To Come

She lay quietly in bed. It was five minutes to two in the morning.
A motor of a truck rattled into the darkness as shadows glided over
her blanketed legs. She shifted restlessly, propping herself up slightly
above the pillows. The shadows and light flickered and dimmed as the truck
sped away. In the darkness, she strained her ears to hear more sounds.
But there was none left. Everyone in the house was asleep.

Mia continued her aural surveillance for a minute or two, just to make
sure that everyone was dead asleep. Satisfied that everyone was indeed
deep into their dreams, she slid her right hand down her body, past her
aching breasts and into the crevice between her legs. She needed release
and she needed it fast, lest anyone woke up and caught her.

She stroked the bundle of flesh above her slit. It felt tender, yet
dry at the same time. She dipped the same finger into her smooth hairless slit.
She had shaved for him because she knew he liked it better like that. Inside,
it was extremely warm and moist. Like her lover\'s mouth when they kissed.
Except warmer, and tighter. Her wetness trickled out as her finger pushed
further in slowly. Mia stiffled a moan. The muscles below gripped at her
finger so very tightly. She pushed finger hand even further in, revelling
in the contractions of her throbbing passage. And then she glided out.
Pumped in. Pulled out. Again and again. Increasing her tempo until the
familiar tension welled up in her stomach.

She needed to come. She needed to. She imagined again it was Lionel,
with his big fingers satisfying her over and over again. That she was no
longer on her bed, but tied down to his. That her limbs were no longer alone,
but with his arms pinning her legs spread-eagle and his tongue lapping, burried,
thrusting inside her as she writhed, half-heartedly begging for him to stop.

Raising her spread out legs above her to give herself better access to the
spot that amplified the tingle with every frenzied stroke, she thought it
would be utterly mortifying to be caught in such a compromising position. But
she knew he wouldn\'t mind. He would take up the invitation, the challenge to
satiate her need.

She thrusted two fingers inside her now, completely filling her tight virgin
womanhood. She pumped in and out, knowing that the convulsions of her
muscles signalled the grand culmination of a deep dreamless sleep. The tension
swelled up again and pushed hard against her fingers. Her other hand reached
down to rub her swollen clit. Biting back a moan, she pushed back hard and fast
against her hands like she would when he masturbated her. She knew he was a
man violent by nature. Yet when he held her, he was always gentle unless she
begged him to do it harder and faster. She smiled at his wicked devotion and the
memory of thrashing against his hands.

She couldn\'t care less if anyone walked in for now. She was gaining momentum
towards the eventual crash. The. She. Eventual. Was. Crash. Needed.

To.

Come - As she reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her body rocked back and
forth and clamped down on her hands. She attempted to stretch that feeling but
couldn\'t find the ounce of a will to continue touching herself as her orgasm
consumed her. Images of her taking his velvety hard length into her mouth
flooded her mind. She imagined that as she came, he announced his arrival
in her mouth. His hands grasped the back of her head. The memory of milking
him dry and swallowing his warm seed exploded in her head.

As her orgasm subsided, the images mellowed into the post-coital kisses he
always gave her on the forehead. She removed her hands from herself. Falling...
asleep... dreaming of things...

To...

Come...


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