Page 32 of The Crush Next Door

Now stroking myself, Devon's eyes widening, I tried to remember where I was in my ridiculous fantasy.

"Right. So then this couple started going at it, hands all over each other, kissing like crazy." Again, I stifled a giggle at my stupid story.

"Uh-huh."

"I felt bad looking, but I really wanted to know what was going to happen next, whether they were going to actually do the deed in a dressing room. I hesitated a second, wondering if I should keep watching."

"So did—did you?" he said between his heavy breaths.

"Oh, yes, I did. And I couldn't stop touching myself either. Just like this." With both hands, I caressed my breasts, massaging them, cupping them, pinching my nipples.

"Oh, my fucking God," Devon groaned, and I knew he was close with that look of pure agony-slash-ecstasy on his face.

"But I wanted more. It wasn't enough. I was so damn hot. And I needed that release so badly."

Devon was beyond speech at this point, so I continued, touching myself even harder, faster, amazed at how turned on I was.

"And I watched as the guy bent the woman over, entering her from behind. And I shoved my hands down my panties."

He was so damn close, but I could tell he was holding out as long as he could, prolonging the sweet pleasure.

"I was so wet," I said. "My panties soaked."

Devon made a noise like he was being tortured.

"Rubbing my breasts against the mirror, I touched myself over and over, just like this." I spread my legs wider, making sure the camera caught every movement as I showed him exactly what happened. Or what I was pretending happened.

I had trouble remembering my train of thought, on the verge of release myself. My fingers stroking faster and faster, I let out a loud moan.

"Then what?" Devon managed to ask, making me realize I needed to bring this story home.

"I imagined us fucking the same way, me bending over, holding my ankles while you thrust deep inside me."

A loud groan sounded from my phone.

"And then..." Oh, God, I was so damn close. "I kept rubbing myself, faster and faster, my other hand squeezing my nipple and..."

My body started to quiver, my breaths coming out in short bursts.

"I—I came so fucking hard."

And art imitated life. I mean, life imitated art. Or whatever the hell that phrase was. Because we both came at the same damn time, both of us loud, the waves crashing through me as I watched Devon climax.

The only sound for a long moment was our heavy breathing while we both came down from our simultaneous high.

God, that felt so damn good. The exact release I needed. He must have needed it as well to have suggested it in the first place.

After smiling at each other, I watched as Devon wiped his chest and stomach with his boxers, my breathing and heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

"That was amazing," Devon said.

"It was," I agreed. "Next time, you get to be the storyteller."

Devon's laugh swept through me, making me feel so loved. This whole night had been so incredible, and this was why I adored my fiancé and couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't want to do that ever before," Devon said, his voice raspy. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"I don't know, babe. I don't know."

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