#straddled

you settle into bed and before long the noises start again. slow and quiet. you try to convince yourself that the soft groans you hear are signs that he’s fast asleep but you cant help but squeeze your thighs together imagining its something else. your fingers dance their way down your body absentmindedly. grazing your collar bone, working their way up the curves of your breasts, tickling over your tummy.

a small moan escapes your lips as your fingers make contact with your wetness and slowly begin to circle your clit. you chastise yourself mentally for being so full of need but you just cant help yourself any more. you know its wrong to be rubbing your pussy to the thought of the man laying in the next room, but it feels so good. your pace quickens as your fingers swirl round and round and round. you struggle to keep quiet and the idea of being caught makes you burn with embarrassment. you put your face in your pillow as you roll onto your front, desperately hoping to mask the hushed panting and moaning that you cant hold yourself back from.

the ache is too intense, you cant bare the feeling of clenching around nothing. one finger, then two slip deep inside of your pussy leaving you humping your own hand for some relief. your pleasure is building, you cant focus on anything but your needy drippy pussy. too busy grinding your own hand into the mattress to realise the groans from the other room have stopped.