Page 47 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
The question hangs in the air between us, heavy with tension and unspoken desire. My breath catches as memories of our passionate encounter rise to the surface – the electrifying brush of his skin against mine, the intoxicating scent of his cologne mingling with the taste of his lips.
I bite my lip, struggling to find my voice amid the chaotic whirlwind of my thoughts. In truth, not a day has gone by without those memories haunting me.
Without me thinking about the fact that no other man’s touch would compare to his.
Elio waits for an answer - an answer that I can’t give him, an air of quiet anticipation surrounding him. The silence weighs heavily upon me, and I know I cannot remain silent any longer.
And I can’t pretend anymore.
“Damn it,” I whisper, the words slipping out as if they have a life of their own. Before I can think better of it, I whirl around, crossing the short distance between us with a few determined strides. He watches me approach, momentarily confused.
“Stella, what—” he begins, but I cut him off, pressing my lips against his with a fervor that catches us both by surprise. His body stiffens briefly before he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as our mouths move in perfect harmony.
The world fades away, leaving only the taste of Elio’s lips and the heat of his embrace. My reservations dissolve in the intensity of our kiss, replaced by a desperate longing and a blatant truth.
I’m a fool if I think I’ll ever get enough of this.
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ELIO
Ipull Stella in closer, her body pressed tightly against mine, my hands beginning to explore every one of her curves.
“God, you’re breathtaking,” I breathe out, my voice husky with desire. She shivers under my touch, her eyes locked on mine, and her cheeks a bright red.
I find myself growling, unable to contain the hunger that courses through me. It surprises even me, but I can’t help it; something about Stella has awakened something primal within, something that didn’t go away after just one night with her.
My lips trail down her neck to her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin as I go. “I need to have you, Stella.”
“Here?” Her eyes widen.
“Are you scared?”
“Take me then, Elio,” she breathes, her voice vulnerable; just the way I like it.
My hands roam over her petite frame possessively, yearning to touch every inch of her toned body. As I trace the curve of her waist and hips, she sighs softly, leaning into my touch.
“Your skin is so soft,” I whisper, feeling her shiver beneath my fingertips. Her hazel eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but to think about how I’ve never seen eyes like hers before…I wonder what they’d look like looking up at me while my cock is in her mouth.
Not yet.I need to be a little bit more patient.
“Yours too,” she replies, a smile playing on her lips as her hands wander across my chest, feeling the contours of my muscles.
My fingers find the top button of her blouse, and I undo it with a deliberate slowness that has her holding her breath. A sliver of skin is revealed beneath, and I can practically feel her heart racing as my hand moves to the next button.
“Please,” she gasps softly, her cheeks flushing even more. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Patience, Stella,” I reply, my voice low and wicked. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Don’t I know it…
Her eyes flash with a mix of frustration and anticipation, but she doesn’t argue which surprises me. She would be a wonderful submissive with the right training…luckily for her, I’ve been told that I’m a great teacher. She watches me with a heated gaze as I slowly undress her, revealing her beautiful body piece by piece.
Once I’m able to look at her - in all of her naked glory - I find myself unable to keep my hands to myself.
And I become hyper-aware of the effect I have on her. Each press of my hand against her delicate frame elicits a gasp, the sound like music to my ears.
I want to hear more. Over and over again until she’s losing control.
