Claiming Angel

Chapter 1

The moans just wouldn't stop dropping from my lips. Quickly placing the pillow on my face to muffle my distracting noise I couldn't help but thrust my hips up as I skillfully wound myself like a music box. I circled my clit and slid two fingers into my core just to tease myself and slide those two fingers out to drag out my torture by lightly pinching my lower lips. I gently rubbed the puffy labia and swiftly tweaked my nipples. The moans that escaped me fueled my frenzy, but I still denied myself the pleasure of release.

 

I squeezed my eyes shut as I fantasized about strong muscled hands in place of my own. His hands were rough and calloused. His fingers long and strong as he played me like a fiddle, eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure. He teased me constantly leaving feather-light touches around my swollen nub of desire and irritatingly avoided actually touching it. He slowly cupped my sex with one hand and simply held me as his other hand found its way to my nipples again, pinching and pulling, gently circling and teasing just like he teased my oh so sensitive clit just seconds ago. I gasped as a shudder runs through me. Two fingers slip into my core and tease me further, curling up inside me to scratch that hard to reach spot, driving me insane. He keeps teasing me.

 

He pushes me to that wonderful peak as those two fingers swiftly scissor in and out of me. More moans were muffled by my pillow and I thrust harder onto those fingers as I rode them like my life depended on it. My center coiled with liquid warmth, my body heated and is slick with sweat. The hand that was torturing my nipples came down and pinched my clit, refusing to let go until I fell over that blissful peak, my body writhing in pleasure.

 

As I floated down from that blissful high, I slowly but firmly rubbed my clit to drag out my pleasure. I take a deep breath and let it out quickly. “It’s been too long,” I murmur to myself as I drag myself to my feet and head to the bathroom.

 

I turn on the shower to warm it up before I use the bathroom and clean up. I slip into the shower and just stand there, letting the water cascade down my body relieving my tense yet strangely relaxed muscles. It’s very difficult for me to get myself off without a good vibrator, and even then it’s getting more and more difficult. I usually can’t get off by myself, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. I've been feeling this need in the pit of my stomach and it’s driving me crazy. It’s getting harder to focus on work and even harder to look after myself. I feel like I’m about to consumed. The only way I can relieve it is by having my own personal love session with myself and only imagining those strong hands on me. Just the thought of those firm but gentle hands is enough to ignite my needs all over again.

 

I can’t help but sigh as I quickly lather up my body and hair and rinse off. “What am I going to do with myself?” I groan. I’m pulled from my despair when I’m hit with a gut feeling I’m going to have one hell of a busy day at the office and I can already see myself at the bar at the end of the day. I step out of the shower and quickly towel myself down and toss my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head and walk out the bathroom to quickly finish getting ready. I run out of room, snatch an apple and my purse and rush out the door to my car. Let’s see how this day goes.

 

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Phones have been ringing off the hook today. Technicians are late to their sites or the customers didn't show. Orders are piling on and I’m stuck taking the heat for my boss who sucks at paying his contractors. Asshole.