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Selfish 37

The sight of your hair between my legs is almost too much to bear.

The gentle blow of your breath... is the most erotic feeling in the world.

And when I feel the little nudge on my clit... I can not hold it in anymore.

Ecstasy... pure...toe curling... mind numbing... fucking ecstasy.

This is something that has been a long time waited for.

I feel the gush rush out from me, I feel the way my body arches off the cold floor...

I can also hear the sound of a zipper off in the distance.

But when I come back down from the most unbelievable experience of my life...

You are gone.

Did I imagine it?

Were you a figment of my imagination?

Embarrassment floods my senses.

How fucking desperate am I?

Did I fall so hard on the floor that my mind just goes bonkers and I imagine the most erotic sight before me?

How fucking humiliating.

I stand up on shaking legs and wrap securely the towel to my torso.

I look at my reflection in the mirror...

Bright eyes, large grin, tinted cheeks...

So much for embarrassment...I'll take an orgasm like that any day.

Yeah, my orgasm was not fake... now, if I could just fall more within the privacy of my home and have a repeat...

Who needs vibrators and men?

There are a series of voices outside the door so I hurry to put my clothes...yoga pants and tank top.

As I step out of the bathroom, I notice the thick tension between Tanya, Carlisle and Eddie.

Whatever their argument is... I know it has to do with me.

The silence is heavy as well as the glares.

"Well, please continue. Don't let my presence bother you," I sneer with a wave of my hand.

I continue to move cautiously until I'm gently sitting on my uncomfortable sofa...

There is no way I'm lying down on the hospital bed if I don't have to.

"Are you guys just going to stand there?" I ask them exasperated.

I shift a bit and feel my still sensitive clit tingle from the pressure of sitting down.

I'm just barely able to hold in the moan that wants to desperately escape...

I continue to jiggle around and lie. "This sofa is uncomfortable."

Carlisle gives me one more look before he stomps out of the room.

"Don't forget to slam the door on your way out while you're at it," I comment on his tantrum.

Eddie and Tanya seem to be having an argument between them.

Her arms are flailing around, her body shaking from side to side...

I have the strongest urge to yell wobble, wobble, wobble.

Tanya makes a move to finally leave, but thinks about it better, and comes within a few feet before me.

"How long have you been fucking my fiancee?"

Fucking?

Fiancee?