Lana lay nude on her bed and grazed her fingertips over her hardening nipples. Stephen would be home soon. Her red hair fanned out around her head, like a flaming halo. She trailed her long nails along the outside of her alabaster thighs, reveling in the tingle each acrylic tip left behind. Her pinkie slid through the silky red curls covering her most sacred area, and felt the first moist drops of lust seeping out.
Lana could feel the buildup begin, a tingle of excitement starting in her heart and spreading outwards. She hadn't seen her husband in a month because of an emergency business trip to Japan. Being newlyweds made this separation just that much harder. This trip had even interrupted their honeymoon. Lana had been looking forward to the gratuitous newlywed and honeymoon sex that she had joked about so much with her girlfriends.
They had made a pact not to masturbate during this trip. Well, more specifically, not to climax, without the other being present. But tonight, with one night left to go before having the love of her life back, the pressure was rising within Lana.
Every touch felt like Stephen's soft hands, every caress was him. Every warm breeze was his breath teasing her, making her excitement grow. She swore she could even feel his lips brush her shoulders, causing her spark of lust to engulf her in its flames.
Stephen's hands...No, her hands, were gently pulling the outer lips of her pussy. One long nail grazed the tender space between the outer and inner lips protecting her womanhood. A shudder spread through her body, pure pleasure stemming from every touch.
Her fingertip dipped inside her wetness, sending another shiver through Lana's already buzzing body. Her other hand caressed her smooth stomach upwards, to the swell of her breasts. The red of her nails was stark against her pale flesh, but toned down when she grazed her dark nipples, turning them into taut buds.
Every inch of Lana's body was burning, craving release that could not come. All it would take is one firm tweak of her nipples, or a gentle pinch of her swollen clit, to take her over the edge. The temptation was strong, but Lana knew the anticipation would make seeing Stephen tomorrow that much sweeter.
Moving her hand from her breasts, Lana opened her nightstand drawer. The simple vibrator she had purchased years before was sitting in its usual pink silk tote, looking like a large sachet for her drawer. She opened its cinched top and slid out the ivory colored toy. After a quick battery check, she set it to its lowest setting and teased it down her ribs. Lana started making large circles around each breast, slowly drawing closer to the dark nub at the tip.
As the buzzing reached the rim of the aureole, Lana felt the slow trickle of wetness between her legs begin to gush a little faster. She circled the vibrator around each aureole slowly, feeling the buildup deep inside her. She drew curlicues with the vibe's tip, crossing from aureole, to the milky flesh of her breast, and up to the very tip of her nipple.
A knot began to grow at the core of her, growing tighter, and making every inch of her body tingle and curl up, so close to imploding with pleasure...
Lana quickly jerked the toy away before the inevitable release. She gasped for air and arched her hips up, her legs clenched tight and grinding, trying to get in that one extra stimulus to send her over the edge.
The slow clapping behind her made Lana nearly jump off the bed, and she could feel her heart plummet to her ankles. She slowly turned as a flush began working itself to her skin's surface. Her heart began to rise back up to its rightful place in her chest and kept going up. She could not help it, but Stephen's frame in the door was exhilarating.
A cry of lust mixed with joy escaped Lana's small red mouth, and she ran up into Stephen's strong arms. He dropped his suit jacket on the floor and wrapped his arms around Lana's slender frame.
She could smell the essence of him, a musky yet sweet aroma. As her cheek brushed his, she could feel the slight scrape of his day old stubble. His skin had a thin glaze of sweat, which made him cool Lana's feverish touch.
With a low, primal growl, Stephen roughly ran his hands down her body, stopping to cup and squeeze the soft pale moons of her ass. He kneaded each cheek, pulling and grinding her hips into his. Lana could feel the stirrings of Stephen's erection starting to strain his trousers.
Stephen raised a hand and caressed Lana's burning cheek. Then brought his hand around to the back of her head and knotted his fingers in her soft red waves. Stephen growled again and pulled Lana's luscious lips against his. Lana could feel the white hot flame of their raw passion spread from their joined lips straight down her spine and inside to where she was aching to be filled by Stephen.
Lana managed to slide a hand between her body and her husband's, and slipped a finger under the waist of his trousers. She fumbled a little with the hook, and managed to undo the top button. She tugged at his zipper, but Stephen moved her hand away.
"No," Stephen's baritone voice breaking the silence, "tonight is yours."
