A few breaths later, my climax hit, and I moaned into the air, crying out my pleasure as my orgasm rippled through me…
My movement slowed as my orgasm faded away. I opened my eyes to my bedroom and sighed. Though my fantasy was beautiful and amazing, it was only that. But it did the trick to curb my need.
As I caught my breath, I wondered how the real thing would feel with him. Probably nothing compared to my imagination. The whole act would probably be longer too, not to mention much, much more satisfying.
That was the problem with masturbation. It only worked to curb the craving. Never fully satiating it. My body knew what it wanted, after all. And though the substitute took the edge off of my need, my hunger would return and in full force soon enough.
I climbed off my pillow and tossed the thing back to the floor and then reached toward my nightstand and grabbed my alarm clock so I could make sure it was set. I tried to push the last of my waning need within my sex to the back of my mind. The last thing I wanted to do was miss out on a single second with Guy. Even though I might be forced to come home and revisit my sex pillow. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was the safest bet though.
So long as my interactions with him sent my hormones through a frenzy, my sex pillow and I were going to get to know each other a whole lot better. Especially considering fucking myself might be the only way of making it through each visit with him.
At least, for now.
And God help me, if my pillow ever stopped working.
I turned off the lights and crawled underneath my sheets, anxious for the morning to come. Just as the images from the night started to play through my mind again, blending in with the ones from my fantasy in a delightful, erotic dream, my hand dipped between my legs to help stave off the last of my body’s desire for pleasure.
Holy hell I was still wet.
I bit my lip as my fingers slid along my slick, wet pussy, dancing around my clit.
I groaned as I pushed two fingers inside me, just inside the entrance. Bringing them back up, I brushed along my clit. My legs quivered and I sucked in a shuddering breath. I used my free hand to massage a breast, pinching my nipple between my fingers and rubbing. Already the pressure between my legs had increased. A little bit more and I would have another release.
I sighed as a flood of pleasure gushed from between my legs. My legs quivered and my hand jerked as my orgasm throbbed through my hips.
After my orgasm faded away again, I closed my eyes and tried to invision what Guy was doing right at that same moment. Was he sleeping? Was he touching himself while thinking of me? It wasn’t long before my dreams took over, and they were far better than I thought they could be.
4
GUY
Sleep was a difficult thing to achieve shortly after Cadence left. My body buzzed from our interactions, and I was full of energy and excitement, and my dick was hard for her. The sensations coursing through my body was a pleasant change to the things I had grown accustomed to as of late. Though I tried hard to lay on the bed that felt as though it was made from cement, sleep still wouldn’t come. Even after the alcohol numbed my senses and my nerves.
My mind wouldn’t settle, and I worried about whether or not she had made it home okay. I never received a message letting me know she got home, and I was worried something had happened. Of course, that meant my mind went through every possible horrible scenario, which only worked to push sleep even further away.
I was stuck between a somewhat literal rock and hard place. The rock being the bed I laid on and the hard place being my erection that wouldn’t go away.
Needless to say, I had a rough night. Normally, the whiskey relaxed me enough to get deep, soundful sleep, but even after an additional drink about an hour and half after Cadence had left, my mind still wouldn’t slow down and let me rest.
I had spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, barely falling into unconsciousness. Every sound that happened around me startled me wide awake and it would take another twenty to thirty minutes for me to relax enough to let my eyes close again.
Once the sun rose and started shining its obnoxiously bright light through the thin curtains that covered the window next to the door, I gave up on getting any more rest and decided to head on over to the cabin. I let myself in after I parked in front, lit a fire in the fireplace, and then started taking stock of things I would need to take care of sooner rather than later.
The first thing I noted was the severe lack of firewood in the house. There was even less stacked on the front porch. Part of me wanted to ring Ezra’s neck, but I really couldn’t blame him or his roommates for being excited to see their mate.
Having a long-distance relationship had to be rough.
I didn’t want to find out what the kitchen situation looked like. And for the time being, it didn’t matter. They were things I would be able to deal with later on.
Besides, Cadence had promised to visit me in the morning, and I had a feeling she would arrive soon, and I wanted to be fresh and clean for her arrival.
I was so excited to hang out with her again. And since I still had yet to hear from her, I was anxious to discover for myself that she was okay. Maybe she forgot to text when she got home. She did mention she was tired. At least, I thought she did. Of course, I probably could have messaged her and asked her if she had gotten home okay and if she still planned to come out, but I didn’t want to seem needy or too concerned when it wasn’t my place to be. She was her own woman and I needed to trust her.
I also needed to be patient.
Though the very thought of her had made my dick hard.
Touching her. Tasting her. Hell, just being in her presence was all I was able to think about. But having a damn near constant boner wasn’t going to be a good impression when she finally showed up. In fact, most girls I knew cared extremely little for that. That sort of thing tended to make them more uncomfortable than anything. And that was the last thing I wanted for Cadence.