The Billionaire Player (In Too Deep)

As had happened to me so many times before when I replayed those memories in my mind, my clit started aching for his touch. I’d never actually done anything about it, but tonight, as I thought about him and the feel of his lips against mine, my hand traveled to the waistband of my pajamas almost of its own accord.

I didn’t put a stop to it this time, figuring it was better to get it out of my system before I had to see him again in a few days’ time—if he accepted one of my proposed dates for our first meeting. Even if he didn’t, I’d be seeing him again soon. Better to just have the damn orgasm over him than to sit there obsessing about it when I see him.

My fingers slid further down, but I didn’t touch myself where I so desperately wanted to just yet. Unfortunately, I wasn’t one of those lucky ladies who could almost just think about an orgasm and have it happen for me.

I needed more than that. A lot more. Teasing my fingers along the insides of my thighs, I thought about how good it had felt to have him underneath me. It had been the closest I’d ever come to climax without even having him touch me. If we’d carried on for only a few more minutes, I’d have come from the dry humping alone.

As I brought my fingers ever closer to their eventual target, I gasped and moaned, only giving in and pressing my finger on my clit when I was writhing with need. I drew circles around it with my fingertip, closing my eyes and imagining that my hand was his instead. That this was what had happened instead of him pulling away that night.

I pictured what his face would’ve looked like if I reciprocated, lowering myself down on my knees in front of him and taking his cock in my mouth. Unlike so many others, I actually liked giving a blowjob, especially when I was really into the guy.

Immersing myself completely in the fantasy, I sped up my movements as I imagined going down on him while his fingers strummed my clit. In my mind, it wasn’t uncomfortable and his arm was totally long enough to reach.

When I couldn’t hold back anymore and couldn’t even think about stopping, I let go and came with a soft shout of his name.

There. That should do it, I thought as I drifted off to sleep when the pleasure subsided and my body relaxed. Now I’ll be able to focus only on the work that needs to be done when I see him again.