Be Mine

40. Fucking With The Pen💀

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A K R I T I

The thought of him alone was enough to send warmth pooling in my stomach. I hadn’t realised how much I craved him, how desperately I missed the way he made me feel. I slipped off my shorts and panties, glad that I had locked the door. This was for me, just for me. And maybe, just maybe, it would make me feel a little less lonely tonight.

Slowly, I brought the vibrator closer to my parted legs, letting it hover over my skin, teasing myself with the idea of what was to come. When it finally touched my clit, the vibrations sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

“Umm,” I whispered to myself, barely able to contain the sensation building inside me. It felt so good, the soft buzzing against me. I increased the speed, closing my eyes and leaning back against the pillows. I let the pleasure take over, imagining his hands on me, the way he would touch me, how his fingers would move over my body with that familiar tenderness and intensity.

I moved the vibrator slowly, tracing the wet folds of my body, letting the vibrations grow stronger as I lost myself in the feeling. With each movement, I could feel the tension melting away, replaced by waves of pleasure that made me forget, just for a moment, how much I missed him.

In my mind, I was with him. His lips, his tongue, his hands—they were all on me, teasing and exploring, driving me closer to that edge. I could almost hear his voice whispering in my ear, feel the weight of his body pressing against mine. The sensation grew stronger, the vibrator becoming an extension of him, of his touch, his presence. And as the vibrations pulsed through me, I felt the familiar build-up inside, the moment when I knew I was close to release.

My breathing quickened, my heart racing as I let the pleasure take over, imagining his mouth on me, his fingers inside me, his eyes locked on mine with that look of hunger that always sent shivers down my spine. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that for a moment, I forgot I was alone. It was just me and him, and the overwhelming desire between us.

And then, with a final gasp, the release washed over me. The pleasure hit me in waves, crashing through my body, leaving me breathless and trembling. I lay there for a moment, eyes closed, heart pounding, as the aftershocks of the orgasm slowly faded away. For a brief moment, the frustration was gone. The emptiness felt less consuming. But as I opened my eyes and turned off the vibrator, the reality returned.

He wasn’t here. I was still alone, surrounded by the silence of my room. But for tonight, I had found a way to feel close to him, even if it was only in my mind. As the lingering heat from my release began to fade, I slowly got up, the soft buzz of the vibrator still echoing in my ears.

I headed to the bathroom, taking my clothes along with me. As I stood under the warm water, washing away the evidence of my desperate longing, I couldn’t help but think of him again. It was as though even the act of cleaning myself felt incomplete without him by my side. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out, feeling a strange mix of calm and emptiness.

But then, as I re-entered the bedroom, I froze. A voice, soft but unmistakable, reached my ears. My heart dropped, and I hurried into the room, only to be met with a sight that rendered me speechless.

There, on my bed, was Aditya. My Aditya. He was lying casually, like he owned the space, which he very much did. But what left me completely shocked wasn’t just his unexpected presence. It was the fact that he was holding my lipstick vibrator—except he didn’t know what it was. I had forgotten to bring it with me to wash, and now, to my horror, he had it in his hand.