Late Night — Annabeth Leong

Sarah had been touching herself since midnight. She knew she had to stop soon–it was nearly four a.m. and she had work in the morning. But the desire for one more orgasm pushed her on and had been pushing her for hour after hour.

She mashed her vibrator, turned up to the highest setting, against her clit and strained up against it. Sweat rolled off her forehead and into her eyes and ears. She couldn’t see her computer screen anymore, couldn’t read the words that had kept her so worked up all this time. Her hair was soaked, as were the sheets beneath her on the bed. The hours of vibration from her device had numbed her wrist.

Still, Sarah’s clit felt bigger than ever, hot against the point where it contacted the vibrator. She rolled her hips up against the device, but by now her orgasms didn’t come easily. She climbed toward orgasm over and over, only to fall back flat exhausted every time, never quite crossing into it. Her cunt pulsed, aching to be filled.

She pushed the vibrator harder against her, shoved it inside herself, but it felt like it just couldn’t go in far enough. No matter how long she spent, she just couldn’t fuck herself hard enough.

Her hand on her clit was not his hand on her clit. She could make herself come, but she couldn’t help herself–when in the throes, she eased off every time. Her lover wouldn’t.

Sarah knew that if the vibrator were in his hand, he would keep at her while she came, pushing her pleasure farther than she thought she could stand, until it flirted with becoming pain. If his cock were in her, he would drive in deeper when she began to spasm around him. If he were above her, there would be no falling back exhausted. Sarah’s cunt would lift up toward him almost of its own volition, right up until the moment she passed out, she was sure.

Thinking of him made her pussy pulse again. That out of reach orgasm seemed imminent–she just needed a little more. She shoved her laptop aside, nestling it in the tangled blankets beside her on the bed. The heat of her body made her realize just how much she had been exerting herself all these hours. Her feet pointed so hard in her tortured ecstasy that she thought her ankles would break.

She dropped the vibrator to the floor beside the bed and attacked her clit with her fingers, rolling it frantically, her forearm aching. She was going to come, she was coming and coming, and it still wasn’t enough.

In the darkness of her bedroom, she rolled her head to the side and moaned his name. “Miss you,” she breathed as she came, yet again, for him.

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Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush anthology. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat, and a story in the forthcoming Cleis anthology Passion: Erotic Romance for Women.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/