Her gaze dropped to the phone on the bathroom counter.' I have his number. I could call him... '
She hesitated, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. ' No, not now. I'll wait a few days. Let him stew a bit. Keep him guessing.'
She stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistening on her smooth skin as she padded into the bedroom. The automatic shades dimmed the room, darkening the windows just enough to ensure privacy while still offering her a view of the glittering city skyline.
After drying off, Lyra reached for her favorite moisturizer, rubbing it into her skin with slow, deliberate motions. The scent of vanilla and amber filled the air, a comforting, luxurious ritual she never skipped. She slipped into a loose, oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder and a pair of simple panties.
' Wine, ' she thought. ' I need wine.'
Leaving the bedroom, she wandered into her pantry, pulling out a chilled bottle of her favorite red. She poured herself a generous glass and made her way to the plush couch in the living room. Settling in, she flicked through her streaming options before settling on a movie she'd already seen a dozen times.
Max, as she affectionately called him, finished his dinner at her feet, licking his chops before curling up beside her.
But even as the movie played, her focus drifted. The wine did little to dull the growing heat inside her, a persistent ache fueled by vivid memories of Travis. Her hand absentmindedly brushed against her thigh, and she let out a soft sigh.
' Damn it, Travis,' she thought, her cheeks flushing as the memory of their night together consumed her. The way he'd looked at her, the way he'd touched her—it all left her craving more.
Her breath hitched as she shifted on the couch, feeling the dampness beginning to pool beneath her. She frowned, annoyed at herself. ' I should've brought him back...'
She drained the last of her wine and leaned back, closing her eyes. ' Now I'm stuck touching myself tonight, ' she thought with a wry smirk, already imagining the release she so desperately needed.
Lyra sighed, the weight of the day pressing on her shoulders as she climbed the stairs to her room. She paused at the doorway, waiting for Max to enter before quietly closing the door behind him. The room was cloaked in silence as she switched off the lights, casting it into soft shadows. She stretched out on her bed, but sleep eluded her, her mind too restless. Across the room, Max settled into his bed, his presence a steady, distant comfort.
But Lyra remained awake, sitting back against the headboard, her thoughts adrift.
Thinking of Travis sent a surge of heat coursing through her, igniting an unfamiliar and intoxicating ache deep within. It was as though her very being had been set alight, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. Her chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, her skin flushed and tingling under the spell of her thoughts.
His image lingered vividly in her mind—his smoldering gaze, the way his voice sent a thrill down her spine. The memories unraveled her composure, and a wave of warmth spread across her cheeks and neck. She bit her lower lip, the subtle pressure grounding her against the storm of sensations building within.
With trembling fingers, she allowed her hand to drift lower, tracing the soft fabric of her panties as she gave in to the growing need that consumed her. Her touch was hesitant at first, delicate as though testing the boundaries of her own desire. Each brush of her fingertips sent electric jolts through her, her body arching involuntarily at the intensity.
Her thoughts stayed anchored to Travis—his intensity, his magnetism. She imagined the feel of his hands, his mouth, the heat of his body pressed against hers. The vividness of the fantasy made her gasp softly, the sound breaking the quiet stillness of the room. She teased herself, her fingers skimming the edge of pleasure, her breaths coming in shallow bursts.
The pleasure mounted, consuming her as she surrendered entirely to the moment, her body trembling with each passing second.
As she continued to stimulate herself, Lyra felt a familiar heat building within her, her body responding eagerly to her touch. With each passing moment, her arousal intensified, her panties growing increasingly damp with desire. Before she knew it, they were completely soaked, the unmistakable sound of her slick juices filling the air as she moved her fingers with increasing urgency.
*Slip* *Slishh*
The sound of her arousal echoed in Lyra's ears, mingling with the vivid fantasies that danced through her mind. With each stroke of her fingers, she imagined herself entwined with Travis, lost in a frenzy of passion and desire. The thought made her smile, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she allowed herself to indulge in the delicious fantasy unfolding before her.
With a sudden surge of boldness, Lyra pushed her panties aside, her fingers plunging into the slick warmth between her thighs with abandon. She gasped at the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as she explored herself with fervent determination. Her movements grew more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she edged closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
As Lyra's pleasure mounted, she found herself teetering on the brink of release, her body throbbing with need as she sought out that elusive peak of pleasure. And then, as if guided by instinct, she found it - her G-spot, a source of unimaginable pleasure nestled deep within her core.
The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her body as she arched her back in ecstasy. A primal cry tore from her lips as pleasure consumed her, her essence gushing forth in a torrent of blissful release.
*Splishh* *Splatter*
Her juices flowed freely, a clear stream of ecstasy cascading from her core as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins. The couch beneath her was soaked, her essence mingling with the fabric in a testament to the intensity of her desire.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Lyra collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She felt spent, utterly spent, her strength sapped by the sheer intensity of her climax.
"That felt sooooo good," she murmured softly, a contented smile playing at the corners of her lips as she basked in the afterglow of her ecstasy. In that moment, she felt a sense of fulfillment unlike anything she had ever experienced before, her body sated and her mind at peace.
TO BE CONTINUED