Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 5-Ambidextrous

A/N: Warning, some medium level smut ahead not directly involving John and Ellie, but we'll get there, promise! And yeah, he's pretty young in this picture, but definitely way over the legal limit so I'm not worried lol..

Ellie's POV (still)

I walk out of John's studio, disappointed that I have to go back to the hotel, but smile at remembering the lovely day we shared together. I feel light, as if opening up to him and taking the initiative to kiss him had taken from me a weight I was carrying and didn't even realize it. I feel a bit guilty for kissing him and taking his time, but the guilt passes quickly. I can't wait to see him again tomorrow. Not just because he's hot, sweet, and intelligent, but because it will make Sophie so happy (understatement of the year). 

I find myself smiling as I stroll back to the hotel. I can't help but think how warm and soft John's lips were. I can't believe he kissed me back instead of pushing me, the obvious instigator, away from him. His full lips feel a thousand times better than they look. I enjoyed hugging his warm body, though it wasn't for long, either. 

I start to feel tingling and warmth between my legs and throughout my entire pelvis as I can't stop remembering the feeling of his mouth on mine. I wonder what it would be like to part my lips and feel his tongue inside my mouth, and sucking on it, and shudder. I snap up, remembering that I can't afford to get lost. But my mind starts to wander back to John. I can tell I'm walking unsteadily as I involuntarily close my eyes and think of John's lips and eyes, and the feeling of throbbing and heat between my legs increases. I open my eyes and increase my pace of walking. 

I arrive back at the hotel and throw myself on one of the comfortable beds. It is already 6:30 PM. I don't know where the time went, but I have some time before they return. I lie flat on my back and close my eyes again for a second, my hands resting on my abdomen and slightly under the band of my shorts. I picture John's hands replacing mine, shudder, and my hands reflexively slide further down into my shorts.

I slide my shorts off, and lie back again, my hands wandering between my legs. I'm surprised at how wet I am, without even reaching under my panties,  just 20 minutes after leaving John's house. I start feeling his kiss again on my lips, even though he's not there. I sigh and surrender to removing my underwear and throwing them on the floor. I know there is no way I can stay in this condition the rest of this evening, and no way I can sleep without releasing the tension that was building up. 

I am 100% alone in the room and reflexively pull my shirt over my head and bra off. I prop my head up on 2 pillows and stare down at my breasts. I squeeze them with my hands and pinch the nipples until they are rock hard. Perfect for John to lick, I think. At the thought, I feel myself getting wetter, and my right hand wastes no time finding my clit. 

I start rubbing my clit up and down, and in circles with my right hand, and pull my upper labia apart with my left hand to enhance the sensation. I moan and spread my legs apart further, fully extended. I'm enjoying watching the action propped up on the 2 pillows, even if it is just me in the room. 

 I'm soaking wet by this point and while my right hand continues to rub my clit vigorously, I reach down with my left hand and rub 2 fingers back and forth across the entrance to my pussy. I slip 1 finger inside a bit, followed by a second finger, and push them all the way inside of me. I move my fingers in and out slowly first, then faster. The wetness is starting to move all the way down my left hand.

I'm so close, but stop to tease myself a few times by slowing my hand work down to a slow pace then starting again several times. I'm constantly on the edge of cumming but then my right wrist starts to get a bit sore. I grin to myself and know just what to do.