12 HEATHER: Now That I'sm Healed, He Can Return to His Nicole

Biting my lip, I gingerly touch my slit. I feel myself already slick in arousal. My nipples go extra tight and hard as I graze a finger against my clit. I gasp as I touch it again, throwing my head back at the buzz that runs down my spine.

I don't care if my bleeding is dripping down the floor as I continue pleasuring myself. I imagine that day when Brand did it to me, his touch was better than my hands. He very well knows how to rotate it in a special way for me to cum so easily. It was only tentative but the building was fast.

It's obvious that Brand has a lot of practice. He knows how to pleasure women. His touch is like magic that sparks my skin, burns my body with absolute desire and making my pussy throb and hungry for a cock. His cock.

I whimper as I hump my hand, rubbing furiously as I try reaching the peak. Oh, shit! I can't come! I snatch my hand away in frustration when the urge slowly dies down. My floor is a mess with blood. I stand and slowly walks into my bathroom to wash.

I don't start the shower yet. I have to rub one out. I need to get rid of this sexual frustration once and for all. I thought after Brand fingered me the first time, it'll be the start of something sexual between us. But no, it doesn't happen again.

I've been on edge ever since that day, hoping and wishing he'll fuck me again. Either with his hand or his cock, I'll take what I can get. But just like all my imaginations, it remains an unfulfilled wish, an unsated desire.

I squat on the floor, supporting my still shaky legs with my good arm against the wall. Reaching down with another hand, I start rubbing my pussy again. Building a momentum for one desperate release.

I circle the pad of my finger around and around my engorged clit then rubbing my inner folds up and down before flicking my clit once again. I repeat the process, teasing myself as I imagine Brand and his cock. His massive, long cock.

I whimper as I feel my orgasm resurfacing. Abandoning the wall, I use my other hand to play with my nipples one after the other. I think of Brand's dick in my mouth. I'd suck it while I finger myself. I'd treat it like a lollipop, clean it with my tongue up and down before sucking the tip.

I cry out and gasp. I'm close. My hips rock faster against the movement of my hand. I can't help it and cry once more when the sizzling sensation begins from my chest and spreads down my tummy before it numbs my hips. Shit! I'm coming!

"Fuck! Baby! What's going on?" Brand suddenly bursts into the bathroom, slamming the door into the wall.

I shriek and stand. But I remember I'm naked so I squat once more only to stand once again because I'm actually flashing him my cunt. Brand's face is a mix of horror, worry and anger. He kneels in front of me and I don't know what to do so I squat again so we're eye to eye.

It's not that I've never been naked in front of him. Yes, he's seen me in nude because it's necessary. Besides, he's treated it clinical and nothing else. But right now is different. I'm naked because I'm masturbating with his naked image in my head. And I'm freaking out with guilt and shame.

"What the hell are you doing here, Brand?" I cry out, covering my breasts with my arms.

"Baby, what happened to you?" Brand asks frantically, his eyes searching around my body. "Are you hurt? Tell me!"

"I'm not hurt!" I tell him louder than I intend to. "Christ! Will you get out of my bathroom!"

"But I saw blood on the floor and I hear you crying."

"I was masturbating, Brand!" I tell him which puts us into an awkward silence.

"Wh-what?" He whispers and glances down between my thighs which I quickly snap close.

"I'm masturbating, that's what." I repeat, my face burning in shame. "I'm bleeding and I pleasure myself to get rid of my cramps. And you just interrupted me."

I see Brand's Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. His eyes can't seem to focus from my gaze down my body and up again. He licks his lips, swallows again before wiping his mouth with his hand.

My nipples hardened at that gesture. I always find it sexy as he does it. Like he's wiping his mouth of an imaginary drool because he's thinking of me in a sexual way. I also sometimes think of him wiping his mouth right after eating my pussy. I look away to hide my wild thoughts in case he can read them in my eyes.

"I see." Brand finally says and slowly stands. "I'm sorry if I barge in here without knocking. I got worried." He frowns down at me. "Are you ok? I mean, I know you can already move now that your casts are gone but…"

"I'm fine." I cut him off. "You can leave now. I can manage."

Brand sighs and walks to the door. "I made an early dinner. You can heat it up later if you want to eat. I'll just go visit my therapist. I won't be long."

My mouth turns down into a pout so I quickly turn my back on him. I don't want Brand seeing my pathetic expression. I step into the stall and start the shower. After hearing him closing the door as he leaves, my tears instantly fall from my eyes. Now that I'm healed, he can return to his Nicole.