Nessa sat at home the next day, feet tucked under her on the couch. All her appointments were done for the day, and she was taking a much needed break, knitting a cowl for herself.
Well….trying to knit a cowl. She hadn’t gotten any further in a bit…the Great British Baking Show playing on her TV.
Last night had been…she was still processing her feelings about last night. She had texted Ian when she had returned to her apartment, and nothing had been said about…what had happened in the mall parking lot.
In fact…she and Ian hadn’t really talked at all. A goodnight text last night….a good morning text today. Then….nothing really.
Nessa put her knitting in its basket and closed her eyes, laying back on the couch. Subconsciously she reached up and stroked her throat, remembering the feel of Ian’s hand across it….the pressure as he pressed lightly.
Nessa opened her eyes, brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, “Alright self…stop just skirting the…topic here,” she muttered to herself, “You aren’t doing yourself any favors here.”
She had felt….desire…when his hand pressed against her throat. A dark edged desire.
She wiggled her shoulders a bit and laid further down on her couch.
Her eyes were still closed as she analyzed how she had felt. It had felt good…she had felt a rush between her legs, heat rising through her body.
She felt it now just thinking about it.
She moved her hand from her throat, stroking down to her breasts and cupping them through her Tea-Rex shirt and bra. Her palms felt her nipples grow hard and she squeezed them gently….then more firmly, a gasp breaking out of her lips.
She licked them, feeling her mouth dry as she rubbed her legs together, thighs clenching. One hand stayed teasing her breasts, the other drifted further down and moved under her pajama pants, stroking herself over her underwear.
She slipped one finger under the edge of her underwear, stroking her folds. She squeezed a nipple hard as she flicked her clit. She moaned, hips rocking, and she stroked her clit again, whimpering.
She wondered if Ian…would squeeze her throat again if she asked. The thought made her feel better, and she moaned quietly again, a finger slipping inside herself.
Her phone rang. And Nessa’s eyes shot open, hands moving away from her throbbing pussy….her aching breasts. She took a minute to breathe, then grabbed her phone, looking at the name flashing.
It was Ian. Her hand quivered. She swallowed hard, moving her finger to answer it, hovering over the green answer button before she swiped it.
Another lick of the lips, and her voice was breathy as she said, “Hello?”
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