Passionate Betrayal (3)

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing. 

My fingers moved faster, rubbed harder. I was on a mission; I needed to cum; I desperately wanted to cum, to climax, but I felt this was not enough for me; my fingers were not enough. I desperately wanted him, needed him to fuck me, fill me slow and deep, fast and hard. I needed his massive, thick cock to stretch me, to take me over the edge, to make me a moaning mess. 

My clit was so swollen, my pussy a bright pink dripping mess. My fingers were covered in my juice, slipping off my clit. I kept going, applying pressure on my clit; I needed to cum.

The thought of my favorite toy had me sitting up on the bed. I went to retrieve it from the drawer where I left it. It was a six-inch dildo that had a vibrating prong for my clit. I took it back to the bed. Lying down on the bed with my legs spread, I parted my lips with my fingers and placed the tip of the dildo at my entrance, gently pushing it in. I rotate the dildo so that the prong rested against my clit. 

The sight of my pink dripping pussy on the ceiling mirror have me trembling. The dildo was at my entrance, the prong on my clit ready to do it work.

I turned it on, gasping as the vibration hit on my clit. The feeling was indescribable; my body began to tremble from the blissful feeling coursing through my body, my breath short and raspy.

I wrapped my fingers around the dildo, pressing it deeper into my pussy. Fuck. I was so wet, fucking dripping wet, that it was sliding smoothly in and out of my pussy. The sensation was intense and mind-blowing; I was a moaning mess. The buzzing of the toy ran all the way along my core, the sound filling the room. It was driving me nuts.

I tried not tomove too much, but it was impossible; all I wanted to do was to cum, to explode into a brain-shattering orgasm. The dildo moved in and out of my pussy in a steady rhythm, the prongs hitting me in the right spot, my clit, hard and tight.

Oh fuck. 

I was nearing the edge, but I wanted to deny my orgasm a couple of times before I erupted. I wanted it to be huge; I wanted it to be mind-blowing. My body spasms, shivering at the thought. I pictured the prongs as Benjamin's incredible tongue, flicking and soaking my throbbing clit. I imagined him feasting on my pussy with abandon, his long, magical tongue inside me. I pictured him working his mouth greedily, sloppily, and hungrily on my pussy, pulling on my lips with his teeth, burying his tongue as my juice flowed freely unto his waiting tongue, into his waiting mouth. 

I turned up the level on the vibrator, increasing the speed and intensity, my moan getting louder and out of control. 

I was going crazy, my legs thrashing and wriggling, my knees buckling. The vibration hitting the right spot heavily. Shit, it was heavenly. Pressure building up, I felt my body tensing and on the brink of my orgasm, ready to explode. I let out a silent scream as one orgasm after another swept through my body. 

My back arched as the orgasm strong, and violent, crashed through me. It had my body convulsing, my thighs slamming together, my toes curling. 

My vaginal walls were contracting violently, almost pushing the dildo out of my pussy, but I held it in place, not wanting the feeling to stop.

Sweat slide down my body, between my breasts, matching the flow of my juices between my thighs. 

Switching off the vibration, I gently pulled the dildo out of my pussy and placed it on the bedside table. 

Slipping two fingers inside my pussy, I let out a moan. My clit was bright pink and swollen, far too sensitive.

My heart was pounding, my chest raising and falling as I struggled to get my breath under control. 

Sitting up on the bed, I noticed the wet stain of my arousal on my bed sheets. The vibrator on the bedside table was still slick and glossy with my juice.

I heard a knock on the front door. That should be Michael. I didn't answer because I knew he had his keys and I was naked and way too exhausted to stand. 

Why can't Michael just let himself in?

The knocking continued, quickly driving me into annoyance, so I slid out of the bed. I knew that Michael should be home any moment from now, and he had his keys, so he wouldn't be the person banging on the front door like that. 

If it isn't Michael, then who could it be?

Grabbing a bathrobe from the closet, I quickly put it on and walked out of the room. 

Getting to the living room, I walked to the front door. I decided to use the peephole to see who was at the door. 

The person I saw at the other side of the door had me gasping for air. What the hell.

Fuck no.