Forbidden Love

Chapter 26: Phone sex

Pov Y/n

As soon as I get home, I kick off my shoes, grab a bottle of water and scramble to get into my bedroom. Having to sit through a whole dinner while growing hotter by the second isn't easy. Especially, with Nat keeping up the teasing. Even if she didn't tease me any further, I would have been horny. 

I make quick work of getting out of my clothes, dropping them to the floor as I go. The bottle of water goes on my nightstand and so does my phone because I will need it. 

I grab the vibrator I lend from Nat and lean back into my pillows, my legs spread. The arousal sticks to the top of my thighs and I am so ready to have an orgasm. 

Touching myself isn't going to be nearly as good as when Natasha does it but she isn't here and I can't stay in this aroused, wet state any longer. I get comfortable even more and press the On Button on the vibrator. A light blinks once but nothing happens. 

There is no other button on this thing, nothing I could press now. I shake the toy and tap it against my hand multiple times but it stays silent, taunting me. With a groan, I drop it onto the bed next to me. Maybe the battery is dead. Great. 

But that won't stop me. I slowly run a hand down my naked body. From my breasts over my stomach to the apex of my thighs. It feels nice and the ache to be touched grows quickly. I close my eyes and envision laying here with Natasha. What would she do if she was here and the one touching me? 

She wouldn't just touch me, she's way too much of a tease for that. So, I tickle my fingers along my inner thighs and sigh desperately, wanting more. It's hard to hold back and tease myself when I really just want to come. But it's hotter to imagine it's Natasha and I feel a wave of heat rush through me, adding to the wetness between my legs. 

I trail my fingers very lightly over my core and groan, that feels so good! Fuck teasing! 

I run my fingers through my heat and bite my lip. This is what I have been craving since Nat first started teasing me. If I concentrate, I can see her laying next to me, her hot breath near my ear while her fingers circle my entrance, pulling a whine from me. I want to plead with her to go faster but the Natasha in my imagination shakes her head and kisses my temple before whispering to be a good girl and take the speed she is complying. 

With a nod, I agree and continue running my finger up and down my slit, doing nothing but creating more desire and arousal. It's hard not to whine and go faster but staying in my imagination is so much hotter and it almost feels like it's not me touching myself. 

I pull one leg up, tilting it to the side to open up even more. You look so beautiful and just for me, the Nat in my head murmurs, kissing my neck. All I can do is nod and gasp when my finger finds my clit for a split second. Self-inflicted torture like this is even harder to endure because I could just start touching myself the way I want it but don't. I am the master of my own denial and pleasure.

"Fuck," I gasp when I find my clit again, this time circling it once. Everything feels sensitive and tingly from the teasing and I know Natasha could get me to orgasm within a few minutes. She's good with her hands and tongue and everything else and her touch always gets me there faster. Sometimes I wonder if she teases me because she wants me to be more sensitive or if it turns her on when I'm desperate and beg for her. 

I keep up the stroking, not heightening the pressure on my bundle of nerves or my entrance. Natasha would play with me as well until I am begging her to finally fuck me. 

With my free hand, I reach for my phone and open up our chat. For a split second I am tempted to send her a picture of myself but then I don't. If her phone is lying around and not by her side, I don't want someone else to see me like this. Vulnerable, open and desperate. So, I opt for a text.