Chapter 10 - Willow
By the time I let myself into my apartment, I’m exhausted.
It’s been one hell of a night. After locking the door behind me, I quickly text Alice to let her know I made it home safely and asked her to do the same whenever she’s done fucking the pirate.
I giggle, imagining her reading the message and blushing because she’ll know I saw her.
I pull off my costume and climb into the shower.
As I soap up my body, I’m extra sensitive everywhere—even my breasts feel bigger.
Normally I don’t pay attention to my body in the shower, but tonight I explore my curves as if it’s the first time I’ve ever touched myself for pleasure.
My body feels more alive and every nerve ending is sensitive.
I run my fingers between my legs, and they come away glistening with slick, clear fluid.
My skin is hot, and I imagine it’s Mike’s hands caressing me everywhere as the warm water cascades over me.
I slip one finger inside my pussy and gasp.
Even my finger pressing into me feels different after having his enormous cock in me.
When I recall how gentle Mike was, tears threaten to spill from my eyes.
As fabulous as the sex was, his aftercare meant more.
It made me feel like a person rather than just a freeuse slut.
I didn’t know that was exactly what I needed for my first time until tonight.
He even made sure I drank water, and he cared about how I felt afterward.
Is this how older men are, or is he just a good guy?
When I settle into bed, I’m still turned on. I pick up my phone, hoping to see a message from him, but I know I’m being silly. Hell, he’s probably still at the party fucking other women. I turn my phone on silent and set it facedown on my nightstand to avoid the temptation of looking at it.
I’m still hot and bothered from my shower, and when I turn the lights off, I slide my hand between my legs. My fingers trace my sensitive skin and when I brush against my clit, I moan and imagine Mike is with me.
The memory of being held down, his fingers on my clit as he thrust into me, has my pulse racing.
My body responds and I raise my hips to meet my fingers as I add in a second hand to finger fuck myself while stroking my clit.
The thought of how much I loved being under his control, submitting to him, makes me moan and my body shudders as I push myself toward the edge.
I imagine him whispering dirty words into my ear and telling me to be a good girl and come for him. My toes curl as I slam my fingers inside me and when my orgasm hits, I cry out and arch my back as waves of pleasure ripple through me.
Holy fuck. I just made myself come.
I collapse onto my pillow, breathing heavily as my thoughts drift. My body feels lighter and I close my eyes, so relaxed now that I can tell I’m going to fall asleep easily.
Yep. Best birthday ever.