. With it in place, I fumbled with the buttons until it came on and cycled through the settings. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head at the power of one of them, and I quickly changed it to something a bit more manageable.
I didn’t fancy my soul leaving my body tonight.
The direct sensation of vibrating and sucking on my clit pushed me towards the edge almost immediately. My legs came together, and my mind focused on one thing.
What it would feel like if it was Fred’s fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit.
The thought of his handsome face between my legs with his big hands holding my thighs open was my tipping point, and I turned my head into his pillow. That cedarwood shampoo scent wrapped around me, and the familiarity of it sent me over the edge.
I cried out into the pillow. My whole body convulsed as my clit was almost aggressively sucked into the machine, and I’d barely taken the orgasm when another smaller, just as intense one, rolled through me.
Fuck me, this machine was going to make me pass out.
I fumbled with the buttons before another one could assault me and tossed it on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.
Shit.
That was all I could think.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
