A/N: I started this fic about a month ago as another idea, but now we're into May, and it's the Merry Month of Masturbation over on Live Journal so I'll be taking part in that as much as possible. Here's story #1. I'm not sure how many I'll write, since I'm still actively working on "Until the End of Time" but I wrote about 4-5 last year. With the right inspiration, I might write more.
Solo Wedding Night
"I'm going to bed," Greg said as he hoisted himself from the couch. "You can take the couch."
Dominika was frozen in place at first. She could still feel her lips tingling from that kiss less than ten seconds ago. It set her entire body on fire and then he'd completely doused the flames when he told her "I can't."
Once he was out of the room, she sighed and discovered he hadn't doused all the flames. Her panties were quite damp from the excitement of it all. If he could get her that aroused from simply kissing her, what else was he capable of?
She heard the lamp switch off in his bedroom, and the rustle of his covers, so she knew he actually had gone to bed.
She stripped down to her bra and panties, made up the couch for sleeping and pulled the blanket over her body to give her some privacy.
Her fingers slipped into the cup of her bra to tease her nipples as she closed her eyes, pretending they were Greg's fingers. She never had much trouble using her imagination before when it came to giving herself pleasure. She was a visual creature and she could still feel Greg's hand on her shoulder from when she kissed him. Warm and dry. Long fingers.
Her breath hitched as her hand moved down across her belly and teased the waistband of her panties. Then she slipped the hand inside and made contact with her very wet clit. Suppressing the urge to moan, she bit her lip and kept her eyes closed, pretending still that it was Greg's fingers that flicked her clit and slid expertly down.
She was so wet and slippery that her finger slipped inside her with ease. She could imagine his blue eyes staring into hers as she added another finger and slipped them in an out. She worked slowly at first, teasing relentlessly until she felt her body heat up, her face flush red hot and then break out into a sweat.
"Ohhh...Greg..." she hissed as she stroked herself harder, using two hands now. One flicked and rubbed her clit while the other continued to pump inside of her.
She could almost hear his voice in her head saying "spread those nice long legs for me..." so she did as she was told. All she ever wanted to do was please him. Oh, what she wouldn't give for it all to be real. To know what those long fingers were really capable of. She was pretty sure he'd know exactly how to touch her, how to bring her the most pleasure.
And then something inside of her snapped. Like a very tightly wound guitar string, and her inner walls pulsed against her own two fingers as a warm flood of moisture coated them. Her breathing was fast and deep as her head rolled back against the arm of the couch. It was one of the best orgasms she'd given herself in a long time and she hoped it wouldn't be the last.
She fell asleep with her fingers still inside her panties and her legs spread open. It wasn't intentional, really, but deep down she hoped Greg would wake up and find her that way, and she wouldn't be embarrassed.
After all, it was his fault she'd had to resort to self-gratification in the first place.
A/N: What a way to start the day ;) If you want to read more of these, I recommend you put me on Author Alert so you don't miss out. Thanks for reading! :)