Masturbation Monday: Don’t Come Yet

Hot baths, bubbles, good sex. I hope you enjoy the story!

Come over. Please.

I grunted under my breath at the text. I had too much to do. I had no time for anything resembling a life, let alone a quickie with him.

I really can’t. I’m sorry. Next week?

I bit my lip in anticipation of his answer. I was surprised he hadn’t ended our arrangement. The little dots that indicated he was typing drove me mad. Was he typing and then erasing to start over? I felt as if time were passing at super speed, but I knew better. The second hand on the clock mocked my need to flee the building to get to my next task – a hot bubble bath at home. Tonight was the only night I had off and I wanted to enjoy some time alone.

Don’t be mad. I have a surprise for you. See you soon.

See me soon? Doubtful. I grabbed my things and headed out of the building. I was determined to make it home in one emotional piece. As I walked, I breathed. I listened to a walking meditation podcast. I breathed when it told me to breathe. I focused on relaxing my muscles and trying to enjoy the sights, even though I saw them every day, twice a day.

When I reached my apartment building, I felt marginally better. The meditation would probably be much more effective in a park, but all I had was steel, concrete, and reflective glass. Before entering I replied to tell him that I appreciated him, but there wasn’t any time.

I knew Jesse wanted more. I just couldn’t give him what he wanted. Not that I wanted to lose him, either. I was being selfish and keeping him on a long leash and yanking it back when I needed him. When I had time for him. Taking one last deep breath, I headed inside and up the stairs.

The door to my apartment was open a crack and I heard soft jazz playing inside. At first, I panicked. And then I thought about Jesse’s text. Fuck. He must be here.

I pushed the door all the way open, while squatting down behind it, just in case. You never knew when a psycho had entered your home, after all. No one jumped out at me, no one shot at me. I peeked over the top of the couch while hiding behind the door. Roses sat on my little coffee table. A bottle of wine was set out on the kitchen counter. I smelled jasmine in the air.

Almost there, but not quite. I needed… something more.

Intrigued, I closed the door and locked it behind me. Probably stupid if it truly ended up being a psycho, but it was ingrained in me to lock the door. I slipped off my heels and lightly stepped towards the bathroom. Inside, I found a hot bubble bath drawn and a glass of wine sitting on the vanity. I slipped away and checked the bedroom. Then I checked the closet. Jesse had to have been here, but there was no sign of him now.

The bath was too inviting to ignore, so I stripped and climbed in. I wanted to gulp the wine, but after that first sip, I couldn’t allow myself to waste it. It was red and rich and if I could afford to bathe in it, I would. I grabbed a rolled up towel and put it behind my neck, then covered my face with a washcloth. I sat back and found myself thinking about Jesse, about how sweet he had been, and so patient.

My hands drifted over my skin, eliciting tingles of pleasure as I caressed myself. I couldn’t stop there, I had gotten myself all worked up and a new form of tension settled inside. I cupped and squeezed my breasts, the same way Jesse would. I gripped my nipples and pinched, sending signals down below.

A gasp of pleasure slipped my tightly pressed lips. I went back to running my fingers along my skin, lighting little fires every place I touched. Finally, giving in, I put my fingers where I needed them the most, right between my thighs. Wiggling and stroking, I worked myself into a frenzy. I just needed something a little more. I wished I had grabbed my waterproof toy, but I hadn’t thought about it.

Adjusting my hips and throwing a leg over the side of the tub renewed my faith that I’d get off. The washcloth slipped off and into the tub, rubbing against my breasts as the water sloshed with my frantic movements.

Almost there, but not quite. I needed… something more.

I opened my eyes to find Jesse there, watching me, his eyes sultry and heated. I felt as though my skin was scorched with his mark in that moment. I’m his.

“Don’t stop. Go deeper.”

His voice was a growl and I felt as though he were truly holding himself back from ravishing me in the tub. Following his instructions, I delved deeper into myself. The washcloth still teasing my skin as it moved back and forth with the water enticed me in the strangest way.

“Let yourself go, Elana.”

I let my head relax into the towel pillow and continued to plunder myself. Finally, I used my other hand to tease my clit. A moan ripped from inside me, little shocks ran along my nerves.

“Not yet, Elana. Don’t you come yet.”

Reopening my eyes, I hadn’t even realized they’d closed, he was pulling me out of the tub and carrying me to bed. Jesse didn’t even bother removing his clothing, just freeing himself from the burden of his zipper and undershorts.

His mouth and fingers moved me to new heights as he pushed inside and I was forced to sink my nails into his upper arms, to hold on while he rode me like a beast.

When we finally regained our breath, Jesse pulled me close and tight to him, kissing me all over my face and neck. “I’m sorry. I know it’s been rough with your schedule. I needed to see you.”

“No, I’m sorry. I need you, too. I hate myself for pushing you away. Will you stay with me?”

“Yes”

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