So I did what any girl would do. I stopped giving a fuck about the man next to me and instead pushed down my panties, pulled my tank top over my head and threw it across the room. My hands slowly found their way to my breasts, fingertips grazing over already hardened nipples. As much as I loved any breast play, or any kind of drawn out foreplay, I was dripping onto the sheets. I let one hand remain on a breast as the other quickly found its way between my legs.
I drew in a sharp breath as I felt my fingers brushing over my clit. The first touch was always my favorite, it was the one touch you’d been craving and the one touch that was the start of it all. I didn’t waste any time, I started rubbing my clit, the pleasure sending shivers down my spine as soft moans escaped my lips. I couldn’t stay quiet, not when every touch set fire to my skin.
I was lost in the moment, eyes slipped shut and fingers furiously rubbing away at my clit that I barely paid attention to the movement on the bed next to me. Before I knew it, my legs had been pushed apart, my hand had been moved and the tip of a cock was teasing my entrance. I knew exactly who it was before I even opened my eyes. But when I did, a smirk appeared on my lips and I stared up at my boyfriend who stared back at me with eyes dark with lust.