Page 36 of Come to Me
"I'm too tired to talk much right now," she says. "But I can't wait any more."
I smile, leaning back.
"Miss Summers, you're being awfully mysterious."
She laughs. "I got you something. It's in my room, under my bed." She yawns. "And now I'm too damn tired to think. So, I'm going to fall asleep picturing you with the present."
So, it's a sexy present.
"What if I'm desperate to talk to you after I find it?"
"I guess you'll have to stay desperate."
* * *
I gointo Alyssa's room, anticipation building.
The mysterious gift is all I've been thinking about since the phone call.
When I look under the bed, there's a small wrapped box.
I pull the wrapping off to find a gourmet honey set. There's a card attached that reads: "think of me when you're licking your lips."
I turn the card over and there's another message. "Check the iPad. There's a new folder. I know you'll find it... very interesting."
Damn. Where did I leave the iPad?
It doesn't take me long to find it, not with how motivated I suddenly am.
It's sitting in the middle of the couch, its glass screen as innocent as could be.
I unlock the screen and open the pictures application. Sure enough, there is a new folder. Alyssa's Special Secret Folder to be Opened Only by Luke.
My fingers hover over the screen.
This is going to be good.
I tap it.
Wow.
It's better than I imagined. Pictures of Alyssa. A slide show of sorts. She starts off fully clothed but loses layer after layer until it's just her in lingerie-- the most gorgeous black lace lingerie I've ever seen. It hugs her body beautifully, barely covering her chest or ass.
But this isn't all of it. This is only photo 15 of a 50-photo set.
My blood flows to my cock. There are 35 more pictures of my gorgeous girlfriend. They are here for me to savor at my leisure.
And these aren't tits and ass photos. She's looking at the camera, looking at me like she wants to fuck me. She trusts me enough to give me these pictures. She trusts me enough to leave me with photos that could cause major damage to her career.
She trusts me.
I abandon any intention I had of waiting. I need to see these, to see all of her.
She slides out of her bra over three pictures. And it's just her, a coy smile on her face, her hair hanging over her eyes, her hands digging under her panties.
Then, she's out of her underwear. She looks so fucking sexy. So confident.
But it gets even better.
