Page 22 of Unrivaled Love
Mentally, I focus on the sensation of my own hands as they trail up and down my thighs as I tease myself. I don’t hold out long. My clit is throbbing. I surrender to my need and press hard with my middle finger. I just hold it there until the pressure causes my hips to jerk and only then do I create the friction I know will finish me.
My left hand presses tight circles, rubbing my clit around, and then my right hand becomes someone else's. Like somehow doing so will prevent me from reliving the memory that won’t fade.
He's laying at my side, not touching me anywhere else. My fist is wrapped so tightly around his shirt I'm afraid I'll tear it. His mouth is so close to my ear his breath feels warm on my skin and then chills cascade down my body. "Holy shit, Jo." He whispers and I feel my insides clench. His fingers are flying over me and my breath gets caught in my throat. My friends have told me they've been fingered by their boyfriends but none of them told me it would feel like this. I feel his exhale on the side of my neck and when I turn to face him my chest aches. He's mine and by the look in his eyes I can tell I'm his.
My momentum fades slightly as the memory of my best finger fucking gets emotional. Determined to finish, I roll my shoulders back and refocus on the memory of his strong hands, the bicep that fired as he manipulated my body, and the words he used.
"C'mon Josie, that's it. Fuck, you're so hot."
Fucking right I am.
I'm hot.
I'm talented.
I’m strong.
I'm one of the best forwards in women's soccer right now.
Maybe ever.
I’m a fucking force to be reckoned with.
“Yes.” I huff out loud.
The praise works.
Sensations roll through my bloodstream and then every muscle in my body flexes. My hips jerk and I press harder, knowing I need a full strengthorgasm tonight. My chest tightens and waves of ice and heat cascade down my body.
The sensations fade but I keep my fingers in place. I want to wring every possible moment out of this.
“Oh fuck.” I call as an aftershock hits and my body pinches with the delicious, almost pain. “Yes.”
Slowly my body relaxes. My arms go limp as I withdraw my fingers from my core. I take a full, deep breath. I splash some water across my face and let the evening air cool the droplets.
I blink and look up to the sky. There are a million stars visible in the clearing through the trees. I let myself get lost in them until my face starts to feel warm again and I check my fingertips.
Completely raisined.
Time to go in.
I roll over to climb out and only then realize I forgot to grab a towel.
It'll be cold to walk back inside without drying off but I can wipe up any water I leave behind. This is my time to relax and feel free. And after an intense orgasm and a fantastic soak, I stand tall and proud, naked as the day I was born, and head inside.
Chapter 7
Bryson
Bear? Barbara? Boobs?
Imakeitbackto the house in the dark using the path on the other side of the house. I grab the key from the fake rock and replace it after unlocking the door. That protein bar didn’t do much for me. I'm starving.
I guess crying makes you hungry.
I didn’t know I needed such a lengthy weep sesh but my subconscious did and I’m grateful for the privacy of Mother Nature to let my emotions out. I’ve only been out here for a few hours but I can already tell, coming to the house was exactly the right thing to do.
And, there’s another benefit of being here alone. I can let my farts fly in the wind.
