It was just as well, really – I was so fucking horny that I was practically bursting at the seams with the desperation to take her. Three months of sexual deprivation was seriously starting to catch up with me, and I was cursing myself for holding back yesterday when I could have had her. The things we had done together had been fantastic, but nothing compared to the feeling of being inside of her, and it had now become a thought with which I was well and truly transfixed. The hard on that had popped up when I’d realised what the voucher booklet had contained still hadn’t gone away. It was now throbbing in its desperation for relief to the point where I thought my poor balls would turn a serious shade of blue if Stella didn’t hurry up and get back down here. Carrying our lunch plates into the kitchen as a distraction, I loaded the dishwasher, wrapped up the leftover food, and returned to the lounge. I usually prided myself on my self-control, but now I knew with certainty that Stella and I would finally be having full sex after months of abstinence, I could barely discipline myself to do anything other than fantasise about it.
