First thing is I’d get you naked because I didn’t get to last time. And I think about it all the time, what you’d look like.
He thinks about me, naked, all the time? Does he mean that, or is that just a thing you say when you’re trying to sext someone to orgasm?
I don’t have time to think too long about it, because he keeps the goodness coming.
And then I’d taste you. Everywhere. I’d spend a long time on your mouth, but I want to bite your earlobes and lick your throat and kiss your collarbone, too. And I want to suck on your nipples until it’s almost too much.
The combination of the fantasy he’s evoking and the pressure of my hand is doing its work, fast. I’m panting and arching and wriggling, using my other hand to pinch and tweak my nipples.
But what I really want most is to lick between your legs.
A surge of heat and pure, sheer lust almost finishes me off.
“Hey Siri,” I say. “Tell Sawyer Paulson I’m so close.”
“Sending a text message to Sawyer Paulson that says ‘I’m so close.’ ”
I want to get you so wet you can’t tell what’s you and what’s me. Circle your clit, teasing you to the edge, and then pull back until you beg me to let you come.
With an involuntary cry, I come in fierce waves, bearing down on the armrest, digging my fingernails into the faux leather.
“Hey Siri. Tell Sawyer Paulson I just came.”
“Sending a text message to Sawyer Paulson that says ‘I just came.’ ”
A moment later:
Fuck, Elle.I’m right behind you.
And then:
Jesus.That was voodoo fucking good.
I laugh. And I return to my senses, amused and a little abashed by how thoroughly he made me lose my head. I’m sitting in my car with my dress hitched up and my hand between my legs, sexting my next-door neighbor. A neighbor who has already made me behave insanely on another occasion and will quite likely make me do all kinds of things I won’t respect myself for the next day at Trevor’s wedding.
Wait. Speaking of Trevor’s wedding…
I think that was technically cheating,I tell him.
Nah.It was foreplay.
Does that mean there could be other kinds of “foreplay” between now and our “one-time” repeat?
My still throbbing body gives that idea an enthusiastic thumbs-up.