Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons Alone

Rhiannon stirred restlessly. It was a hot Summer night. Her window was open and her ceiling fan was on full blast. The simple white cotton sheet that had been draped over her naked body was now crumpled in a pile on the floor.


She tossed and turned, her blonde hair was matted with sweat against her porcelain skin. Beads of sweat ran in between her breasts. She absent-mindedly traced the line with her finger, her French tipped nail gliding delicately over her skin.


Her eyes fluttered open. She had always loved her eyes and had deemed them as her best feature. Blue-green eyes with a flicker of yellow. Framed by long black lashes, her eyes constantly changed colour depending on her mood. Blue when happy, grey when tired and green when...


Her hand began to caress her stomach. Light, feathery touches. A slight smirk appeared on her lips. She knew that her eyes were now jade green.


The moonlight shone brightly through her lace curtain. Her bellybutton ring glistened as the light bounced off the diamond jewellery.


As her right hand began to explore her body, her left hand continued to play with her own breasts, tweaking her nipples until they were hard as diamonds. She licked her index finger, rubbing it slowly around her erect nipple, the moisture from her mouth causing it to harden even further.


She groaned as her right hand found her aching centre. Her index finger circled her clitoris, refusing to touch the delicate little bud for fear of coming too soon. She wanted to tease herself, to pretend it was him touching her.


Turning her head slightly, Rhiannon plunged her index finger into her moist body, her inner muscles gripping the intruder with enthusiasm. Rhiannon arched her back slightly as she added another finger, imagining the whole time that it was him.


In her fantasies she had a new playmate. He would tease her unmercifully before taking her with such intensity that she was convinced he'd split her body in two. She use to imagine him tracing over her curves with his tongue, his hands fondling her large, supple breasts, squeezing the nipples hard until she begged him to fuck her. He would always say no at first, teasing her to the point that she couldn't take it anymore and forcefully would grab him, pulling his body down so it covered hers and wrapping her legs around his hips, refusing to let go until he gave her what she needed.


Her breathing quickened as she continued to explore her body. Her head thrashed about from side to side on the pillow as she pictured his tongue making tiny circles on her most sensitive spot before biting down, nipping her flesh, marking her as his own.


She licked her lips, withdrawing her fingers which were now slick with her wetness. Her body was prime, every nerve alive and tingling as she reached for her night stand table drawer. Pulling it open, she reached inside, pulling out her eight inch vibrator. A gag gift from one of her girlfriends, Rhiannon found it most useful in times of deep frustration.


It had been three months since she felt a man's touch upon her body. Three long, agonising months. And this so called 'gag gift' was perfect for making her forget that atrocity...for a few hours at least.


Rhiannon licked her lips, imaging it was his erect cock as she opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue flickered the head of the shaft before she greedily sucked it into her mouth. She was determined to take the full length of her 'toy' as it was the same size as his, although he was much wider than the chrome vibrator was.


She relaxed, her focus one hundred per cent on sucking 'the beast' as she affectionately called it into her hot mouth. Tears formed in her eyes as her gag reflex kicked in, but she persisted before finally being triumphant with her task.


Rhiannon tweaked her nipple, rolling it around between her thumb and forefinger as she continued to perfect her blowjob skills. She felt herself cry out as an unexpected shudder ripped through her body. She really should have known better than to play with her sensitive breasts while she was on the verge of a climax.


She relaxed her hand, letting it fall to the bed. She would have to show some self control. Although, self control and her never really did go hand in hand.


Removing the vibrator from her mouth and flexing her jaw muscles, Rhiannon turned it on. Its low humming broke the silence of the night as she slid it in between her breasts, pushing them against it, feeling the vibrations which gave her skin goosebumps.


Squeezing and kneading her breasts like he would, she felt another spasm pass through her. Just a mild one, nothing too intense, but she knew if she wanted that Earth-shattering orgasm, now was the time.


She took the vibrator and turned it off. She playfully rubbed it against her clitoris before inserting it into her.


In and out. In and out. In and out. As she inserted the full length of her toy into her aching body, she turned it back on. A scream tore from her throat as the vibrations pulsated, her inner muscles contracting, her clitoris throbbing as she came hard.


Rhiannon grabbed her pillow with such force her knuckles turned white as she arched her back high off the bed, her toes gripping at the fitted sheet as her orgasm passed through her body. She could feel it from her core to her feet. From her feet to her hair follicles. She felt like she was on fire.


Reaching down between her creamy white thighs, Rhiannon switched off her vibrator. Jumping a little as she removed it from her quivering pussy, she accidentally brushed it against her clitoris which sent another mini orgasm through her body.


Her face was flushed and her eyes were glassy as she put her toy away. Her breathing was short and shallow but she was completely satisfied.


She rolled onto her side, her eyes closing as she imagined him wrapping his arms around her, pulling her against his toned chest, holding her as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


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