Imagery For A Married Woman On The Edge
She said it wouldn't work. I told her to indulge me. Started slow. At the sides of her breasts. Barely grazing there. Watched as her nipples hardened instantly. Told her how beautiful it was. To see a physical manifestation of desire. She extended a few vowels while explaining it never worked in the past and that I really didn't need to try. I nodded and kept going. Worked down from the sides to the front, going from one finger to four fingernails, still light, and watched them harden more. She arched her back and said we could probably do something else. I agreed we probably could, after I was done with this. Came up the front slowly, carefully avoiding them. Still barely there. She said it was starting to make her a little crazy. I said that was exactly my aim. Circled her nipples closely, without touching them. Could see her biting her lip as I did. Let my middle fingers brush the ends and asked her if she wanted me to stop. She shook her head no. Quickly, so her hair danced against her neck and my face. Asked her what she did want. She quietly said more. Drew my fingers from the edges of her breasts towards her nipples and away, barely catching on them as I did. Repeated this until her her arms raised on their own and her fingers grabbed the door jam. Watched for a moment as she hung there, then took them between my thumbs and fingers and began to roll, watching her hips move in the same subconscious rhythm. Leaned in to her ear and explained what was happening. How all the times this should have been done were still in her, untouched. How I was going to find them all and take every one of them. How I could feel the sparks going from my fingers down her spine. How I would keep sending them, until there was no gap. Just a live wire running through her. How she would never get hard like this again without thinking of me. How the idea of that made me smile. How I would be able to do this discreetly at bars or standing in line for the theater. How I could hear her worrying that she was doing nothing while I was taking care of her. How she should lean back, so she could feel the hard length of me against her thigh. How that would free her from worry. How in a moment, I would bring my fingers and thumbs together and literally squeeze what belonged to me out of her. How she would stop breathing, arch up on her toes and feel it run out of her. How I would hold her up like this until I knew I had all of it. Every little bit. How that wasn't going to be enough. How she would come housewives wants real sex Cumberland Island down and want me to fill her where I had built the wet ache. How I wouldn't do that yet. How I would let my tongue and teeth free on her breasts and nipples while she held the door jam. How that would make her shake harder than she already was on the ends of my fingers. How after this night, she would never have to make excuses for the failure of others.