Page 7 of Starry Night Kisses

It takes me a minute to get the perfect pose. Half leaned back on my shins, legs spread so my socks are visible, one hand thrust into my messy waves while I arch my back so my breasts strain against the bralette.

I’ve never taken a photo like this for anyone, and just the simple act of it makes me wet.

That’s definitely something to explore.

I take a few shots, moving slightly for each one until I have the perfect one to send. Crossing my legs and leaning against the bed, I reach overhead for my sweater as I put the photo out into the interweb—knowing that Eric can ensure it never gets seen by anyone but him.

Setting my phone down, I only get the chance to turn my sweater right side out before Eric’s reply buzzes through.

Fuck, Evelyn. You look like a late Christmas present, complete with a bow and everything. I’m half tempted to come back for the night just so I can unwrap you.

Looking down, I realize that there is indeed a bow on my bralette.

Goddamn, the things I want to do to you.

Like what?

I guess we are really doing this.

Abandoning my sweater, I push to my feet and climb on my bed, lying against my plush pillows as every nerve ending in my body comes alive with the thought of sexting Eric while he’s out at dinner with his coworkers.

First, I’d untie that ribbon with my teeth.

My fingers trail down my body, reaching for the ends of the bows to see if they can even be unraveled. To my disappointment, they can’t.

Then I’d kiss my way down your luscious body and bury myself between those legs, taking my time to show you how much I appreciate my present.

He’s not even saying anything that borders crude, yet I can feel my wetness growing. I slip a hand beneath my underwear, my fingertips circling my entrance to gather the arousal before sliding up to start playing with my clit.

You still with me, baby?

Baby.

Fuck, why is that so hot?

Keep going.

Are you touching yourself?

My cheeks burn as I bite my bottom lip and snap a photo of my hand between my legs, then send it to him.

Fuck, Evelyn.

Do you enjoy knowing I’m rock hard at the table? Thinking of how wet you are and how badly I want to hear you scream my name when you come.

“Oh my god,” I whisper breathily.

Yes, this is exactly what I need from him.

I need Eric to throw his nice guy tendencies out the window and command me to do things to myself while thinking it’s him here doing them instead.

His texts start coming in one after the other, as if he can hear my inner prayers.

I can almost hear how wet you are for me, Evelyn.

Be a good girl and flip over. You’ll need both hands for what I want to do to you.

Set your phone on your pillow. Get on your knees and use one hand to play with your clit while you finger yourself with the other.

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