Manicured fingers tore their way across the top-shelf of the closet, pushing boxes aside and pulling long forgotten Hermes scarves out of the way, in search of the treasure she knew she had stashed away in here long ago. Normally, she wouldn't resort to this. Normally she wouldn't have any need for it. A long, frustrated sigh later, and her fingers landed on the plain, non-descriptive box, and her eyes gleamed as she pulled it forward. Stepping out of the closet, she looked around the room, almost sheepishly as she tapped her thumb against the package, before sitting on the edge of the stool at the foot of her bed.
Addison Montgomery had never had use for such things before in her life. The red-headed goddess had never felt so frustrated before in her life. In the past, she'd have just gotten dolled up in a tight, short dress; teamed it with heels and a stylish clutch, and sauntered off to the nearest bar. Some tequila shots and perhaps a glass of wine later, she'd latch eyes with some unsuspecting (but of course, gorgeous) being, and that would be it. Target loaded, and after, acquired, and she would have her wicked way with them. Before that, she had been with Mark; and before that, Derek.
Derek. If he had just done his job properly, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She wouldn't be sat at the foot of their bed, naked, and incredibly turned on – so much so that she would happily mount a lamp post if she had to. A quick fumble before they got to work, Derek had suggested. A proper wake up call, he had joked, as he rolled on-top of her. Five minutes and some quick thrusts later, and he was done, leaving Addison... well, not even half-way there.
Of course, she had faked it. A bite of her lip as she closed her eyes, and a loud moan, and Derek was satisfied he had done his job as her ex-husband/current boyfriend, and had climbed into the shower before leaving for work. There was no way in hell that Addison could've gone to work without finding her own release, and this morning, her fingers just weren't enough. She had briefly considered going and finding someone to work it out on, but had shaken her head, and decided that the vibrator Savvy had bought her as a joke birthday present would do the job.
As she lifted the lid of the box, her eyes fell upon the phallus-shaped object hungrily. It was green, not necessarily a colour she'd have thought you could get a vibrator in, and, tilting her head as she picks it up, she wonders why they had chosen that colour. Surely if the real thing were green, you wouldn't want to use it?
The throbbing from between her legs was enough to distract her from her train of thought, as she tosses the box aside and climbs back onto the bed eagerly. She was already slick with her own arousal, and as she runs her hand down between her legs, she can easily feel how wet she is. The bikini wax she had gotten a few days earlier allowed herself to glide across her own skin.
Laying back, her head rests on soft, downy pillows; her red hair spreading out across them haphazardly. It is a common medical fact that the breast swell during arousal, and as she trails her index finger across her pert nipples, she can feel that they are bigger. She trails the toy across her thighs, drawing it closer to where she wants it slowly, almost teasing herself.
Her breathing grows heavier as she moves the head of the phallus to her opening, coating it with her juices as she rubs it up and down, before holding it at her entrance. She inserts it, ever so-slowly, and stops with it at her entrance. She rocks her hips against it before pushing it all the way in, and feels herself expand around it.
Although it didn't look it, the toy was bigger than Derek, and she had grown accustomed to his size over the past ten months of their relationship. It wasn't like Derek was small, or even the smallest Addison had encountered over the years, but this just felt different. Arching her hips in response, she pulls the toy back, before pushing it back into her again. A moan escapes her mouth, as she starts to fuck herself.
Her other hand kneads at her breast, her nipple rolling between her thumb and forefinger as she speeds up to a steady rhythm. Derek always liked to move slowly; he always liked to tease her. And that was the problem – all he would do was tease her. Derek Shepherd, clit tease. That should've been his proper title. Often, she would end up on top, just so she could feel like she had actually been fucked.
On occasion, a slow fuck was what redhead wanted. A long workout to a big release, but mostly, Addison just wanted hard, sometimes rough sex. To feel desired; like he had to have her there and then, or so help him, he would burst. Not to feel as though she was delicate and might break if he moved faster than a thrust a minute.
Now she is plunging the toy inside her fast and hard, and she can hear the squelch of her juices and the slap of the base of the toy against her skin as she arches her back. Her teeth are sinking into her lip as she clenches her walls around it, her back arched. She palms her breast roughly as she tries to gain the stimulation she needs. She can feel her release building as she rocks her hips against the vibrator, moving her thumb to the button at the base of the shaft.
One press of a switch, and the toy buzzes into life. It's quite loud, but isn't louder than the sounds she is making. The current makes her jump, and her walls contract, and she groans loudly. She isn't thinking of anyone, or anything right now, other than the ecstasy coursing through her body; and she definitely doesn't hear the lock of the front door snap as a key unlocks it.
'Oh,' she groans loudly as she rocks her hips against the toy. 'Oh, fuck'. Her body feels like it's lifting as she bends her knees up, digging her heels into the mattress as she fucks herself harder. She feels as if she is running on electricity as her body prickles and her orgasm crashes through her body hard, and fast, and she comes loudly. 'FUCK!'
Addison's body contorts as she spasms around the toy, her juices flowing freely out of her and around the phallus, which she releases from her grip, but leaves inside her as she rocks her hips slowly, coming down from her high.
Her head falls to the side, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips as she breathes heavily, and lets her body restore itself naturally. A little while later, and her breathing pattern has regulated, and she lazily opens her eyes. She grins, and wonders why she doesn't use the toy more often, and she slowly pulls it out of herself, her pussy twitching at the sudden loss.
It glistens, covered with her come as she drops it onto the bed beside her, and turns her head lethargically. It's only then that her eyes fall upon the figure in the doorway, standing and staring at her, mouth open. She springs up automatically, a gut reaction, as if she has done something wrong and covers herself with the duvet.
"Derek!"