a/n: NSFW!
Hughes x Hughes love.
She sipped her sherry in his pantry.
Her eyes landed on the sherry stopper.
It felt hot against her palm when she returned from washing it. Hard and rounded and hot.
His hands have touched this. The glass - so smooth, his nimble fingers playing against it -
She locked both doors. Slid off her knickers.
This is too much this is going too far I can't do this in here I can't do this to him. He'll know.
So she turned off the lights.
She sat in his chair and put one foot on his desk.
She kept her fingers away but pushed the stopper in and out, slowly. It hurt a little at first, but not for long. The thought of him pressing just there brought her almost to the edge several times.
It wasn't enough.
Remembering a passage from that book, she tentatively brought her other hand down. It had been clutching the wooden armrest and now she rested it over her labia.
Her whole body jerked.
She moved her hand over herself, stroking here and there. The stopper was now sliding in and out with ease and it felt awfully good and she didn't want it to stop.
She imagined it was his hands instead of her own and instantly felt a mad increase of pleasure. A strange sense of inevitability rushed through her in the final moments before her climax. Then she was arching against herself, breathing too hard, too fast and then it was over and she sank back in his chair, catching her breath as much as her corset allowed.
The moment of bliss soon gave way to worry.
What have I done?