Touching My Pussy Because I Missed Him ♕

Touching my pussy until he could touch it for me

Touching my pussy wasn’t my first thought.I stood from the kitchen table, away from my phone, and from the books that were scattered around. My husband was on a business trip and he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. It had been a week now when there was only me in this house. It didn’t feel like I had to tidy up as much, so that dropped by the wayside.

There must be something wrong, I just hadn’t figured it out.

For the whole day, it felt like there was some kind of unrest inside me, the type of feeling that was always there when it felt like you were meant to do something, but you couldn’t remember what that should be.

I went back into our bedroom. It was so quiet without him around. I could lie on our bed, but it was still different without him.

I hugged his pillow to my chest. It had been a few days now, but it still smelled like him.

Maybe I never realized that I would miss him this much. This wasn’t even the first time he had gone on a trip of some kind; I never felt like this before, though.

There was a flame in my stomach now. Before I knew it, my hand was touching my pussy. Maybe this was what I was missing?

My hand seemed to have a mind of itself and I started rubbing myself.

Mmm…

It felt right. My pussy started contracting, maybe this really was what was wrong. I wanted some action and I wanted him to be here to touch me, but he couldn’t be here, not now.

I touched my pussy but it wasn’t enough.

So I threw his pillow to his side of the bed and stripped myself. A spark of electricity traveled through my body when I slipped my fingers into my wet slit and rubbed my clit more.

If he was here with me, he would roll his eyes. Watching me touch myself always made him hard as hell, but he still said he didn’t like it. I loved to tease him, but I loved his cock more.

When would he be back here with me?

I slid a finger into my pussy. My walls squeezed me, but… this wasn’t as good as what he could do to me. I wanted more!

Pushing in another finger, I almost screamed at how good it felt. For my hungry pussy everything felt great. I slid my fingers in and out while I rubbed my clit while touching my pussy.

My body arched as I was getting so close. The pleasure was burning inside me. I needed this so much. Some pleasure, and…

I was so close to my release. But it felt like no matter how much I squirmed and fucked myself with my fingers, it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

There were tears from me when it was a struggle to stay sane. I needed this to work!

“Touching your pussy, huh?”

I flinched and stared at the door. My man was standing there watching me.

“You’re here.”

“Yes, surprised?” His voice was strangely cold, which made the fire inside me even stronger.

He was here. Did it mean I could now have his cock inside me? Maybe that was what I needed to get my release.

I moaned. “Come here and take me hard! I missed you!”

“I missed you too.” He came over. He was still in his suit, definitely overdressed for the occasion.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth, pushing my tongue against his lips.

He groaned and squeezed my boobs. “Look at you, touching your pussy.”

“Because you aren’t here with me.” I shivered when the desire in me burned even stronger. “Or would you rather I get another cock to feed me?”

“Fuck no!”

He growled and shoved his rock-hard cock into my juicy wet pussy. My pussy pulled him in, hungrily sucking him. He swore under his breath with fire in his eyes. “Fuck, you are tight. Squeezing me so hard already?”

“Stop the tease!”

When his cock was so hot and hard inside me, I could be burning at any second.

He chuckled and finally started moving that juicy piece of meat. “It’s only a few days. You just can’t live without me.”

“That’s right, I can’t. Fuck me harder!”

When he loved to get an ego boost and when he was inside me, I wasn’t left with many options.

He let out a low growl and pounded deep inside me until I squirmed and screamed from the intense sensations.

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