Phoenix Rising(16)
But really, what was so bad about self-stimulation? Why had it always made her feel dirty, as if she should be hiding beneath the covers in the dark? Shoving the jumble of questions and ideas away, Jessa focused on her body. Especially on the delicious sensations she was feeling.
Still working her nipples between her fingertips in turn, Jessa’s other hand drifted lower. She hesitantly ran her fingers through the soft curls between her legs. A thrumming tension gathered in her legs. Jessa imagined a pair of hands lifting her legs and spreading them wide. Then a thick, hard cock ready to push into her body.
Her hand left her breasts and slid lower to spread her pussy lips wide. The air cooled her slick folds but only served to increase the aching want. Jessa sucked in a deep breath and slid her fingers boldly over the engorged folds of her vagina. Her back arched and a rush of hot cream drenched her hand as she savored the silky softness of her tender flesh.
The swollen entrance to Jessa’s vagina was thick with her own juices. Every heartbeat brought on a new gush of sweet cream. Her fingers were sopping, sliding wetly across her labia. Jessa spread her fingers and straddled her clitoris. When she flexed her wrist against the pubic bone, it sent her fingers sliding up and down her silky slit. It was maddening to have the friction so close to the swollen tip of her clit.
When she couldn’t take any more, she rested two fingertips against the sensitive hood of her clit and applied gentle pressure. Her hand moved quickly. The movement combined with her creamy juices to create a wet sound that was strangely erotic.
Eyes closed, she thought of Alex touching his lover’s pussy. Jessa wanted to feel that arousal, to smell and taste the excitement. Jessa wanted a man to fuck her like that. As if the only place he wanted to be was straining between her legs until he spilled his cum deep inside her womb.
Reaching down, Jessa wrapped one hand around the cool smoothness of the dildo. She imagined it hot and pulsing with life, eager to push its way inside her vagina. She gently ran the crown over her slit to lubricate the dildo with the cream rushing from her pussy. Relishing the feel of it slipping over the sensitive hood of her clit, she positioned the enormous cock at the entrance to her swollen sex.
Jessa was positively aching. Every nerve from waist to toes was in flames. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples hard as diamonds. The anticipation of feeling that firm cock slamming into her vagina released another gush of cream from deep inside her body. There was a longing inside that had never been so acute.
Jessa closed her eyes and pushed the cock deep on the first thrust. It was thick, thicker than anything she’d ever felt inside her vagina before. Her hips bucked involuntarily to ease the insertion. The movement sent the cock further inside, bumping lightly against her cervix. Jessa had never realized how empty she was inside. The dildo’s smooth length caressed the ribbed muscles of her pussy with gentle insistence. She’d never felt so full in her life. There was a sucking noise as Jessa pulled the dildo away from her vagina to prepare for another hard thrust. As she continued this rhythm, the wet sound increased before evolving into a slapping, smacking noise that was sexier than she ever would’ve expected.
Jessa’s sex grew swollen. Numb fingers kept the hood of her clit pinned wide open. By teasing the nub at its most sensitive point, she was rewarded with a shudder that rippled through her body. The cock slid further in. Heat pooled at the base of Jessa’s spine, dripping down the backs of her legs and making her buttocks tingle.
A sound reverberated off the bedroom walls. It took several screams for Jessa to realize the voice was hers. A wave of tension hardened the muscles of her backside. The heat inside her pussy intensified. Another surge of cream saturated the dildo as Jessa increased the thrusts and fucked her pussy harder. She could feel the peak coming and rushed to meet it.
Her mind spun out of control, locking briefly on images of Alex’s hard cock thrusting in and out, the Gothic Princess on the counter, the random couple screwing on the table…herself bent over the mahogany bar, Connor’s huge cock pulsating with life as it slammed in and out of her pussy. Images of Connor, dripping sweat off his clean-shaven head while grasping her hips and fucking her senseless.
No. Connor had no place in her life. Certainly not in her sex life. And yet the image wouldn’t quit.
Heat enveloped her body and her vagina exploded into orgasm. The undulating waves crashed, tremors seizing her body and forcing the cock to slow as her hand was soaked from a massive spurt of her own cream.
Dazed, it took Jessa several breaths to realize that she’d ejaculated. She didn’t do that. Not with Will, not on her own. Was there something wrong with her that her body seemed to crave such things?