Jerk Off

Then something stubborn settles in. This is your house too. You are not going to spend another morning hard and ignored just because she walked out.

You stay right where you are against the headboard, shove the covers down, and free your cock. It is already thick and heavy, the full 8.5 inches standing stiff from the earlier rejection. You spit into your palm and wrap your fist around it, starting slow, dragging the skin back and forth while you stare at the empty doorway she disappeared through.

The session stretches out. You take your time, rolling your hips up into your hand, thumbing the wet head, thinking about the soft curves of Natasha’s body under that robe and how long it has been since she let you touch them. The ache builds steadily. Your breathing gets heavier. Precome slicks your fingers. You are right on the edge, fist pumping faster, balls tight, when the bedroom door opens again.

Natasha walks back in.