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Breeding Kink / Masturbation
To his face, she makes out she doesn't like him. Behind closed doors, well, that's another story.
It was no secret that Penelope Garcia didn't like Luke Alvez. Everybody knew it, even Luke. He found it quite interesting and tried to push her buttons more and more every day.
What the team didn't know was that when she got home and closed the front door, it was a different story. Penelope would go to her bedroom, strip off and lie down and think of Luke. She'd think of his muscular arms and remember the way they looked when he stretched. She'd recall the feel of his hands on hers when he helped her off the sidewalk. She'd remember the way he smelled when he'd come back from a case.
Her fingers would tease her breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing her breasts together. His hands were much larger than hers and she was sure one of her breasts would fit nicely in his hand. They were soft with a rough edge and he'd tease her nipples with the tips of his fingers, pulling and pinching until they were pebbled peaks begging to be sucked into his mouth.
Her fingers would slide down her body, down over her rib cage until they got to her stomach. She'd slow things down then. If Luke was with her, he'd tease her belly button, lightly brush the light pubic hair that hid her delicately pussy from prying eyes.
Then, slowly, oh so slowly, she'd dip her fingers into her aching pussy, teasing and pulling on her clit with one hand as the other fingered herself. One finger at first followed by two and then three because, well his fingers were quite thick.
She'd piston her fingers in and out of herself, her hips writhing as she shot towards her end goal. Her thumb and forefinger would pinch and roll her clit, stimulating the delicate bud until she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and saw stars.
She'd come over her fingers and her juices would drip down her thighs. She'd imagine Luke licking at her skin and it would prolong her orgasm, making her legs shake.
When she was done, she'd curse Luke Alvez for being so damn attractive. Then she'd get into the shower and get changed into some comfy clothes.
As she sat on the sofa with her glass of wine and laptop she'd vow to stop thinking about Luke, after all, she didn't like him. But then she'd think about his face, muscles and his laugh and decide that behind closed doors it didn't really matter. No one needed to know.