Waking Up 15

Horniness. I stir in my sleep. I am not really awake as yet, but the fire in my belly spreads a warmth through me. That is all I can feel. It rouses me. My legs move restlessly under the sheet. My eyelids part. Blurrily, I realise that my hand is between my legs and two fingers are inside me. Deep. I pull them out and suck them. Sweet, salty lust. Morning lust. Sweet, dripping lust. I have been masturbating in my sleep. I am on the verge and I am not even awake. I want to fall back asleep. My eyes shut again. Now I can feel only the swelling in my cunt. And the wetness. And the duvet pressed against my naked breasts, bunched up against my ass, moulded to my body. I am nothing. No one. Except an aching, empty cunt that moans to be filled. My legs open wide. My hips begin to undulate. Slowly, very slowly. The movementt makes my cunt ache more. I touch my clit. Circle its nob with the tip of a finger. Run my fingertip over the throbbing ridges of my turgid lips. They are wide apart. My clit is engorged. A mini penis, I feel it will burst if I touch it anymore. My vulva slurps as my fingers caress it, my vagina sucks in my fingers, refuses to let go. Inside, with eyes closed, I press my fingers hard up against the swollen G-spot. Wetness gushes out, wetting my ass, wetting the duvet, wetting my thighs. Oh God, I am about to come. Oh God, don’t let this feeling go. Oh God, give me more, more, more… Harder.. Harder… My fingers press and thrust, press and thrust. The palm of my hand slaps my clit as I fuck myself. Over and over. Ten thrusts, twenty, maybe more. My cunt feels hot, it pulsates, it throbs,. it drips, it squelches, it rises higher and higher… I am coming. Oh God, I am coming… I am coming… NOW!