Character: Sharon Raydor
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Nothing was quite as satisfying as getting into a freshly made bed after a long, luxurious bubble bath. Sharon laid her head down on the fluffy pillow, breathing in the faint floral scent of lavender from the candle she had lit as soon as she came into her bedroom. A little relaxation was just what she had needed after a long week. Her limbs were loose and her brain was pleasantly clear. A small smile graced the brunette's lips, a warm glow spreading throughout her body. She had been waiting to have a night all to herself for a long while, and now that she was getting it, she had every intention of enjoying it.
Sharon had learned a long time ago how important it was to treat herself every now and then. It didn't have to be anything extravagant - in fact, Sharon enjoyed simplicity and would choose opening one of her favorite bottles of wine over most of her other options. It was so easy to let stress weigh you down when there was so much of it in your life every day. Sharon had discovered many ways to rid herself of some of her stress over the years. Tonight it had been with her favorite dish from a Thai restaurant she rarely ate from but loved, followed by a soak in the tub as classical music played. By the time she slipped on her satin robe, Sharon had felt as if she was floating, her body light and relaxed.
Inhaling deeply, Sharon bent her legs at her knees and let her robe slide down her thighs. Exhaling slowly, she let a little pleased hum escape her throat. Her skin was warm as she ran her hands over her legs and thighs, smooth beneath her tingling fingers. She could feel her anticipation from earlier coming back to her, almost as strong as it had been all afternoon when she decided how she wanted to spend her night. It was hot in her belly, wet between her thighs, an almost-eagerness that made her want to strip off her robe and touch herself until she was sexually sated like she had imagined herself doing all day. At work she had needed to push the thoughts out of her mind, for they had been distracting. But she was home, alone, and that was exactly what she wanted to do for herself.
In the bathtub, she had let her hands explore her body like it was her first time getting to do so. Her sudsy fingers had glided along her legs, massaged into that sensitive spot behind her knee, continued up her thighs and stopped at her center. Even then she had been wet with her arousal, the slickness she found as she slowly slipped her fingers over her labia thick and slightly sticky. Sharon's body had slid lower into the tub, her hips angling as her fingers dipped into herself. It had been hard not to linger - but she had planned the night out, had already decided that she was just getting herself started. She had continued with her journey, caressing her belly, her sides; her nails lightly scratched over her ribs as she arched her back and pushed her chest forward. It had felt so good when she finally used both her hands to cup her breasts, squeeze the soft flesh and feel the tightening of her nipples against her palms. She had moaned and massaged slowly, her thighs tightly pressed together as she started rocking in the water.
It was the time spent in the bath that was on Sharon's mind as she untied her robe, letting the sides fall open on their own. As the satin brushed over her nipples, she took in a sharp breath. The peaks of her breasts were rigid, sensitive from all the attention she had given them earlier. Sharon licked her lips and brought both her hands up to stomach. She quivered lightly beneath her touch as she spiraled her fingertips up and down, almost touching her breasts but never reaching there.
One of her feet slid along the cotton sheets, her leg straightening out, her thighs rubbing together one final time. Every sensation against her skin felt marvelous. She was so aware of it all. All of her nerves were awake, buzzing with life. She moved her left leg over so she was exposed to the warm air. The smell of her arousal was heavy, mixing with the scent of the lavender candle; it was dizzying, intoxicating. Sharon inched her hands down to her hips, her lips parting to let her breaths out. Her nails raked over her hips, dug in a little harder than she had allowed herself to do earlier in the tub. The sudden rush of pain, not too much, just enough to make the skin burn pleasantly, made Sharon bite her lip and buck her hips. Oh, she needed this so badly.
After already teasing herself earlier, she didn't plan on doing much more of it. Her right hand slid over her mons, her flesh hot and so very sensitive. Before she had even spread the folds of her labia apart, sparks of arousal and heat were going off beneath her skin and making her twitch impatiently. Slender fingers rubbed slowly through her liquid heat, instantly coated by the abundance of moisture. She sighed in pleasure, dipping her fingers all the way into herself. She clenched tightly around them, two fingers curled up inside her just like she loved it, and then she scooted down until her hips were angled just right, just so.
A lengthy moan slipped past her lips as she relaxed around her fingers and started working them inside herself. The heel of her palm rubbed up against her clitoris, and her fingers stroked that sensitive spot behind it. Oh, yes. Sharon played around with the way she touched, fingers moving in circles, side to side, in and out, her breathing picking up with each new way. And the whole time her clitoris pulsed beneath her hand.
She'd only managed to keep it slow for a short amount of time. It had felt so amazing, so damn good. She was panting and squirming, hips rocking into her hand as she fucked herself. She could feel herself perspiring at the small of her back, under her arms, behind her knees. It was the little things like the way the sheets felt beneath her as she tried to get closer to her hand every time she moved that pushed her a little further.
Soon Sharon was adding another finger and rolling her hips so hard that she could feel the bed moving with her. Her left hand reached behind her, pressed flat against the headboard, giving her leverage as she rocked into her hand. She wanted it so badly in that moment. "Oh, yes," she whimpered, biting into her lip and squeezing her eyes tight.
Her hand slipped on the headboard, but she kept going, completely lost in the dizzying feeling of pleasure. She instead moved her hand to her breast, squeezing and pinching, nails digging and then fingers rubbing over the sensitive, hot skin. She was completely gone, so far away, her breathing harsh and her moans freely spilling into the empty room. "Yes, yes, yes," she kept chanting, desperate in the way she did everything right then.
She plunged her fingers into herself a few more times before she brought her coated fingers to her clit. Her hips shot up from the bed, her head tossing back against the pillows. The beginning of an orgasm rippled in her abdomen. She quivered as she rubbed circles against the side of her clitoris, trying to keep a steady pace but unable to ignore that more, more, more chant in her head.
Sharon brought her left hand between her legs, her entire body trembling with need, desperate need. A grateful murmur caught down in her throat as she filled herself again with her fingers, just holding them there as her velvety flesh throbbed around her, greedily trying to grasp onto her as she neared the edge. A sudden pulse of pleasure, hot and sharp, made her cry out, her fingers moving in quick circles as her body shook, her head throwing back and moving from side to side. Heat rushed up from her toes all the way to the tips of her ears, her sweaty body flushed and convulsing as she moaned and came, hard.
"Mmm," Sharon moaned deeply, rolling over in the bed, breathing heavily. A smile twitched at her lips. As she removed her hands from between her thighs, she groaned a little into the pillow. She was still breathing heavily, and her body felt so wonderful… but she was already thinking about a second orgasm. She licked her lips and then brought her hand up to her breast, wetness and all, and squeezed. A throaty groan was muffled as she turned her head into the pillow.
Should she?
And then she remembered that important line that had gotten her through all types of things.
"Treat yourself," the voice inside her head whispered.
And so she did.
The End. Thanks for reading.