Page 32 of Dear Mr. Firefighter
My thoughts refused to let me rest, despite the fact that I was in bed with the lights off. I kept reaching for my phone, picking it up, and staring at Cain’s pictures. I had one of his face, which was nice to have next to his phone number, but the other two—they were smoking hot. I knew he had some ink, but his upper torso and arms were covered in gorgeous tattoos. His physique was incredible. All I could see was rock hard muscles from shoulder to abdomen, and in the second picture I saw a little more skin—and every inch of it was delicious looking.
He could have any girl he wanted. Some of them probably wouldn’t even care if he treated them well—they’d be happy having that amazing body in bed next to them all the time.
Cain was definitely different than any guy I had dated and the fact he was hot-as-sin was just a bonus. He certainly made me want to sin. My body was crying out for his touch—and I couldn’t wait until I had a chance trace those muscles—just to feel them against the tips of my fingers. My panties were already wet, and I knew they were coming off. The fire burning between my legs was going to have to satisfied by something, and since Cain wasn’t ready to throw the rulebook out the window, I would just have to take care of things myself.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to go to sleep with all of these urges coursing through my veins.
I slid my hand down my stomach and pushed my panties below my knees. It only took a couple of kicks to get my legs free. I was beyond wet—I was saturated. Cain’s picture was just icing on the cake after having his lips on mine so many times before our date was over. My hand moved between my thighs and I rubbed my clit several times. It quickly formed a hard knot against my touch.
This may be all I get for the next three months.
I rarely masturbated and it had definitely been a while. Usually, I had some random guy in the back of my head to imagine—a perfect combination of good looks and a charming smile. The fantasies were safe because I could chase what I needed in the moment without getting my heart broken. None of those fantasies matched Cain—he was better than anything my imagination could have cooked up, and he would never destroy me. He could have taken me—stripped me of my innocence—but he wanted the time to be right.
It certainly felt right when his lips were seared to mine.
I imagined Cain’s powerful arms wrapped around me—hands on my skin—the same desire coursing through him that raged inside my body. I closed my eyes and I could still smell his scent—still taste his kiss—still feel his hand on my leg, refusing to move further than the edge of my dress when I wanted him to go so much further.
A couple of guys I dated in college tried to get me to give them something when I was hesitant to spread my legs—they wanted my lips to kiss and explore while my tongue gave them pleasure. I refused. The thought of it made my stomach turn. But, in my fantasy, with my finger swirling around my clit, I started imagining Cain wanting the same thing. His obsidian stare—enough to melt my panties off my hips—enough to make me want to get down on my knees and beg for him to use my mouth to satisfy his desires.
I would do it for you, Cain. Thinking about it—oh god!
My fingers moved in a quick circle, making my whole body tingle with anticipation of the orgasm that was starting to build. I tried to imagine what Cain would look like—naked in front of me with more than his shirt removed. His muscular physique was so gorgeous. I imagined having all of those muscles crashing into me as he drove himself inside my pussy and took my virginity. It would probably hurt, but would I be squirming and begging for more, just like I was doing as I pleasured myself? My finger kept moving—each second bringing me closer and closer to the bliss that my body needed to push me across the threshold of lust.
This is what it feels like to really—want someone.
My tongue moved across my lips and lightly teased them. The kiss was so vivid that it didn’t take much imagination to picture him there—ravaging my lips with the same ferocity I felt hours before. My body was writhing on the bed. I was moaning louder with each passing second. I had gotten so turned on that my bed was wet with my desire.
I’m gonna cum!
“Oh god!” I couldn’t suppress the verbal reaction any longer.
I reached the point of no return. I felt my pussy spasming as my clit shot pleasure through my entire body. My legs shook and my whole body surged with euphoria. I kept my finger swirling on my clit, using it like a button to prolong the bliss until there was nothing left.
If only Cain was here to hold me. I bet he’s the kind of guy that would keep his arms wrapped around me as we fell asleep…
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The next morning
Iwoke strangely invigorated. It wasn’t like waking up with a good night of sleep to push me forward into the day—it was like waking up to the sound of my favorite song—yet there was nothing in my room but silence. I got dressed, walked into the kitchen, and poured a cup of coffee. I could hear the shower running, so I assumed Lola was getting ready for work. I seriously hoped that I would have an opportunity to do that one day—my bank account was going to be in the negative soon if I didn’t find some form of gainful employment.
I guess I should just bite the bullet and apply for a job at Starbucks, so I’ll truly feel like I wasted the last four years getting an education that was supposed to take me places.
“Wow, you’re awake. I figured you’d be up all night texting Cain and have to sleep until noon.” Lola smiled as she walked into the kitchen and refilled her cup of coffee.
“We talked for a little bit, but I don’t think he’s much of a texter.” I shrugged. “We’re going out again tonight.”
“What!?” Lola’s eyes opened wide and she almost spit out her coffee. “You’re going to go out ontwodates before I even get to meet my guy?”
“You’re not meeting Mr. Doctor until next weekend, so…” I grinned and sipped my coffee.
“What are you going to do, go out on a date every night this week?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Noteverynight—but after he does his twenty-four hours at the fire department tomorrow, he’s got two days off.” I grinned. “Never know…”
“Well, I don’t know when you’re meeting him, but feel free to borrow anything from my closet.” Lola reached for her purse. “I hate working on Sunday—it’s so slow and boring.”
“I wish I had a job that I could hate.” I grimaced.
