Page 96 of Unmatched

Why?

She retrieves her phone from her robe pocket and types back.

LonelyGirl8

You said you’d like it.

MountainMan3

I would, but . . .

I pause, trying to collect myself. To process this whole conversation. But before I can finish my thought, she replies again.

LonelyGirl8

I’d like to find out why.

Now she is looking at me. And it’s my turn to full-body blush.

“I—I don’t know why,” I admit softly, aloud. “When I look at you, at your body, I just...want to.”

She stares at me, tongue tracing over her lips as she types.

LonelyGirl8

Reason enough.

I swallow hard, my erection growing almost painful as her suggestion plays out in my head. I slide one hand around her waist, gripping her ass and squeezing, typing with my other hand.

MountainMan3

Did you really want to be spanked?

The heat in her face shifts to her eyes, pupils widening. She makes a barely perceptible nod, but then looks down quickly.

LonelyGirl8

I’m not sure why I want that either.

I lean down, careful not to force her to look at me, but close enough to whisper in her ear. “Reason enough.”

She sucks in a low breath, then types.

LonelyGirl8

I’m really NOT sure about “butt play.”

Laughter rumbles out of my chest. “Fair,” I say, laying soft kisses on her cheeks. “We can try anything you want. But nothing you aren’t comfortable with.”

She raises the phone to tap out a reply, but this time I stop her, covering her hand with mine.

“Maybe we should move this conversation in person,” I suggest.

Her eyes flicker shyly from me back to the screen.

“I’m glad it’s helped us communicate,” I say, running my fingers lightly along her thigh. “But we don’t really fit the user profile.”

She considers this, then nods, pressing her lips to mine, sweet and soft and warm. She runs her tongue over my lower lip and speaks. “Maybe you’re right. It has been thirty days.”

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