6. Anna
CHAPTER 6
Anna
I dipped my nose under the bubbling water. The hot liquid soaked off the hideousness of the day. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of Dr. Hart. How could a man that sexy exist? He had lighter hair and blue eyes, but God, he exuded danger and virility.
Flutters in my stomach intensified as the playful grin he left me with looped through my mind on repeat. He had perfectly straight, white teeth, and his full lips turned up more on one side. His pupils dilated when his eyes met mine for the briefest of moments.
My fingers itched to touch where I ached for him most. The water was cooling, and my hand found my core soaking wet. The tight channel leaked into the bathwater, making me feel like I was doing something wrong.
I flicked my clit back and forth until my thighs trembled, and my head fell back painfully against the porcelain tub. My lips parted in a silent plea, wishing it was his tongue lapping up my wetness. Wishing that it was his face I was grinding my hips against. Wishing that it was him pressing me painfully into the hardness of the tub as he filled me .
I snapped my eyes open, hastily getting out of the tepid bath. I wrapped a plush towel around myself. My own cum coated my inner thighs. I felt the flesh glide with every step to my bedroom. I couldn’t get my nightstand open fast enough. The smooth rubber of the toy fit in my hand perfectly. I dropped the towel, laid down, flicked the button to the most intense setting, and pressed it to my swollen clit.
It vibrated against me; one hand pinched my nipple, eliciting a yelp from my lips. The rose-shaped vibrator glided across my sensitive clit as the second orgasm crashed around me. I was sweating and embarrassed by the time I was satisfied.
Dr. Hart’s face trickled into my mind as I lay in bed, catching my breath. My pulse hammered against my chest like a caged animal. What would he think if he knew what I'd just done while thinking about him?
What would he think if he knew that my virgin pussy would spread for him, begging for his cock. Or would my inexperience be off-putting to him?
The dull ache in between my legs didn’t relent. I went back into the bathroom to clean myself up and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My hair was matted in a curly mess, my skin slick with sweat.
I was unruly.
I hopped back in the shower and ran it as cold as the water would get. My nipples pebbled under the downpour. My mind wandered to him again…
Maybe the semester wouldn't be as bad as I thought.