Sue Storm Sucks Her Thumb

It was little things, at first.

Wiping her mouth.

Touching up her lipstick.

Lingering over every forkful of dinner.

Playing with the toothpick, long after it was necessary, just holding it in her mouth, enjoying the mouthfeel of the little mint-flavored sliver of wood, holding it there in a way Sue hadn't since before she was pregnant with Franklin.

After that—when Reed was in his lab for the night, and the children were tucked into bed—Sue found herself in the mood. She pulled the oversized Fantastic Four t-shirt she wore as a nightgown off her body, and pulled down her matching blue panties. Lay in bed, in the dark, and explored her body.

The strong thighs, from years at the gym. The flat, hard-packed abs, from decades of dieting. Breasts still high and sensitive, despite two pregnancies, with only that slight sag that came from breastfeeding. Down between her legs, the carefully-trimmed golden thatch and the tight, wet slit that was so often neglected by her Mr. Fantastic.

And her lips, so soft, so swollen, so kissable, so fuckable—

Sue bit the thumb of her left hand as the fingers of her right found her clit. Eyes closed, she imagined if Reed was here. His rubbery cock stretched to her lips. What she would do if—

"Mmmm," Sue moaned around her thumb as she sucked on it. Some primal sensation triggered in her brain. A reversion, perhaps, to childhood, teething. Except her other hand was still rubbing at her clit. Her hips bucked even as her cheeks hollowed, sucking as hard as she could as the anticipation built and built between her legs. Tasting the flavors of her skin, a splotch of sauce from dinner, the salty grit that had gathered unseen under the nail.

"MmmmMMMMWH!" the Invisible Woman moaned as an association grew in her mind.

She lay naked on the bed in the aftermath, thumb still stuck in her mouth.