about a nap?”
“Sounds great,” he said, snuggling on his end of the couch.
It didn’t seem to occur to either of us to cuddle. Truthfully, I was glad he didn’t ask.
Chapter 9
I woke up alone at five-thirty the next morning, when my internal alarm went off. I was a little stiff from having slept on the couch for – I glanced at the clock to confirm this – eleven hours?! Wow, Aaron really had worn me out. I smiled and sat forward, noticing a note on the coffee table.
Lyssa,
I thought I better get some sleep. Less chance that you might ACTUALLY kill me if I’m well rested, right? Text me as soon as you know your schedule for the weekend… or if you can take today off work?
– Aa
I stood up, and stretched, feeling like I had slept harder than I had in years. I walked upstairs, slowly, smiling as I stepped on the stairs where Aaron had taken me last night. After so many hours of sleep, it kind of felt like a dream. If he hadn’t left a note, I might have convinced myself it was.
In the kitchen I was disappointed to realize I’d forgotten to set up my coffee maker. I sighed and got it going. My coffee being late threw me off schedule, so I decided to take it easy and just do some yoga.
I headed into my bedroom and rummaged through my drawer for my yoga clothes. When I turned around and saw my still-made bed, I felt a chill run through me – a warm chill, if that was possible. In my mind’s eye I saw Aaron again, naked under me. My heart beat faster, and I felt heat gather between my legs. Oh my god, when did I become an insatiable, sex-crazed divorcee? I shook my head to clear it and started to change into my clothes. But when I turned to my mirror, and saw myself naked, I… I actually got aroused again. The thought of what Aaron had done to my body, with my body, got me hot and wet.
I sat on the edge of my bed, where Aaron had sat, and looked at myself in the mirror. Spreading my knees a little, I reached up and caressed my own breasts. Then I reached into my nightstand for Big Ed.
When Scott had found him, he’d acted horrified. Now I realized he’d been intimidated: Big Ed was only slightly bigger than Aaron, but a lot bigger than Scott. A lot .
I’d never watched myself masturbate before. But in the last day, I’d done several things I’d never done before…
I turned Ed on, and ran him along my thigh, shivering with anticipation. How could I possibly be horny again already? Making up for lost time? Not just the years since Scott and I had last been intimate, but really, all those years before. Scott would never have fucked me on the stairs, or in the garage, or gotten me off in the car. Everything about Aaron was so… erotic.
I pinched my own nipple and eased Ed inside me, wincing a little. God, I was sore! My body was sore from actually using it. It felt amazing. I eased Ed in and out me, watching myself in the mirror, intrigued at how red my nipples and lips had become, how flushed my cheeks were, how much my pupils had dilated. I groaned as I fucked myself, enjoying my own body in ways I never had before. In the past, I’d always masturbated quickly and furtively, afraid someone would try the door and wonder why it was locked. Of course, I’d masturbated in the months since Scott left – especially after a few of those dreams about Aaron – but doing it in the light of day, watching myself in the mirror was so… empowering. I’d never felt sexier.
I slid Ed out of me, and laid him against my clit. I thought about Aaron, lifting up on his toes and fucking me into oblivion on the stairs. Squeezing my nipple with my free hand, I felt the hot rush of my orgasm and moved my hips in time with the waves of sensation, finally collapsing back onto the bed.
I dozed off again, and woke up about an hour later, smelling the coffee and feeling deeply, deeply relaxed.
I got myself a cup of coffee and headed into the shower, still feeling dreamy and relaxed. And really, really
“Sounds great,” he said, snuggling on his end of the couch.
It didn’t seem to occur to either of us to cuddle. Truthfully, I was glad he didn’t ask.
Chapter 9
I woke up alone at five-thirty the next morning, when my internal alarm went off. I was a little stiff from having slept on the couch for – I glanced at the clock to confirm this – eleven hours?! Wow, Aaron really had worn me out. I smiled and sat forward, noticing a note on the coffee table.
Lyssa,
I thought I better get some sleep. Less chance that you might ACTUALLY kill me if I’m well rested, right? Text me as soon as you know your schedule for the weekend… or if you can take today off work?
– Aa
I stood up, and stretched, feeling like I had slept harder than I had in years. I walked upstairs, slowly, smiling as I stepped on the stairs where Aaron had taken me last night. After so many hours of sleep, it kind of felt like a dream. If he hadn’t left a note, I might have convinced myself it was.
In the kitchen I was disappointed to realize I’d forgotten to set up my coffee maker. I sighed and got it going. My coffee being late threw me off schedule, so I decided to take it easy and just do some yoga.
I headed into my bedroom and rummaged through my drawer for my yoga clothes. When I turned around and saw my still-made bed, I felt a chill run through me – a warm chill, if that was possible. In my mind’s eye I saw Aaron again, naked under me. My heart beat faster, and I felt heat gather between my legs. Oh my god, when did I become an insatiable, sex-crazed divorcee? I shook my head to clear it and started to change into my clothes. But when I turned to my mirror, and saw myself naked, I… I actually got aroused again. The thought of what Aaron had done to my body, with my body, got me hot and wet.
I sat on the edge of my bed, where Aaron had sat, and looked at myself in the mirror. Spreading my knees a little, I reached up and caressed my own breasts. Then I reached into my nightstand for Big Ed.
When Scott had found him, he’d acted horrified. Now I realized he’d been intimidated: Big Ed was only slightly bigger than Aaron, but a lot bigger than Scott. A lot .
I’d never watched myself masturbate before. But in the last day, I’d done several things I’d never done before…
I turned Ed on, and ran him along my thigh, shivering with anticipation. How could I possibly be horny again already? Making up for lost time? Not just the years since Scott and I had last been intimate, but really, all those years before. Scott would never have fucked me on the stairs, or in the garage, or gotten me off in the car. Everything about Aaron was so… erotic.
I pinched my own nipple and eased Ed inside me, wincing a little. God, I was sore! My body was sore from actually using it. It felt amazing. I eased Ed in and out me, watching myself in the mirror, intrigued at how red my nipples and lips had become, how flushed my cheeks were, how much my pupils had dilated. I groaned as I fucked myself, enjoying my own body in ways I never had before. In the past, I’d always masturbated quickly and furtively, afraid someone would try the door and wonder why it was locked. Of course, I’d masturbated in the months since Scott left – especially after a few of those dreams about Aaron – but doing it in the light of day, watching myself in the mirror was so… empowering. I’d never felt sexier.
I slid Ed out of me, and laid him against my clit. I thought about Aaron, lifting up on his toes and fucking me into oblivion on the stairs. Squeezing my nipple with my free hand, I felt the hot rush of my orgasm and moved my hips in time with the waves of sensation, finally collapsing back onto the bed.
I dozed off again, and woke up about an hour later, smelling the coffee and feeling deeply, deeply relaxed.
I got myself a cup of coffee and headed into the shower, still feeling dreamy and relaxed. And really, really
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