Free Misappropriate by Kathryn Kelly, Crystal Cuffley

thirty minutes ago. She was happy that the effects of Dinah’s actions had worn off long enough for him to remain awake more than fifteen or twenty minutes. But, as he was awakening, she was controlling her disappointment that Christopher hadn’t called her back. Farrah and Lacey had gone to the strip club, then called and said they’d picked up a couple guys and were going home with them. Instead of sharing the king-sized bed with her girlfriends, she had the bed all to herself while Dinah was on the sofa in the living area. After a hellish day, she needed a moment to unwind.
    Turning towards the closed draperies of the hotel window, she debated whether or not to get up and glance outside. Maybe search for the moon and glimpse the shadow of the Olympic Mountains rising in the distance, since the darkness would swallow the beauty of Puget Sound.
    She twisted again, the core of her feeling empty and unfulfilled. Neglected. She groaned, flushing with desire and embarrassment. Lovemaking had become a daily part of her life and she enjoyed it as much as Christopher did. There wasn’t one part of her body he’d left untouched. The only times he hadn’t made love to her was the six weeks she’d needed to heal after giving birth to CJ and the two days he’d pissed her off over Derby’s blatant cheating. They even made love during that time of the month .
    She pushed her heels into the mattress, her legs falling open, bare beneath her short nightie. She pressed her palm against her sex and bit her lip to keep from moaning, her nipples hard.
    Opening herself, she fingered her clit and shivered. She caressed the swollen nub, applying pressure, closing her eyes and imagining Christopher’s touch and rough words.
    “ Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good, Megan. ”
    She whimpered and arched her back, licking her lips.
    “Fuck! Suck every drop of cum from me, baby.”
    “All of it,” she breathed, as if he were there to hear her, her juices slipping onto her fingers, her orgasm closing in on her and tightening her belly. Pleasure washed over her in waves and she groaned Christopher’s name, rocking her hips to the rhythm of her fingers.
    Before she had a chance to spiral down, the sound of her cellphone pealed through the quiet and she jumped. Not wanting CJ to wake up, she answered the phone, her voice still breathy from her orgasm.
    Instead of a response, silence met her. “Christopher?” She knew it was him because he had a special ringtone— One and Only by Adele.
    “What the fuck you doin’?” he asked.
    “Trying to sleep,” she responded and frowned at the annoyance in his voice.
    “Why you sound like you just got fucked, Megan?”
    She sighed. “Because I just got through touching myself.” Why bother with trying to hide it from him? He’d get the truth from her eventually.
    Silence, then a hoarse, “Fuck me. You playin’ with your pussy, baby?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, her clit swelling in need all over again. “I want you.”
    “Yeah? What do you want from me?”
    She loved the deep rumble of his voice. When they were intimate, the timbre pitched lower and drove her crazy. She liked his dirty talk and learned to do it herself. But she was usually in his arms, staring into the intensity of his green eyes.
    “I want your cock deep inside me, Christopher,” she responded. Her nipples had swelled and overflowed with milk. The material of her nightie clung to her, the throbbing deep in her core pulsing through her entire body.
    “Put your fingers in your pussy, Megan,” he ordered and she nearly came just from the roughness in his voice.
    She opened her legs, slid her hand across the satin of her outfit, the lace edging, the soft curls covering her sex and found her slippery heat. She inserted her fingers and released a little cry.
    “Fuck, Megan. My dick is as hard as stone, thinkin’ about your delicious pussy all hot and swollen. I want inside you, baby.”
    “I want you inside me, too. You