Page 37 of A Dark Melody

I wonder what his package is like. I laugh to myself at the thought.

I bet it is a decent size and more than that. I’m sure he knows how to use it. He would probably be the best fuck I ever had.

I’m curious about how it would feel to have him go down on me. I’ve never experienced oral before. I wonder what it would feel like. He has amazing lips and knows how to use them if just a kiss could get me so riled up. I wonder how they would feel down lower.

Maybe wrapped around my nipples, or even lower.

I let my hand sip between my legs and slip under my panties.

I start to slowly rub my clit, doing small slow circles. I pick up speed as my mind starts thinking about how it would feel if Wes were touching me instead with his big, firm hands. I imagine him stroking me, instead.

I’m getting close. I feel my release building and building when my phone buzzes, startling me.

I groan and grab it, ready to throw it across the bus, but I see it’s a text from Wes and check it.

“You awake?” It reads.

“Yes.”

“What are you up to?

I debate telling him the truth, but I think it’s probably best not to. However, I’m curious to know his reaction.

“Stuff.” I say instead.

“Stuff?”

“Yes. Stuff. You?”

“Stuff. Lol.”

“I’m sure our stuff is much different.”

“I’m sure it is. I’m just watching Ben and Dennis play smash bros.”

“I was touching myself.” I send and feel my face flush. I shouldn’t have told him that. I don’t know what came over me. But I just want him.

“Oh, that sounds much more fun.”

“It was getting there.”

“Well, don’t stop on my account.” He says, followed by. “I’m sorry I interrupted.”

“It’s fine. I’d rather talk to you.”

“Oh darling, that’s just sad. Go finger yourself. I’ll be here when you’re done.” He adds a winky face.

I set my phone down and slide my hand back down my panties. I start rubbing my clit again. Knowing he knows what I’m doing turns me on even more.

I slide a finger inside my cunt as I rub my clit, so I’m fingering myself like he said. Thrusting my hips to meet my hand, grinding myself against my fingers, all while wishing he was here with me. Touching me. Stroking me. Maybe, even going down on me. Fucking me. With his fingers gripping my hips, lips against mine.

I feel the pressure building up and bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud as it bursts and my orgasm hits.

I lay there panting, wishing for Wes’s strong arms to be wrapped around me again.

I wait a few minutes, just enjoying the bliss because it’s been such a long time since I’ve gotten off before I grab my phone and text him.

“Hello. Still up?”

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