𝐔𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚 [𝟏𝟖+]

35 - intruders?

•Giana•

Fuck, I'm so pissed off at Nicolas right now.

He told me to use my fucking hands. Even though I was the one who said I had hands in the first place, he still doesn't get the right to say that to me.

I know he wants me too, so he needs to stop with all that cockiness. I can see how hard he gets every time I'm around his horny ass.

I fucking hate this. I hate feeling like this.

I've never had a man make me so desperate for their attention and Nicolas brings that side out of me. Anytime we're alone, I pray he makes a move on me. I always want him to touch me, and I get wet for him in an embarrassingly quick way.

Nicolas isn't the worst company, and he certainly isn't too horrible at making me feel good in bed.

You know what, I'll try my hands.

I bet they're better than Nico's hands.

I get out of bed and head towards the door. I lock it and jump back onto the bed.

I make myself comfortable and lay down on my back. I shrug my pants and top off, leaving me in my panties.

I've touched myself before, but I have never been this desperate for a good release.

God, I feel like a teenager again. A horny one.

My right hand snakes it's way down my stomach and to my heat. My fingers move my panties out of the way and I lightly add pressure to my clit, causing my hips to buck up. My middle finger slides up and down my slit. I can the feel wetness dripping out of me, just thinking about Nicolas.

I stop my finger at my entrance and slowly push in. I couldn't even get half way in, without it hurting. When Nicolas did this, it felt uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt like right now.

Am I doing something wrong?

I hate being a virgin sometimes.

I take my finger out and bring it back up to my clit. I move my finger in slow, pleasurable circles as I let out soft moans.

My eyes close themselves at the waves of pleasure running through me. My imagination takes over my mind and I think of Nico's hand doing this to me, instead of mine.

I picture his large, tattooed hand cupping my pussy. His deep voice, praising me and telling me how dirty I am for being this soaked for him. My left hand makes its way to my breasts and I squeeze them.

I envision Nicolas grasping onto my tits, massaging them in the best way possible. His index finger and thumb pinching my nipples as he leans down to my neck, leaving more pampered kisses.

I move my hand faster on my clit, feeling a familiar knot and pressure building up in my stomach. I moan out again, my mouth falling open to an 'O' shape.

"Shit." I whimper.

My hand starts feeling sore and tired of rubbing, but I don't give up. Not yet.

How does Nicolas have the stamina to keep his hands moving?

I'm so close, so fucking close.

My bottom lip makes its way in between my teeth and I circle my fingers in faster motions. My hand kneads my breasts harder, to add to the buildup in my stomach. My fingers lightly pinch my clit and that's all it took for me to come undone, all over my hands.

An orgasm rips through my body and down my legs.

"Nico." I moan out, softly. His name rolls off of my tongue before I could even stop myself. He's not here, but I can still feel my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.