Hailey's eyes darted to the door from the sofa, where she was curled up with a book. Every so often, the tick of the clock would remind her that it was nearly time for her fiancé to come home from work. She had dinner cooking on the stove and she didn't want him to be late. However, that wasn't the only reason she waited eagerly. Her breasts were begging to be touched. They hung heavy; the pressure built up over the day. She was surprised they hadn't began leaking. With great determination, she left them alone. That was one of the rules she had.
Thinking of her rules made it just that much harder to keep her hands to herself. She was only dressed in a silk dressing gown and she had only just started focussing on how the smooth material glided across her skin, across her sore nipples - craving for touch. No. She looked at the clock once more, five minutes over his usual arrival time, maybe there was a lot of traffic today. Sighing, she tried to focus on her book. After another ten minutes she realised she had read the same line over and over. Where was he? She desperately needed him. Throwing the book to the side, she stood up and made her way to the kitchen, where she had left her phone. Annoyed, she picked it up and saw she had no new notifications. Hailey dialled his number and waited patiently. After a few rings, he answered.
"Baby, I know I'm late. There's been an accident or something traffic is crazy."
She sighed, he could be stuck for hours, "will you be home for dinner?"
"I can't promise that," he said, "but I will try my best." He paused. "You okay? You sound upset."
Her nipples throbbed at his voice, "oh daddy, I'm so sore." She whined. "I feel so full and I don't want to break the rules. Please, please can you hurry."
