Falling Into Bed

The world took a tumble as I fell on my back on the bed. I had only a moment to register the soft mattress under me before my fingers found me once more.

And that sensation, the feeling of being touched like that, wiped away everything else. It erased my ability to concentrate on anything but that. It centered my whole world around the sensations thrumming from that place between my thighs.

I found home.

I found my everything.

Fingers slipping gracefully over the fullness of my sex. Pressing in to the folds and sending a thrust of pleasure running up through the core of me like a lightning bolt that ground me and rushed outward, outlining the edges of my body and made it all so present and so full and so utterly defined.

Moans coming unbidden now, rising and falling as my fingers slipped up and down me. As they parted my folds and explored my fullness and my head thrashed from side to side until they stopped, until my eyes locked on the sight of me in the mirror.

Her body pale in a soft kind of way but flushed with desire, with the heat of her pleasure. A redness growing only in timbre until it seemed to burst out from her from the heat of her need. Lancing out to the tips of her body, making fingers fly and nipples harden as her mouth fell open into an O and a loud groan of her pleasure echoed through the room around me.

And then it all got so much more intense when finally I dove in and felt myself in full.

One finger at first, plunging down past the folds of my sex and feeling the heat and the wetness of my pleasure. Pumping in to the fullness and then curling back, brushing against some place more intense than the rest of it within me and witnessing the shudder as the electric heat of it rippled through me.

Moving faster now. Moving so fast as that finger plunged into me again and again in a rhythm that was as needy as it was natural. Pumping in again and again in a pale mimicry of the rhythm of a lover that was disconnected from my own being but it was almost enough to satisfy now and more than enough to show me what it was that I could do.

There was a beauty in the way that this body responded to my touch. Her back aching and her legs quivering and her toes curling and her whole self shaking. Rushing faster now. Rushing faster and headier as one finger was joined by another and then an errant brush of her thumb against her clit at the top of her sex registered enough of a response that it became a focus.

Not in me now, instead focusing on that hard nub which was revealed too quick and became the sole focus on my attention. Making circles around it and drawing the wetness from within my sex to make it all so much easier and all so very much more intense.

Focused. Small circles and then little flicks and all of it only adding to the fire in my belly and the electric rush that was a circuit running rampant through me connecting all of it.

A riot of sensations. A call and response and a need nearly sated and it was all so much that I could barely even register it and it could only make it all so much more intense.

Her cries falling into a repeat and growing so loud that I had to clamp the flat of my other hand over my mouth to drown it all out. Short sharp barks as the moans reached a fever pitch and they became so clear, so evident, as soon all I could hear was the slick sound of my hand between my thighs and the ragged rough breathing caught and cut off by the clamp of my hand.

I was close. Oh god I could fucking feel it I was so goddamn close and I wanted it. I needed it. I needed that release that had been promised to me and had been told to me by the person who had told me they had gone through this before and they were not fucking lying and I knew it now.

This body which was so new to me now that the sensations were all so new but still they were undeniably mine and undeniably alluring.

Because it was better as her. She could feel more and she could take more. She could make me crave like I had never craved before and I knew that I wanted more from it. I wanted all that I could give myself and more.

I wanted, with all of me, to feel that final release. But I knew at the same time that it was so dangerous.

That giving myself this meant potentially losing everything I thought I wanted and I didn’t know if I cared anymore.

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