Chapter Forty-One
Melonie
L inc left to meet the guys about ten minutes ago. I love having the apartment to myself. Not like I dance around naked or anything, but I might hold a Taylor Swift concert every once in a while.
I empty the bottle of juice into my glass and head to my room. I walk into my bathroom and turn the water on in the tub, adding a bath bomb. After I undress, I look at myself in the mirror.
My body has changed a lot over the past couple of months. I’ve had to buy new bras because my breasts grew two cup sizes, almost looking cartoonish. I rub the tiny bump below my navel that has me searching all of Boston for dress pants with a stretch-waist. It’s frustrating right now because I feel like I’m at that stage where I’m gaining more weight, but don’t exactly look pregnant yet. I just keep wishing for my bump to get bigger.
I run my hands over my breasts, and the thought comes to mind that, with Linc out of the house, I have the freedom to have an orgasm and be as loud as I want. I decide to take advantage of the opportunity while I can.
I turn off the water for the time being and turn on an audiobook. Going to my favorite spicy chapter, I let my hand wander south, and I lean against the vanity as I gently glide my fingers over my pussy. I dip my middle finger inside and circle my clit with my arousal. My head falls forward as I keep my hand moving. I close my eyes and let my imagination take over.
My mind returns to the last night I spent with Linc. That night has been my orgasm inspiration for a few months now. His words, his mouth on me, the way he consumed me. It felt like he couldn’t get enough of me. He claimed my body in the very best way. I think about his cock deep inside me, his thrusts, the wild look in his eyes, and I give myself two fingers. I’m already so wet, my fingers are coated. I spread my feet on the bathmat for better access as I hit that spot inside, causing me to gasp.
I think about Linc’s fingers inside me, and I hit my g-spot just right. “Linc, right there!”
Suddenly, I hear a rough knock on my bathroom door and a voice from the other side. “Are you okay, Mel? I’m coming in.”
Before I can get out that I’m okay, Linc opens the door and is standing in the doorway, eyes wide and focused on where my fingers are deep inside me, chest heaving. I yelp, remove my hand, and fumble with my phone to pause my dirty book, but it shoots out of my grip and falls just inches from Linc’s feet.
Fuck my life.