and dips in-between my thighs. I’m so fucking wet.
You have to do this. It’s necessary.
I’m telling myself all these lies…
Your first day of work is tomorrow and you have to be well-rested.
That just makes me think of when I was in the shoe store with Nathan. The way he was gently touching my feet as he slid my new shoes on, trying them out.
This is the only way you’ll fall asleep.
My fingers start sliding between my soaking wet folds and up to my throbbing clit. I’ve never done this before, but the thought of Nathan sleeping in the room next door is making me crazy. I can’t not touch myself.
I’m so sticky wet. Even my thighs are coated with my desire for him.
The thought of him smelling my most intimate scent on his sheets is bringing a wicked grin to my lips as I rub my clit harder. I wonder if he would get hard. I wonder if he would touch himself too.
I picture him pulling down his pants and stroking his long hard dick and it makes my mouth water. I start rubbing myself harder and faster until the moans are coming out way too loud. He’s going to hear…
But maybe that’s what I want…
Deep moan after deep moan rips out of me as my back arches and I bite my bottom lip. I shouldn’t be making so much noise. I shouldn’t be doing this at all.
I should stop. I should at least turn around and bury my face into Nathan’s pillow to muffle my cries, but I don’t. I just let it out louder.
Something has taken over me. I’m possessed with my need for him.
And just like the deepest darkest parts of me wanted, the door creeps open and Nathan walks in.
I slam my legs closed as he stands in the doorway, watching me with a dark glare, but my hand doesn’t retreat. My fingers don’t stop moving.
“Enjoying my bed are you?” he says in a low voice that sounds like a growl.
He’s leaning on the doorframe, wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs. I drag my eyes down his hard sculpted abs to the thick long outline of his throbbing erection. It’s straining against the fabric as he watches me with dark hungry eyes.
I open my mouth and nothing but a low moan comes out.
I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not like this. So forward… So shameless…
But he’s got my body boiling and I just can’t stop.
“If you’re going to be in my bed…” he says as he pushes off the door frame and walks into the room. I can feel my pulse thundering through me as he approaches. My finger is still making tight little circles on my engorged clit, hoping he takes over soon. “You’re going to have to obey my rules.”
He stands over the bed and watches my hand moving between my clenched thighs. My knees are touching each other so he can’t see a thing except my body convulsing up and down as I tug on my loose t-shirt with my spare hand. I see the fierce intensity in his eyes as he drags them up to my breasts. My nipples are already rock hard as the rough fabric drags against them.
My own eyes are locked on the end of his erection. There’s a wet spot on his boxer briefs at the tip of his hard cock that keeps getting bigger as he watches me.
“If this ripe body is going to be in my bed,” he says in a low dominant voice. “I don’t want anything between your soft skin and my sheets. I want you naked. Take off your clothes. Now.”
My heart starts pounding as he waits for me to move. I’m wearing nothing but my wet panties and this old t-shirt.
His assertive dominant voice works on me and I start sitting up. He watches as I take a deep breath and pull off my shirt. My naked breasts tumble down—my tingling nipples harder than ever—and he takes a heavy breath.
“Now your panties. Take them off.”
Arousal is pumping through my veins as I lie back down and lift my ass off the bed. His big sexy tattooed arms are crossed over his chest as he watches me pull my panties down my sticky wet legs. A thrill like I’ve never experienced before rushes through me as the fabric peels off my wet mound.
With a held breath, I quickly pull them off and toss them