13. Alice

ALICE

F lipping onto my stomach, I yell into my pillow.

My limbs flail, and I let out as much frustration as I can.

But it’s not enough.

With my eyes squeezed shut, I boost myself up onto my knees, my shoulders still on the mattress. Then, shifting my weight, I reach a hand down between my legs.

Wet. I’m soaking wet just from reliving the few embarrassing interactions I had with Michael in my mind.

Good god, what would it be like to have his hands on me?

To feel his hand sliding down my belly.

To feel his fingers work their way into my panties.

To feel his fingers brush against the slickness of my sex.

Would he gasp? Groan? Growl?

Would he tease me? Running his fingers up and down my slit?

Or would he plunge in, stretching me around his thick fingers?

Would he play with my clit while whispering dirty things to me?

His sexy lips brushing against my skin.

His breath feathering across my neck.

My body seizes with the first waves of an orgasm, my pussy clenching around nothing.

With thoughts of Michael dancing in my mind, I collapse back onto the mattress, where sleep finally takes me.