Someone I loved

Chapter Twenty-Five

Every muscle in my body tensed with anticipation. My breath caught in my chest as my fingers ventured down, under the black lace of my panties. I closed my eyes and stroked two fingers down my slit. My hips lifted. I'd been so eager for this moment, now it seemed like my skin was too sensitive to touch. I thought of what Dwyn would do. My stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies.My fingertips circled my clit, and a shaky breath stuttered across my lips. My flesh felt hot and heavy under my hand, and I cupped myself, letting my fingers slip between the folds of my blanket. The door clicked open, and the weight of my desire became like an electric current. 

My lungs seized, and my limbs quivered. I opened my eyes, a soft groan escaping me when I saw Dwyn there looking shocked as I continued to move my hand beneath my panties. "Take those off." His voice was soft and deep, the tone firm. I was being commanded, not asked.

His eyes followed my hands as I slowly peeled a scrap of Blue lace down my thighs. He stepped closer and hand up my calf, raising goose bumps on my skin. I moaned, and he grasped my panties, jerking them down the rest of the way. 

I slipped my feet from them. "Oh god." My exclamation tore out on a ragged breath, and I pressed my thighs together against the pounding ache in my cunt. I wanted him so badly that I trembled, but I was afraid of what would happen when we actually touched. I spread my legs a little "Wider." I heard my pulse in my ears as I parted my thighs further. Dwyn took off his T-shirt. He moved between my spread legs, looking down at me with his hands in his pockets. He was hard, his cock a visible ridge against his fly beneath his unbuttoned jacket. I stroked myself, letting my fingers wander further, to dip inside before tracing upward again, coated in the evidence of my overwhelming desire. 

I smoothed the silky wetness over my clitoris, into the short, neatly trimmed strip of hair on my mound. as he watched me rub my clit in slow circles. Being like this for him, my legs open, my pussy exposed and gleaming wet while he stood there watching me, turned the naughty factor up. 

Just thinking about what I was doing spiked my arousal. I had done things with him that I'd never done with anyone else, and that knowledge made me feel oddly safe. My thighs tensed, and I planted my feet firmly against the bed. My orgasm wound tight inside me, ready to spring and uncoil me from the inside out. A yelped, "Ah!" of frustration escaped me, and I lifted my hips. I was going to come, I was so close, I was going to come while he watched me, without him ever touching me, and I was so goddamn close — "Stop." i gasped 

I looked around and was in utter shock about what I had imagined, how could I even think of touching myself while he was watching me? I must be stupid !!! idiot! 

OMG!!! he is fucking driving me crazyyyy....

I picked up my panties and rushed into the bathroom.