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been like this. Shouldn’t we be making love now? Shouldn’t we be exploring each other’s bodies, getting to know what each other liked? Wasn’t I meant to be guiding his furtive hands over my body, showing him where I liked to be touched – the areas of my body that, if caressed just right, he would make me come? But I couldn’t show him – not like how I’d shown Quinn. I closed my eyes, remembering how I had guided Quinn’s finger over my clit. I could remember how that had made me feel – the sense of nervous excitement it had stirred deep inside of me, stretching out through my fingers and toes – making them tingle.
    I tried to push those memories away, feeling myself growing warm and wet. But that spike of pleasure was back, burrowing its way from inside of me, through my body. That aching feeling for him was back, if it had ever truly gone away. I rolled onto my back and glanced at Nathan as he slept. A pang of guilt knifed its way through me as I became aroused at the thought of another. Not him.
    Slowly, I slipped from beneath the covers and crept on tiptoe to the bathroom. As if creeping away in the night to meet a secret lover, I carefully opened the bathroom door, snuck inside, and locked it behind me. The bathroom was large, with a round sunken bath set into the floor in its centre. The floor was covered in pristine white tiles. They looked hard and cold. I dimmed the lights, so it looked something close to faint candlelight. I couldn’t risk running a bath for fear of waking Nathan, and I didn’t want to be disturbed. I wanted to be alone with my memories.
    Stepping out of my pajama bottoms and panties, I kicked them away, then lay back on the floor. I shuddered slightly as the cold tiles chilled my butt. I drew my knees up and parted my legs slightly. Unbuttoning my pajama top, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I ran my fingertips over my breasts, making circular movements over my nipples. They became hard at once as I pictured Quinn’s hands touching me. I could feel him gently playing with my nipples. Rolling them between his thumb and forefingers – he teased them. I murmured, arching my back as he took one of them into his mouth. I could feel the stubbly rub of his five o’clock shadow as he brushed his mouth over my breasts. I screwed my eyes tighter, as I lost my hands in his thick dark curly hair. His tongue flicked over my nipples and I pushed my breasts out, needing him to take them fully into his mouth. He nipped my right nipple with his front teeth, and the slight stab of pain seemed to send a current of pleasure down through my body to my pussy. Freeing one of my hands from his hair, I ran my fingers delicately down over my stomach, slipping them between my legs. Gently, I pushed back the folds, and let my finger slide over my wet clit. It felt like a hard nub of flesh. I drew my finger over it, sending a wave of tingles through me. I groaned softly, grinding my hips down against the cold bathroom floor.
    “I need you,” I whispered out loud. “I need you.”
    I closed my eyes as tight as I could, concentrating on the fantasy. I felt my hand being gently removed from between my legs as Quinn’s stronger, thicker fingers brushed over me. I parted my legs further, wanting him to take all of me. He rolled the ball of his firm thumb over my clit. He drew it up and down, slowly at first, then rotated his thumb from side to side, around and around. I arched my back off the tiles and ran my hand over my erect nipples, shuddering at the raw sensation that passed through my body.
    As Quinn worked his thumb faster over my clit, I felt him slide two of his fingers inside of me. He curled those fingers upwards, pressing them against my G-spot. I gasped out loud, and could feel my pussy growing hotter and hotter. Having full control of me with his fingers and thumb, he rubbed my clit at the same time as massaging my G-spot. My head span; my skin felt prickly and hot as I tried to