smut sample for you

She looked at his face again in the dim, orange light. He was so handsome, obviously. And she was drawn to him, completely. All the times he had stopped by, between each time, she couldn’t stop thinking of him. The entire time she was making the machete, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he would say and do when he saw it.

And now, here he was in her bed. She could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Conversely, he could reach out and touch her. A shiver raced up and down her back. She wished he would. She had trusted him again and again, having him sleep with her while she was drunk, trusting he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want.

A shot of desire raced up her spine. The exhaustion was fading and the haze of the tranquilizers had left her. Her hangover was gone. Her fundamental love of her life, her fundamental enjoyment was back. It couldn’t be suppressed.

Should she wake him up? He must be as tired as she was. Her body was tired, her mind was tired, but that wiggle of desire was coursing through her. They’d had so many moments, but nothing was completed.

Maybe she’d just take care of her own business. A giggle burbled up from her belly. Something about that was wildly amusing. If she could do it without waking him up. Then when they woke up, if she could keep the little smile off her face.

She rolled to the side of the bed and found her bottle of lube in the dark of her drawers. She slid her hands under the blanket and slid her panties off. She looked over at Monte’s sleeping face and smiled.

A dripple of lube on her fingers and she began exploring herself. A soft moan and she clenched down on any noise she would make. She’d be silent. Although, waking him up might not be a bad idea.

She began touching herself, the same circles, both inside and outside as always, but looking over at Monte’s face occasionally, biting her lips and eager for the release. She could feel the pull of her hips, the inevitable circles they wanted to circle in, the siren song of her entire body getting into the search for pleasure.

A sudden grunt and hitch of her hips jiggled the bed. She froze and watched his face. He shifted, but appeared to still be asleep. She giggled and began again.

 

pg 2

Because when's the last time you trembled from delight?

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