Page 30 of Champagne Kisses
Adam (Champagne Flutes):Me too. So why are we texting now instead of picking up where we left off?
It just felt a little…intense. I’ve never done that before.
It was the truth…mostly. Being with him had been super intense. And amazing. Even though we didn't have sex, I can tell that, if we do,—whenwe do,—we will be fully compatible. But then I saw all those women and couldn’t help but think he’d be comparing me to them if we took it any further. Plus-size clearly isn’t his type, so why is he even pursuing me? My phone is silent for a few minutes.
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
Adam (Champagne Flutes):Oh. I haven’t done something like that since…junior high? lol. But it definitely never felt like THAT. I really wanted to continue, if that wasn’t obvious.
It was obvious. ;)
I take a deep breath, trying to summon back "Bold Maya".
Adam (Champagne Flutes)
So what would you do if I were still over there?
My phone immediately vibrates with a call. Oh shit. Of course it’s Adam.
“Hello?”
“Are you sure you wanna know, Maya?” His voice sounds positively menacing. “What I would do if you were still here is definitely…intense. And we both know how scared you are.”
I throw the covers off now. Those are fighting words.
“Scared?! I am not scared!” He laughs wickedly and I can hear him shifting his position, lying down.
“Oh yeah?” From those two words alone, I know he’s about to call my bluff.
“Yeah,” I say, with way less conviction now.
“So you mean to tell me that if,” he pauses, clears his throat. “If instead of letting you out of my arms earlier, I would’vedropped to my knees and lifted your skirt, pulling down your panties with my teeth, you still would’ve stayed?”
Oh. my. God! His words make my skin catch on fire, but I can’t back down now.
“The joke’s on you, because I took my panties off as soon as you went to the bathroom.”Take that!
I hear Adam breathing hard, like I’ve just punched him in the stomach.
“That’s not very nice, Maya.” The words are virtually a growl. “You know I wouldn’t have let you leave if I’d known.” I laugh because, fetish or not, I know he’s as hard as a basketweave stitch thinking about me right now.
“And what would be my punishment if you’d known that I was completely bare and wet for you?” I might be nervous in person, but my phone game is on point. I know I’ve caught him off guard because I hear him sit up.
“First, I would spank that beautiful ass of yours for being so naughty." I giggle mischievously.
"You seem to have a thing for my ass, Adam."
"You got that right, Maya." Again, I'm struck by how sure of himself he is. "Then, I would push you against the wall and slip my fingers inside you to see just how wet for me you are.”
Damn! I guess I shouldn't be surprised he has a way with words after our previous conversations.
“Oh, I’m extremely wet,” I admit, letting my fingers trail down to explore my womanhood. “From what I saw on our little car trip, your fingers are long, but they’re nothing comparedto what I felt sitting in your lap.” I hear his breathing become more labored.
“Oh, so you were watching me?” Only a blind person wouldn’t.
“Of course I was watching you. You’re not the only one who can stare at someone.” His breath catches. I'm enjoying shocking him with my boldness.
“Can you blame me? I mean, look at you. Whenever I'm around you, it's a struggle to maintain eye contact instead of staring at your body the whole time.” I’m blushing so hard now, he can probably hear it through the phone.
