Not with the way I-
My middle fingertip brushed against my pussy.
I groaned loudly and my knees bent.
I curled my fingertip.
My wet lips eased apart and the second I touched my clit, my heart doubled in pace.
My hips thrust forward.
I smashed the back of my hand against the bathroom sink.
I didn’t care.
I had this need inside me. It was instinctual. Almost like a survival mode had been flicked on and if I didn’t have an orgasm in the next thirty fucking seconds then the fucking world was going to come to a fucking end!
Oh… god… COME…
I ran my middle finger up and down.
Speed.Check.
Force.Check.
Thinking about…
Joe! Okay? I’m thinking about Joe!
I groaned, pushed from the bathroom sink and spun around.
My butt hit the sink and I jumped up, then leaned back.
My right hand still down the front of my pants.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned.
My legs began to quiver with excitement.
The pending rush…
Oh, fuck… yes…
I heard a knock at my hotel room door.
I ignored it.
My brain and pussy didn’t care about anything except-
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Then came the voice.
“Hello? Is anyone in there?”
A very happy voice.
A man’s voice.