*This is the first short taste of more to cum…*
**Part One**
Three weeks…it felt like three years.
Without Hyde beside her everyday, she felt the pain of his absence deeply but not wanting to think about the reasons for his absence. Besides the longing of seeing his face and the side-stitching laughter of his unique humour, the ache of missing his presence and touch was deathly.
Looking out into the garden from behind the glass panel in the kitchen, vapour was accumulating on the pane. It was a chilly day with the sun barely showing itself, she couldn’t steer her mind away from the hungered thoughts of her and Hyde together. Her breath quickened as she remembered the way he held her, each memory shortening her breath, turning the vapour on the glass into droplets.
Without realising, she had pressed her breasts against the glass, relieving the heat building up inside her. Her button-up blouse was in the way so she unbuttoned the first two buttons, letting the fullness of her breasts above her bra, firmly press against the glass. She wanted Hyde with an ache and hunger she herself could not describe, with her left hand she pulled up her skirt, feeling her trembling thigh. This was supposed to be his job, he was supposed to touch her, make her hot and wet. She wanted his touch and she wanted his tongue to trace her pussy until she begged him, she wanted his fingers sliding inside her, one by one.
The mere thought had her clit throbbing and although she wasn’t able to see, surely glistening with a creamy line of lust.
Her legs were unstable so she moved to their favourite sofa in the lounge, this just intensified her desire for him, remembering everything from their cuddles to their fierce sexual acts. Not having him for so long, she was left desperate to release her sexual needs and removed her moistened panty, her skirt still hiked up to her hips she spreads her knees and releases the last two buttons of her blouse, leaving her heavily heaving breasts in the bra, the need to feel her wetness and make her cum was becoming urgent and with her left hand she parted the blood engorged lips and the middle finger of her right hand pressed lightly down at the base of her entrance, softly dragging it up to her clit.
The pain and aching was so intense as she remembered how his tongue would lap up the juices of her lust for him, how his fingers played inside and around her pussy. As she remembered this, she copied his movements as if he was there, her two fingers now rolling around her clit and then with more firmness rubbing up and down. She wanted to cum so badly, her heart thumping and hips grinding against her hand. Her left hand was trembling so much, she grabbed the cushion in her fist beside her, she was on the brink of cumming yet didn’t want to stop, afraid of missing him and seeking his light brown skin, she was so sure he was present. Rubbing her clit and briefly sliding her fingers inside and out again she was going to let go and feel his spirit enter her, moans from deep beneath could not be stifled and her knees jerked apart as a fiery hot orgasm shuddered through her body. It came in many waves, the same as he had done to her, not wanting it to end she carried on rubbing gently, every part of her wet pussy quaking and pulsating.
Lying satisfied in body and lonely in spirit, she curled up around the cushion, still in her left hand and inhaled his scent. His scent was still there and so she fell asleep peacefully for the first time since he left.
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