Page 52 of Meet Me at Midnight

Who am I kidding?

ElizaBeth: I know.

ThunderStruck: I’d kiss you soft at first. Just a little brush of my lips against yours. But when that’s not enough, I’d kiss you deeper, slide my tongue past your lips and find out what you taste like. I’d kiss you long. Long enough to breathe in your moans.

ElizaBeth: The mere idea of that is…

ThunderStruck: Is…?

ElizaBeth: It’s a little embarrassing to admit…

ThunderStruck: Tell me.

ElizaBeth: It’s intoxicating. I have goose bumps. My nipples are hard. And I feel…a delicious throb…deep inside me…

ThunderStruck: I need you to slide your hand over your breasts and tell me if you can feel your nipples beneath your clothes.

I pause, reading his words while my face flames with fire again. But it doesn’t take long before I’m doing what he asks. Hesitantly, I lift my left hand and brush it over my breasts, feeling my soft curves.

ElizaBeth: I can feel my nipples, but there aren’t any clothes. I’m still naked from my shower. All but my panties.

ThunderStruck: Fuck.

ThunderStruck: Move your hand down your belly now and just barely slip your fingers under your panties.

I follow his command.

ThunderStruck: How do you feel now?

I don’t know what comes over me, but I take a picture, just like that, with my hand just barely inside my panties. And I send it to him. I hardly even recognize myself. The picture is so sexy.

ElizaBeth: Like I want to keep moving my hand down.

My breaths are already starting to feel uneven, my breasts moving up and down in heavy waves, and I’m waiting. Waiting to see what he says next.

And I swear, I hear the faintest “Fuck me” come through the wall behind me.

Holy hell. I don’t know why it’s so hot to think about him being right there, as close as he can possibly be without being in my bedroom. But it is. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe forever.

ThunderStruck: You’re beautiful. Everything about you is so fucking beautiful, and I’ve barely seen anything at all. Just thinking about what it would feel like to replace that hand of yours with mine has my cock so hard.

ElizaBeth: I want to see it. I need to see it.

A few moments later, a new picture appears in the chat. It’s Beau’s muscular body with a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs still covering him. But it doesn’t conceal his truth. He’s hard. He’s hard and he’s big. Bigger than my brain had imagined he’d be.

Goodness.

I’m beyond aroused now, the throb between my legs becoming almost unbearable.

ElizaBeth: I don’t… I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

ThunderStruck: Slide your hand all the way down and touch yourself. Tell me if you’re wet.

My fingers inch down, and it doesn’t take long before they’re coated with my arousal.

ElizaBeth: Embarrassingly wet.

ThunderStruck: Fuck. My hand is on my cock now. Slide your finger inside yourself. Tell me how you feel.

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