Faint light streams in from under the blinds when she opens her eyes. She’s wide awake, despite the early hour, and she knows something has woken her. Birds sing their morning songs, but Rebel doesn’t hear it, because of the earplugs she always sleeps with. She turns her head to look at her husband. He’s facing her, his eyes closed, and apparently still in deep sleep, as she should be too.
The thought startles her, and she studies her husband’s face to see if he has heard it. Then smiles, because obviously he can’t hear her thoughts. Sliding her hand down to her naked crotch, Rebel kept her eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to move, to show her he’s awake too. He doesn’t and he’s not.
Slowly she pulls her feet up towards her buttocks, spreading her legs wide. Her cunt waits for her touch. The shock of her forefinger finding her clitoris, causes a sharp intake of breath.
Need. This. So. Much.
With her free hand Rebel pulls out one of the earplugs. She needs to hear her own breathing, and that of her husband. Needs to be as quiet as possible. Vaguely she registers the bird song outside, but all she craves now is release.
That one fingers dips in her wetness, and returns the the bundle of nerve endings, sending delicious shivers through her loins. Round and round she circles the little button, concentrates on keeping her breathing even, and allows the sensations to travel to her nipples, to make her crave insertion in both her holes.
Only one finger… only the finger…
Rebel challenges herself. Only one finger circling her clitoris — that is all she is allowed to do if she wants the release. She closes her eyes; opens them just as quickly as her husband moves. Her finger stills as he turns over onto his other side, facing away from her. A deep sigh and a slight snore tell her he’s still asleep. It gives her a little more freedom, but still she restricts herself.
Her eyes are closed now; every fiber of her being centered around the sensations. Her clitoris hard and wanton; her finger wet and willing. Her nipples erect. Her pussy craving to be fucked. Her body begs for a quick release, but in the twilight of the morning she will not concede to that.
Round and round.
One finger. One button.
The pressure builds. The zenith beckons. She’s almost there.
Just a bit longer…
She wants the feelings to last. Doesn’t want to give in to the need. Wants to draw out the pleasure.
Rebel loses the battle when her clitoris switches under her finger and her orgasm floods through her. She holds her breath for a long time, afraid of waking her husband, and then finally breathes out as the orgasmic waves calm down.
A few hours later she wakes again, and this time her husband is awake too. She smiles, leans over to give him a kiss, before both of them get up to start their Sunday.
Note: This really happened some months ago, when I woke up early on a Sunday morning and had one of my most silent orgasms in years! Also, back when I started my blog, I always wrote about myself in the third person, until I didn’t anymore.