Interruptions Come With a Price
Bella closed her eyes, willing her breathing to calm down a bit. The warmth of her covers surrounding her lower body gave her a sense of security, when really; all she wanted to do was laugh at the absolute stupidity of the situation.
She lay in her bed completely naked and at an utter loss of what to do next. The evil plastic peen sat next to her, a fresh supply of batteries sitting in its innards.
Feeling ridiculous, Bella tried to bring up the images that had left her aching this morning, but she couldn't get away from the fact that she felt embarrassed and awkward, making the images fizzle and lose their appeal.
Why is this so hard for me, she wondered silently, thinking herself broken in more ways than one. She'd tried to masturbate before, and was successful at some points purely by accident. But thinking of actually slipping something foreign into her body and purposefully bringing herself to climax . . .
It made her anxious yet excited at the same time, and those feelings were new for Bella.
Forcing eyes shut, she resolved herself anew. She brought pictures of sex into her mind, of the writhing bodies she'd watched in abject fascination with Mike. Up until that point, she'd never witness someone being so free and open with their body. It gave her a strange sense of longing and desire.
She wanted that sense of liberty, of giving herself to someone so willingly, without restraint. But sex had always come with reservations with her, which had only been strengthened by Mike's frequent comments about her body and lack of sexual appeal.
Carnal sex wasn't in her scope of comfort or field of reach. That pathetic fact even stretched into her waking fantasies, it seemed, for only in her dreams would she ever be as bold to strip nude outdoors, and let a man take her from behind.
That thought brought up the image of Edward behind her, the feeling of his hands caressing her bare back and down to her rounded hips. She could almost make out the touch of his skin on hers, and she made her own hands move along her body in a direct mirror of his.
She traced her own thighs, her own supple ass and flat stomach. She skimmed her rounded breasts, liking the way her skin pimpled under her own touch. A soft smile curved her lips, and she slowly felt the apprehension and foolishness of the moment melt away, leaving more sinful feelings behind.
"Isabella . . . "
His voice whispered in her mind, filling every recess of her body until she became pliant to her own ministrations . . . his ministrations in reflection.
A soft moan left her lips as she reached her core, one fingertip touching that place that had been left feigning for more contact, some friction and release, since the moment she'd met her Italian lover.
Lover . . .
The word echoed in her thoughts, making her smile widen in secret assent. He was her lover, of her mind and of her body. He just didn't know it . . .yet.
Once she'd cum to his image, once she'd let her body fall into oblivion at his hand, even indirectly, she knew she'd never look at him the same way.
Her impression of him would be more intimate, more passionate, a subtle intrigue she'd want to discover in the flesh.
"More," she murmured both out loud and in her mind, demanding that the Edward take her to the place she craved. He touched herself, wishing desperately it was him.
Something began to vibrate beside her, and she blindly reached for it, thinking she triggered the switch on the plastic peen in her wild movements. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. In her mind, Edward was nude behind her, readying to plunge himself deep with in her.
Fisting the object she brought it close to her, lost in her mind and in her needs.
"Yes! Take me, right here."
"Hello?" she heard a distant voice call into the night. Bella opened her eyes, blinking several times. She glanced in her hand to see her cell phone in her hand. Edward's number flashed on the screen . . . a screen that also indicated she'd inadvertently answered the call when she'd grabbed it in haste.
Oh . . . fuck me.
Bwahahahahahaha! Now, I'm curious. Have any of you been... ehem... interrupted during the self-pleasuring business? *Raises hand* Kids don't count, btw.