Despite her fiancé’s obvious reluctance, a thrill of desire ran through Alli’s body. God, what was wrong with her? She was so hot tonight! It must be that damn dream, getting under her skin. For whatever reason, she was eager to spread her legs as Douglas finally dived in.
Well, maybe “dived in” wasn’t a very good description of what he did. It was more like he gave the slit of her pussy a few, tentative licks, like a finicky cat trying some new food it’s not sure that it likes.
Alli tried not to feel exasperated at her fiancé’s tepid performance. But God, this wasn’t what she needed at all—he wasn’t anywhere near her clit. He hadn’t even parted her outer lips to get to the place where she needed him most.
It was the same as always—Douglas always treated her vagina like it was a bomb that might blow if he handled her with too much force—or any force at all, for that matter.
She tried to concentrate on something else. As Douglas took a few more cat-like licks, images flashed behind her eyes—a picture of herself with her hands tied above her head and a blindfold over her eyes as a man with silver eyes devoured her pussy until she moaned and begged and…
Then the kinky image was gone because the licking stopped. Looking down, Alli realized that Douglas was already done. She glanced over at the glowing numbers of the bedside clock—less than a minute had elapsed.
“Douglas? Honey?” she asked, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of her voice.
“Sorry, darling,” he mumbled, coming up from beneath the covers and wiping his mouth fastidiously. “It’s just, you’re so, uh, wet tonight.”
There was mild disgust in his voice as though her natural juices were nasty somehow. Alli was reminded of a small boy saying, “icky!” and refusing to eat a new vegetable that had been placed in front of him.
“Sorry about that,” she said, trying to keep her temper. “It’s just that I’m, uh, excited to see you again. It’s been a long time.”
“Yes, it has. Well—should we get to the main event?” Douglas asked brightly.
Alli muffled a sigh. Apparently foreplay was over. Another glance at the clock let her know that less that five minutes had gone by since they had first climbed in bed together.
“Sure,” she said. “Why not?”
“Why not, indeed!” Douglas exclaimed heartily.
And, since Alli was already on her back, he simply climbed on top of her and stuck it in.
As always, it wasn’t easy to tell when he was all the way in. This was because, while Douglas didn’t exactly have a micropenis, his equipment was definitely on the small side.
Usually, Alli was a little bit dry because their abbreviated foreplay didn’t do much to warm her up and this made it easier to feel him inside her. But because she was so wet tonight, Douglas was slipping and sliding in and out like a Vienna sausage on a slip’n slide and she could honestly barely feel him at all.
Alli locked her ankles around her fiancé’s skinny hips, trying to pull him in deeper—trying to get some kind of sensation to scratch the itch that so desperately needed scratching. Unfortunately, this added stimulation only had the effect of making Douglas ejaculate prematurely.
Usually he was good for at least a minute and a half—sometimes two whole minutes. But tonight Alli felt him jerking and flopping like a fish against her while he grunted in her ear after only thirty seconds. A moment later he pulled out and shot his scanty load on her belly before rolling over on his back, gasping as though he’d just run a marathon.
“Well! That was something!” Douglas sounded quite pleased with their brief (five minutes and forty-five seconds long—Alli knew because she checked) encounter.
“Yes,” she said dully. She felt sticky and unhappy and completely unsatisfied. Her body still ached with unfulfilled longing and the place between her legs where Douglas had been only a moment before felt more like she’d been swabbed by a Q-tip than like she’d been properly fucked.
Alli sighed. Well, maybe they could go again in a couple of minutes and he would last longer. Maybe—
A snore from Douglas’s side of the bed popped her hopeful thought bubble before it even had a chance to get fully formed.
I didn’t even get a chance to get off on a fantasy, she thought resentfully. Plus, now she had to go get herself cleaned up before she could get to sleep. If she could get to sleep. The unfulfilled longing between her legs still nagged at her—an itch that needed to be scratched.
She could always finish herself off by hand—she usually did, to be honest, Alli admitted to herself. She preferred her vibrator, but it was kind of noisy and she was shy about using it around Douglas and possibly waking him up with its noise.