Excerpt (unedited) ... Alison's Awakening - sequel to Reluctant Substitute

With the knowledge Jaxon was going to be back in the office, my sub-conscious woke me well before my alarm was due to sound. All night, subliminal carnal images of him performing obscenely erotic acts on, in and to my body, had heightened my lustful appetite to climb so high, my inner thighs were sleek from animalistic longing. Dammit Jaxon Connors, how in the fuck are you able to do this to me? I was so turned on that I instinctively knew the only way I was going to rein in my soaring desire was to satisfy myself with a quick orgasm---to try and release some of the white hot, impassioned tension hardening through my stomach and tingling through every one of my limbs after all those sinful images of Jaxon’s ministrations had played through my head all damned night.

Reaching one arm out, I grabbed my cell up from the bedside cabinet and deactivated the alarm. The last thing I wanted was the blaring distraction of my cell going off with what I had in mind---especially right at the wrong moment---that would be a buzz kill.

Laying back down in a supine position, I inched both hands beneath the top of the sheet covering my body. Beginning on the outside contour, I slowly and sensuously skimmed the heel of my palms over the heated flesh of my naked and abundantly curved breasts, unable to resist cupping the warm heavy weight of one in each hand, wrapping my fingers around and massaging and squeezing the soft flesh until a gasp of need wrenched from the depths of my throat in the stillness of the room.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my lids closed languorously when I teasingly brushed my palms back and forth over the tips of my hardening nipples, my sharply drawn breath echoing loudly in the darkened bedroom when the urge to pinch them hard was just too overwhelming to ignore. The small of my back naturally arched up off the bed as the back of my head pressed back hard into the pillow beneath it, my knees involuntarily knocking together from the unexpected arrow of desirous need shooting straight down to throb behind my clit, intensifying the electric impulse to allow myself to come when I felt the sensitive nerves swelling with longing, begging for my touch. Not yet…not yet.

I wanted to tease myself mercilessly---wanted to prolong the burning flames of climbing desire through my core until I drove myself crazy and couldn’t stand it a moment longer---only then would I succumb and acquiesce to the temptation of tipping myself over into nirvana---even if only for a brief few seconds. Fuck---I bet Jaxon could make it last longer than a few seconds. As soon as the thought passed through my head, my body shivered all over envisioning the imagined anticipation of what he could to do to me.

With a covetous moan passing through my lips, my heart beat ratcheted up a notch and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. With my hips rocking gently up and down, and an urgent need now pulsating heatedly through my veins, I slid my flattened palm hastily down over my stomach until my hand cupped around the fiery heat of my saturated pussy. Oh fuck. The palm of my hand was filled with my warm juices, the scent of my arousal wafting out in a slow puff of air that reached my nostrils when my legs drew up, raising the sheet that was covering me.

My mouth began watering, and without a second thought about what I was doing, I withdrew my hand from the heat of my pussy and brought my palm up to my face, deeply inhaling the musky essence of myself that was coating my palm, all the way down to the tips of my fingers. Holy fuck. Breathing in my own sweetness was so erotically provoking, so seductive, so enticing, that I couldn’t resist the tantalizing impulse to taste my creamy nectar. My mouth opened and I extended my tongue, flattening the surface of it before I placed it against the heel of my drenched palm. Dragging my palm in a downward motion, my tongue licked up the entire length of my hand until I thrust all four fingers in my mouth, my lips encompassing their entire length to suck the unexpectedly delightful taste of my juices from their surface. Oh God---

With another needy moan escaping from my throat, I thrust my hand back down beneath the sheet, seeking out the sweet, slick wetness coating my swelling folds. Using two fingers, I slid them effortlessly between my outer lips, separating them to nudge the sides of them down the outside of my throbbing, swollen clit. My legs jolted, and the small of my back immediately arched high up off the bed as my hips drove into the mattress from the magnification of intense pleasure that simple touch elicited from my overly aroused body.

I slid my two fingers lower, plunging them into the warm dark haven of my tight channel while my free hand continued to caress, squeeze, pull and pluck at my erect nipples, each one in turn. My mouth hung open, my throat relinquishing another salacious moan that reverberated even louder through the room this time as I extracted my soggy fingers, sliding them sleekly up and across the top of my hardened clit. My throat worked at double time, swallowing the sudden influx of moisture while my dripping fingertips worked quick circles around and over my sensitive, enlarged nerve endings.

With rapid acceleration, my fingertips worked my core into a frenzy, a heated flush working its way across my chest, up through the base of my neck until my cheeks felt like they were glowing. My lungs had taken control of my breaths, but the short, shallow pants only served to increase the heat infusing my neck and face, and did nothing to dry out the copious amount of saliva filling my mouth as my fingers focused on a single, determined mission of tipping me over the edge of the precipice, urging my body into giving in to that final moment. With a loud, unabashed cry wrenched from my throat, ripples of ecstasy began to convulse through me with increasing intensity as my thighs and stomach tensed, my inner channel clenching furiously as an explosion of intolerable pleasure consumed my whole being. Ohhhh---fuuuccckkk.

With my hand motionless between my legs idly cupping my flooded and still quivering pussy, I was gasping for air, my lungs working frantically to replenish the amount of oxygen my body needed. The sheet beneath me was sticking along the moistened length of my back while my body jolted with such pleasurable aftershocks, I knew without a doubt, I couldn’t move---so I didn’t even try.