He called me ‘little angel’. Had it been intentional, or one of those slips of the tongue that would never happen again? I liked it. It made me feel small, and protected, and loved. I wanted to be loved. Needed it. For someone to care that I even existed.
I tidied up our coffee mugs, washing them at the sink in the kitchen, and then I rechecked the locks, and went up to bed.
I should have showered, but I truly was tired. Once I’d used the bathroom, and brushed my teeth, I slid into my bed. My mind replayed the evening. Him. Adam. Older than me, but deliciously handsome. Those caring eyes of his. That smile.
And then I replayed the kiss. The way his eyes went from gentle and caring, to intense, and full of desire. At least, that was how they looked in my mind. Like he desperately wanted me. I brushed my fingers over my lips, remembering how his mouth felt on mine. How he gently teased at my lips, his tongue flicking at them, before it slid into my mouth. I sighed, and sucked my fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, as I replayed the memory again.
I still felt heated, and needy, and that’s why my fingers found their way into my underwear. As if they had a mind of their own.
Picturing Adam again, I slid them over my clit, hissing in a breath, as I felt a tremor of desire. In my mind, Adam didn’t stop with that kiss. He didn’t stay sweet and gentle. His hand looped into my hair, tugging my head back, so he could plunder my mouth, his tongue thrusting against mine, as our bodies pressed and rubbed together. My fingers circled my clit, as I watched the fantasy play out in my head.
In my mind, Adam slid his free hand down to my pyjama bottoms, and then he pushed his fingers inside my clothes, sliding them over my bare skin, as I moaned, and tilted my hips at him.
As he slipped his fingers inside me, in my fantasy, I plunged my own fingers inside me, letting out a soft moan as they slid between my wet folds.
Fantasy Adam relentlessly finger-fucked me, against that wall, as his tongue fucked my mouth, and my own fingers thrust into my wet pussy over and over, and when I slid them back over my clit, I suddenly erupted, letting out a gasping moan, as my body flexed against the mattress. Wow… who knew my fingers could make me come like that? But, weren’t they really Adam’s fingers?
I fell asleep with my hand still tucked inside my underwear.