Cyrus? Who was he? Who was he to the company? What is his role? He likes literature, is good at dancing and probably everything else I could think of too. Maybe that should be my mission… he said he would definitely see me again. Maybe I should make a list, I should take down all the things I notice are flawed about him. Pick him apart until there is nothing I don't already know. Yeah… that would be best for the company, Tobias needs to know what kind of partner he is working with. You're just trying to find an excuse to be around him lots. He intrigues you and you want him in ways that are more than professional…
So what if I do , I am a woman I have needs. He is an attractive man intelligent, kind, dangerous, edgy, mysterious, a stranger. I growled at myself. Yes, a damn stranger and you are a damned fool if you think he will just fall into your lap. God knows he is probably dating someone, engaged, or worse married. I turned over and ignored the side of reason that screamed at me to listen to it and not be a fool. He is just so sexy though.
I started recalling all his features and a slow wet built up against my lips and thighs beneath the sheets. Cyrus who are you? I pressed my legs together gave a light squeeze then slid my fingers in between. It has been a long time though hasn't it, since you have been touched in all the right places. Since someone has cared for you, taken into account your needs and wants. Has made you explode in a moment of wild abandonment, since you moaned because a man made you and not because you made yourself. It's not a bad thing to self-pleasure. It is not a good thing to be alone for so long either.
My mom's voice rang out in my mind of how I should be married already. I take my career to seriously or so she says. Maybe you do take it to seriously maybe you need to get back out there and start dating again. It has been three years since Sam. And One year since that one night stand with Grant. I ignored that nasty little thought and instead moved my fingers faster in and out of my wet lips. Yes a very long time, but what's the point anything they can do I can do myself. I thought. So who needs them.
I closed my eyes and pictured his is gorgeous green eyes, blonde hair and intense jawline as I stroked myself gently.
The way he clenched his jaw when he was uncomfortable and the way his skin had glistened under the nights lights. I inhaled sharply as I remembered the way he pulled his body against mine and the press of my hips into his pelvis. The large bulge I couldn't help but feel but had tried to ignore. He hadn't been hard and it had still been something too large to ignore.
I traced the curvature of his lips and the way they had parted when he had kissed my hand. The way he had leaned forward for a kiss that had never happened. My lips burned as fi they had thought and I started to breathe in short rasping breaths as I brought myself to climax. With a soft moan I felt my body release in waves of pleasure my mind stuck on the image I had created one of his lips where my fingers presently were. I bite down on the edge of my pillow and let out a sigh of delight.
Did I really just masturbate to a complete stranger? I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the embarrassment I was feeling in the dark of my own room. I let out a sigh of content and instead let myself drift off into a bliss of milky white sheets and multiple orgasms.