Dylan: Slip to Escape

dylan can’t sleep. the work day consumed thirteen hours and though she
feels mentally drained from her constant hiding, a peaceful night’s
sleep cannot find her. she presses back farther into her feather
mattress, hoping that it will bring her closer to rest. but she’s
restless. she feels hampered in nothing but her pink boy shorts, laced
around the edges.

without thinking, the hands that were placed at her sides begin to
move across her sensitive skin. of their own accord, her fingertips
trace lazy patterns along her abdomen. she’s an artist in her own way,
skilled with her soft strokes. her mind drifts as her fingers slowly
and purposefully make their way up her taut figure. she drags her
fingernails across her chest, looking down at the rise and fall of her
shallow breaths. she can’t deny the sensation she feels just from the
small glimpse.

she begins to ease up on her incessant self-teasing and gently
massages her breasts. she cups them in her hands and explores the skin
underneath, near the top, on the sides until she cannot resist the
magnet that draws her to her aching nipples. finally, she allows her
fingers to capture the caresses they’ve been desperate for. with her
hand, she twists and pinches her nipples causing the most delicious
chills to run up and down her. a gasp escapes from parted lips and is
stifled by the back of her other hand. she becomes more earnest in her
touches as she rubs and works her tits. the more she works, the more
she earns the feeling of her excitement building… in her mind, on her
skin and dripping between her now trembling legs.

her eager hands blaze a trail down her stomach once again. just a
brief visit with no intention of hanging around. she can only think
about one thing – the throbbing, hunger and yearning desire that begs
for attention. it’s a plea that she’s never been able to ignore. she
slips underneath pink lace and plays with the velvet skin just above
her wanting sex. she can hardly stand the torment she inflicts upon
herself. after exercising all of the self-control she possesses, she
allows her hands to pass the invisible barrier that leads to her
center.

she loves the feeling of thick slickness. the smooth pulsating heat.
the friction that mounts as her fingers wet, work, circle and slide.
glides along the folds of her radiating skin. her tongue curls and
brushes against her top lip. her teeth grip the bottom. dylan begins
to relax as the tension swells inside her. her whimpers grow in volume
and frequency.

“oh fuck…”

the first words since she left her office.

“mmmmm….”

she gives up control of her own form. her pussy gives all of the
orders. faster. harder. panties off. slide in. just like that. deeper.
faster. harder. 1 finger. now 2. she’s in a frantic frenzy trying to
meet all of its demands.

“god… damn…”

dylan gets lost in the electric currents that travel through every
inch of her. inside of her, fingers melt. reluctant to be pulled out
of the warm envelope of her fleshy walls. she drenches herself as she
seeks out all of her hottest spots and fucks them with eager
intensity.

she winds herself tighter. an explosion becoming inevitable and
getting closer as each moment goes by. she raises her hips slightly to
meet her finger’s steady strokes. her free hand finds its way back to
her breasts. squeezing with less gentleness and more desperation. each
touch causing a gasp, a moan, a groan and a whimper. she has to remind
herself to breathe. oxygen isn’t nearly as important as the orgasm
that is churning inside of her, ready to be released.

dylan fucks her wet pussy with fervor and uses her thumb to stroke her
throbbing clit. the combination nearly leaves her undone.

“fuck!”

she’s done it a million times and can’t believe how incredible it
still feels. she fills herself with herself - makes tight, quick
circles around her clit. tiny beads of sweat form on her forehead and
she knows she’s close. she amplifies the assault on her pussy –
hitting all the right spots again and again. every cell in her body
feels like it’s been struck by a match. a warmth covers her and with
unutterable cries, her climax rocks her.

“oh god… fuck! shit…”

powerful tremors shake her at the core, emanate through her veins and
flow to her entire body. sensational waves ripple out through her
skin, touching every part her. her pussy grabs her fingers with a
tightened grip that contracts and relaxes. pools of wetness pour out
of her, down her ass and dripping down to her sheets.

her sounds are no longer words, just groanings of intense,
inexpressible pleasure.

she lies still for a moment. soaking in the gratification and letting
it continue to wash over her. she tries to catch the breath that long
since left her writhing body. she sweeps the damp hair off her
forehead with her palm. relearning how to breathe. she presses her
legs together and closes her eyes with the quivering sensation it
creates.

she runs languid paths over her stomach again until her hands
leisurely return to her sides. at last, the sleep she was searching
for finds her.