2am.
She looked at the clock, her insides knotting up, her skin on fire, her heart pounding in her chest, throat, ears, everywhere. Priya looked at the sleeping form beside her and sighed, out of longing or frustration, she wasn't quite sure.
It had been six months since they were last here together, the day they broke up. She knew it had been the right choice, they both did, but that still didn't make six months of celibacy any easier. Their relationship had been wild, crazy, passionate. They would be in screaming arguments one minute and tearing each other's clothes off the next. Despite all their differences, everything that made them unhappy, neither of them could deny their intense physical connection.
She really shouldn't be here. They were trying to be friends, and so she'd come over for dinner, to "catch up" and aside from the occasional playful flirting or lingering touch, the evening had passed smoothly and without any awkwardness, as she'd previously feared. And if she'd only caught that last train home...
But she hadn't, and here she was, practically vibrating with desire and unable to fall asleep. It had just been so long! So long since she'd had a man's lips on hers, male hips pressing into her, strong hands ripping her clothes off, someone inside her... Him. Him inside her. Who was she kidding? It wasn't a man she craved. It was Rafael, her ex boyfriend, the tall, tanned, lean body lying next to her peacefully asleep, or so she thought.
Consumed with thoughts of him pinning her down, him trailing kisses down her throat before he entered her, causing her to moan loudly with desire, Priya found her hand straying down her own body. She lightly stroked her breasts, running her thumb across her hardening nipples which were aching for Rafael's mouth. She continued down her smooth stomach, pausing briefly at the waistband of her black lacy briefs. She hesitated. What if he woke up? What if he thought she was some kind of pervert, touching herself while he slept? And yet, she could feel how wet she was, and she knew the problem wasn't going to go away on its own. She slipped her hand under the waistband and within a second her fingers acquired their target. There.
Right. Fucking. There.
Priya gently moved her fingers, her index and middle, in slow circles around her throbbing clit. She was soaking, trembling with need. A small gasp escaped her lips and she quickly shot a look to her left just to make sure Rafael hadn't woken up. All clear. She closed her eyes, her fingers moving faster. She just needed to cum and then she knew she'd be able to sleep. She found that familiar rhythm, the one she knew would bring her to the edge without fail and her hips starting moving, as if in agreement with her hand which was moving like a blur at this point.
