The warmth from between her legs tingled through her again, this time so intense that it caused her to take in a quick breath. The flow of air sucked in, passing over her lips and sliding between her teeth, making a soft hissing noise.
I guess I could just do it really quickly, she thought, bringing her hands back to the top of her waist. I'll just get myself off, that way I'll be able to sleep. There's no way I'll be able to get any rest right now if I don't.
It was like her pussy was begging to be touched. It throbbed between her legs with an aching desire. She was already wet. She could feel it. Her natural lubrication had already coated her pink lips.
Lily wanted to ignore it. Part of her wished she could just roll over and go
to sleep, maybe just pretend that the entire evening had never happened. It wasn't possible, though. Not with the memory of Wyatt walking in on her. With that on her mind, the urge to masturbate grew more intense.
Something in the way he looked at me, she thought, gently biting her bottom lip. I'm positive now. He was definitely checking me out. There's no doubt about it. He practically took my panties off with his eyes. I could feel it and I even though I shouldn't have, I wanted it. I wanted him to undress me right there, to place his lips all over me, to kiss me on every square inch of my body.
Lily became lost in thought. The taboo fantasy pulled her in. Without even realizing it, she'd pulled her pajama pants and panties down a couple of inches. Her pussy was still covered, but wouldn't be for too long. Each thought of Wyatt caused her to jerk her pants down a little bit further.
And God, that suit of his, she thought. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips, as she remembered how good he looked all dressed up for his gala. He seemed powerful in that suit, like the kind of man who could have anything in the world that he wanted. The kind of man who would take control of a situation and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
And those eyes, she continued to fantasize. Those green eyes and that beard and those muscular forearms. Not to mention that bulge of his package that's always visible when he wears dress slacks.
Lily had lost control. If there was still a part of her mind that wanted to hold back, it was currently on vacation.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of water running. It was coming from behind her, through the wall that separated her room from Wyatt's.
He's taking a shower, she thought, with a smirk. That means he's naked.
That was the last thought she needed. She pulled her pajama bottoms and her little white panties all the way down to her ankles. Then she relaxed her knees outward, letting her legs spread apart. With her clothing around her feet, her legs opened into a loose diamond shape.
Her left hand was on her belly, but her right meandered downward. She went slow, dragging her fingers across her bare flesh until it neared her pussy.
Fuck it, she thought. If I'm going to fantasize, I'm going to do it right.
Lily had a wild and vivid imagination. She could think up any idea she wanted and make it feel real. It was one reason why she'd gone to college to study the arts. She needed an outlet for her creativity. It was also why part of her always thought it would be fun to write a romance novel. That way she could paint the sex scenes however she wanted.
She could feel the warmth as it radiated from between her thighs. She let her hand drop a little further, until her middle finger grazed over her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. The friction against the sensitive nerve bundle sent a pulse of pleasure through her, causing her to gasp.
She closed her eyes and imagined Wyatt getting out of the shower. She thought about him wrapping a towel around his waist and coming down the hall. The thought of it turned her on even further. Any scenario would work, though, as long as it involved Wyatt coming into her bedroom.
Lily, on the bed, her knees parted and her legs spread. Her pink pussy glistening as she massaged her clit. She dipped her finger downward, letting it slide into her opening.
God yes, she thought.
Then she fully allowed herself to sink into her imagination. Reality slipped away and her fantasy took over.
The door of her bedroom turned and she glanced toward it. Wyatt poked his head in to see her with her panties down. At first she was shocked and tried to cover herself up, but he told her not to.
“It's fine,” he said. “Let me help you.”
With just a towel around his waist, Wyatt stepped into the room and carefully closed the door behind him.
“Wyatt, are you sure?” she asked.
His eyes locked with hers, but just for a moment. Then he broke the gaze and glanced down her body, to where her fingers were buried in her hole. His eyes seemed to dilate and he took a few steps toward her. She couldn't help but to watch him move. He was so muscular, his skin so tan. He was just perfect in every way. The definition of a true man.
“What if Maggie wakes up?” Lily asked.
“I locked the door,” he said. “Plus, she's sound asleep. You really tired her out today.”
He approached the bed and Lily's eyes dropped down to the towel that was around his waist. Underneath the front of it, she could see the bulge of his hard cock.