Right After this Cigarette (A Short Story), contd...

...My legs opened and I dropped one hand down to my crotch, feeling my moisture through my pants. I didn’t need to feel this level of horny wetness to know that I was there. I simply needed to touch my pulsing clit, even with the cloth barrier.
Ahhh!
I was getting feverish. The vibrations sent from my nipples to my clit prompted me to intensify the moment. My hands slipped under my top and I felt the heat of my breasts on my hands. I sighed deeply but softly so as not to wake my sleeping husband, he might want some too and tonight, it was me.
Just me, and myself, and my hungry achy body.
I tweaked and pinched and squeezed each nipple softly, painfully until my head crashed back to rest on the couch. I licked my lips, moistening them since my panting and groaning breaths deprived them of moisture, I licked them again. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth, wetting the fingertips of one hand with my tongue. I watched as I wet my engorged nipple with the slightest touch of my damp finger. I twirled the tip of my breast under my finger until need nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I love to touch myself.
I changed positions and lay on my back. I brought one leg up and swung the foot over the back of the couch. Leaving the other on the floor, I had opened myself wide. I untied the drawstring at my waist as the intensity, the anticipation, built once again.
I wondered why I would do this to myself when just a couple of quick strokes over my weeping clit would thoroughly satisfy – so fast, but I wanted to savor.
This was an official date with Myself and I planned to milk it for all it was worth.
For Myself, by Myself.
Straight up, every woman, highly sexed by a skillful and loving partner or not, needed to attend to herself – creatively and often. Keeps the orgasm muscle flexed, you know what I’m sayin’?
I was at a point of no return. My hand dived into my pants and I touched the pad of my finger lightly over my clit.
Ohhh…
Ugh!
I pressed a little harder that time and realized that I was close, very close to coming.
Too close.
I flipped the script.
My poor titties never got a break and I was half crazy as I felt I felt about for the latex glove I had planted at the scene before the cigarette.
I was going in…and I didn’t want to risk injury with my long nails.
Pretty hands did have some drawbacks. There really was nothing like the feel of your walls as they crowded your fingers and sucked.
Next time!
I stopped fingering my nipples and pulled on the glove. With one hand I opened my slick lips, swollen and dripping I traced each with a latex covered digit, the plastic gliding without friction over my throbbing clit. I hissed air between my teeth and then put my full bottom lip between them. I needed to concentrate if this was going to go as planned. I flicked each nipple roughly and then left them alone. The feeling reciprocated deep in my belly and covered my body in goosebumps – like a residue over my skin. I bucked my hips once, twice and then let them settle on the couch again.
My heart beat fast, so fast, and I felt every beat between my legs, in the very center which stood open and willing, taking air.
I paused for a minute, just a minute and then my finger was inside. Deep inside myself, pressing and probing, massaging and igniting new fires, evoking new sensations on top of the old. These deep, and outrageously satisfying. My breath caught in my throat, not a sound escaped from between my lips as I moaned and sighed, thrashed and screamed boldly inside my head. I felt the vaginal orgasm prepare to knock me down, knock me out, and stopped pressing that delicious alphabet spot deep inside.
I breathed in slowly, letting the air out between my pursed lips. I did not want to make a sound yet the symphony of my fingers in and around my pussy were amplified to my own ears. I plucked a nipple with two wet fingers and smelled my essence in the air.
Then I pressed inside again.
Then, I removed my finger to flick the latex-covered nail gently over my clit.
Repeating this action until I was tied up, begging…Can you feel it?