Page 9 of Sexting the Silverfox

“Undress for me, please.”

“Wait, what?”

But Jason isn’t here to take no for an answer. Nor do I wish that to be my answer. But everything is moving a little too fast, and I want to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. “It’s cold, and I would like to keep you warm through the night. I can’t do that if you’re wearing three layers of clothes.”

“Is this part of your pledge to support the building’s residents? Going from door to door to warm them up?” I can’t help but laugh lightly, my hands already busy removing my plush bathrobe.

“No, I just want to look at you. I’ve been thinking about this from the moment you walked into my office,” Jason says.

“You have?”

“You aren’t even aware, are you?”

“Aware of what?”

“Of the effect you have on a man,” he answers.

My cheeks suddenly feel hot again but my fingers continue the effort to get me out of this suddenly heavy hoodie.

Jason curses under his breath as he takes his shirt and pants off. This feels so strange and yet wonderful at the same time, like we are doing a precautionary analysis of each other. It’s cold, and we’re trembling, but his body is a sight to behold. Jason is a strong man, splendidly fit and toned, just as I expected him to be. I can’t take my eyes off his muscular torso, his rippling pecs making me lick my lips.

Finally, I’m out of my hoodie, but I still have my jammies on.

At this point, my gaze slides downward, settling on his thick thighs while he takes every inch of me in, quietly, methodically, his lips slowly parting as his eyes find mine again.

“Don’t rush,” he says.

A secret fantasy of mine is about to come true, and the excitement is enough to heat me to my core as I unbutton my pajama top and let it fall to the floor.

“Why am I the crazy one?” I ask, a tremor persisting in my voice.

“We’re both crazy,” Jason replies. “I’m crazy for coming up here, and you’re crazy for letting me in, Audrey. We’re complete strangers.”

“Well, not really complete strangers anymore,” I mutter. “You know a thing or two about me. I know a thing or two about you. And we’re about to get naked in front of each other.”

He nods in agreement, then comes closer, and just like that, the air between us disappears, replaced by heated passion, as he cups my face and pulls me into a rushed, ravenous kiss. The entire world shifts and ultimately dissipates around us as I lose myself in the moment. His tongue slips through and plays with mine, twirling and probing, testing my defenses—of which there aren’t any left.

“What a surprise you turned out to be,” Jason whispers against my lips.

“I’ve clearly lost my mind. That has to be the reason why I’m—” But he doesn’t let me finish as he kisses me again. A flame ignites in my chest, determined to consume everything in its path.

I moan as he deepens the kiss. I can taste the hint of whiskey on his lips and I wrap my arms around his neck, as his hands roam freely. It seems rushed, but it isn’t. It’s a methodical exploration of my flesh as his fingers register every inch of me. They dig in and squeeze, delicately touch and fearlessly grab, as they move lower and lower.

My head falls back, and I gasp as he takes hold of my breasts, kneading them through the white lace fabric of my bra while I hold onto his strong shoulders. I feel his cock nestled against my belly, bulging and hard as a rock.

Within seconds, we shed the rest of our clothes. There’s no need to waste time on fruitless foreplay; we’re both already heated up from hours’ worth of raunchy texts. I’m so wet I can feel the arousal trickling down the insides of my thighs.

He kisses my neck, sending thousands of electrical tendrils shooting through my limbs and down my spine. I gasp when his mouth finds my breast, lips closing around the nipple, while one hand slips below and cups my pussy. “Holy hell,” he growls. “You’ve been waiting for me for hours, haven’t you, Audrey?”

“Yes,” I rasp as his fingers slide between my wet folds.

I let my hands wander, exploring the hard muscles stretching down his arms. The bulky biceps, the strong forearms. I can’t get enough of him, so I scan his chest, too, fingertips lingering in lazy circles around his hardened nipples while he takes good care of mine.

“Spread your legs for me, Audrey,” Jason says.

I do as I’m told and he slips a finger inside me. “Ah!” I moan as he probes my entrance, reveling in the sound of erotic wetness. I’ve been ready since I met him. So ready.

“Hold on,” he says, pausing for a moment.

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