Natalie finishes

Natalie shifted her hips lower on the bed, bracing her feet flat against the mattress. Her fingers moved quicker now, circling her clit in firm strokes as she reached over to the nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and grabbed the dildo. The one that she’d shoved in his boxer briefs, earlier that very day.

Her grip wrapped around the base, guiding it between her legs. The tip pushed against her entrance, before sliding up over her clit. A breath pulled through her teeth as her body quivered at what the feeling of the toy represented in her mind now.

…Then she’d beckon him closer, guiding his hand to replace hers, pressing his fingers into the same spot and hold them there until he understood exactly what she needed. She’d keep her hand over his, forcing the pressure she was looking for. Her hips grinding against his fingers until her thighs began to tense in the fantasy.

But in reality, her own hand moved with the same rhythm, two fingers circling her clit while the other held the dildo deep inside, her body was slowly rocking to match what she pictured. When it wasn’t enough, she imagined pushing his hand away and taking over.

Natalie repositioned herself onto her knees, placing the large dildo beneath her. After a few rushed passes through her lips to make sure the tip was lubricated with her own juices, she lowered her self onto it.

She imagined herself straddling his lap, knees planted into the bed on either side of his waist as she guided him to her entrance. Her body already wet and ready to receive him. She’d hold him steady, with her hands on him and sink down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her. Her breath sharp through her nose, her jaw tight, and her body stretching to accommodate him.

The first inch was always the hardest part, but once she got the large dildo past the entrance, the stretch and sense of being filled was delicious. She savored every bit as she imagined Aiden under her, with her free hand gripping the comforter instead of his chest.

She imagined his hands moving to her breasts and his thumbs brushing her nipples as he cupped the weight of them. In her mind, he wasn’t hesitant anymore, he touched with desire, squeezing and tugging at the sensitive nubs. Watching the way her breath became ragged and her hips moved faster in response.

Natalie mirrored it, letting one hand come up to her chest. She slid her palm beneath her top, fingers catching her nipple between them, pinching just hard enough to match the pull she imagined from him. Her hips worked in a steady rhythm, sinking down onto the toy again and again. Her thighs flexing to let her lift and lower, and her core tightening with every stroke.

She pictured his mouth now, open against her breast, tongue dragging over her taut nipple. His hot breath on her, and his eyes never leaving hers as she rode him.

She kept the pace. Rocking forward, then back, the toy buried deep. Her clit brushed against the edge of her hand each time she bottomed out, and the stimulation made her jaw drop open.

In her head, he grabbed her hips, finally unable to hold back. He guided her faster, urging her on with rough grunts and that same hungry look he’d given her legs on the couch.

Her own hips met the imagined ****, grinding down as her thighs started to tremble. She adjusted slightly, angling the toy until the pressure hit just right with the thick length dragging against the swollen spot inside her, repeatedly.

She imagined leaning forward, chest to chest.

The toy slipped out as she moved, but she didn’t pause. She grabbed a pillow and repositioned herself, pressing her chest and stomach to it, using it to simulate laying against him, legs parted. The pillowcase clung to her skin as she reached beneath herself, one hand steady on the mattress, the other guiding the dildo back to her entrance.

Her hips lifted just enough to slide it in again. The stretch returned and the pressure made her gasp. Her fingers found her clit, circling with measured strokes as she adjusted.

She imagined being on top of him just like this, her body stretched out over his. She could almost feel his chest pressing into hers, breathing into him. Her hips grinding down as she whispered for him to stay still, to let her take it the way she needed. Her hands placed at his sides as she started with a slow pace. He’d feel how wet she was and that she could take all of him, too.

On the bed, her body followed the pace of that image. Her arm curled under her, the toy buried deep, each grind dragging across the spot that made her legs tense. Her clit throbbed beneath her circling fingers.

She imagined looking straight into his eyes like she had on the couch, while letting him massage her feet. It may have been a small physical barrier they broke, but symbolically for her, nearly all of her walls came crashing down in the aftermath of everything else since he moved in.

And now, imagining him beneath her, riding him and slowing when she’d feel him start getting to close. Just to feel him lose control beneath her as she set the tempo and the mood.

Her breath came faster. Her stomach pressed into the bed. Her fingers were soaked and her thighs were trembling from working in the current position. The toy stretched her on every thrust. The same toy she’d used on Lisa.

Lisa, his mom…

Take care of my little boy.

The voice sliced through her mind.

Natalie stopped cold, as her hand froze. Her whole body clenched at the thought of Lisa. The room was suddenly quiet except for the erratic breathing and pounding of her heartbeat in her ears. Her face went hot.

Fuck! What am I doing?

She pushed up from the mattress fast, breath completely shaky as she was ripped out of her state of arousal at the last moment. The dildo slid from her, her legs damp and unsteady as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her panties and shorts were crumpled on the floor. She didn’t even reach for them, her mind still stuck between fantasy and reality.

She needed air. Water. Anything.

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