From inside my panties (fuck-prose)

It's summer so I'm still in bed around 7 a.m.  I'm alone, and the house is still silent.

My first thought is the last thing you said, and it haunted me all night. I know I'll wake up aching for release, thinking about comforting your cock with my liquid aching. And everything yearns for that completion, from the tip of my toes to my eyelashes, evertything is desperate to be touched by you.

I sleep in fits, fantasizing about you as I fall in and out of the night.

As the sun peeks through the window, I'll be exhausted, and aware that I still ache, and my panties are soaked through.

I'll trail my hands along my stomach first, pretending it's you, and run the tips of my fingernails along my thighs, wishing you were exploring me so thoroughly.

Then I'll close my eyes and slip my right hand under the sheer fabric of my panties, thinking of you licking me all the way up my dripping wet slit as my left hand trails back up my torso and hugs my breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers as I dip my corresponding fingers into myself, and use that wetness as lubrication.

My pussy is a stimulation banquet, I feel like satin, and I'm slowly working myself... slowly... a little bit of pussy, reveling in the wetness, teasing my g-spot as I tease the other breast, and sliding back up and rubbing my clit under the now-steaming curtain of my panties.

I'm walking through my fantasy du jour, which lately is you, all you, you, fuck, everywhere you, and it's you between my legs, teasing me, working me, getting me there, taking me to the edge and then pushing me over. Licking me, sticking two fingers in and fucking me with your fingers while your tongue finds the rhythm that makes me squirm against you, push against your face, dig my fingers in your hair and forget how to breath.

And I'm almost there at this point, it's all clit, and it becomes a two-handed ordeal. Two fingers from my left hand spreading me, while I rub fast, hard, but not too hard, and every fucking muscle in my body tenses in that moment, right before, and I try to drag it out as long as possible but I neeed it, fuck I need it so bad. My toes literally curl in, and my back arches, and my pussy clenches as the first set of waves rushes over me.

I keep the pressure on my clit, and I'm so sensitive at this point, and think of you, rising up, roughly kissing me, tasting myself on your face as you push at me through the panties, and then move them over and slide into me... and I have to bite the pillow to keep from crying out as the second orgasm hits me, right on the back of the first...

And I still keep a little pressure on my clit as the waves ebb, and my thighs tremble a little... and the alarm goes off.

I hit snooze, and drop back against the sheet, I bring one finger to my lips, just to see what I taste like, and then throw a pillow over my head because I'm being a total idiot, and now that I've gotten off, I have nine minutes to daydream about fucking you, and falling asleep limp on your chest, and charming pillow talk, or daydream about how I'd like to return the favor and pull your now-sated cock in my mouth and suck you back to hardness, and take you down my throat.

And those minutes pass fast, and I have to get out of bed.. and still so fucking sensitive, I can barely stand to change my panties to dry ones, the first thing I do is grab a cup of coffee, and the second thing is to tell you good morning, and remind you that as you go about your day, I'll be fucking your face through my panties.