Page 49 of Flirting with Mr. Serious

I could.

You’d have to take your clothes off too…for body heat, he messaged.Even in the dark with the air conditioning blowing, his body automatically warmed from their exchange, his heart hammering in his chest, and he dragged one hand over his face and throat, resting it on his chest.

OK. Mine are off.

Your clothes?

Yes.

Jesus.I wish I were there with you so I could feel you.

Say something else, she said.

I’d kiss you.

She sent him another photo. This one of her bare legs, her thighs cut off at the bottom of the picture. Fuck, she was killing him.Kisses are nice but that’s it?

He let out a soft sound from the back of his throat. Tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough so he could actually show her.I’d kiss your lips, your throat, the tiny birthmark on your shoulder.

You noticed that?

He skimmed his hand down his stomach, imagining her body. Of course. I’d lick you there then move down to your tits. Do you want me to lick or bite them?

It was a minute until she responded, and he visualized her plucking at her nipples. Doing the exact same thing he was, touching himself.Both.

Would you moan for me?

Yes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he grabbed hold of his dick, stroking it.I’d move your hand to my cock so you could feel how hard I am for you.

Again, he waited for her response.I’m so wet for you.

His breath sped up, his grasp on his phone loosening as

he rubbed his thumb over his tip.Are you touching yourself?

Yes.

Fuck. You’re killing me, peaches. Tell me what it feels like.

So good.

Touch your clit,he said, and he pictured her hand between her legs.Are you squirming? I want you squirming under my hand.

A few moments later, another picture arrived. This one of her hand on her pussy, her fingers hidden. He hissed, trying not to come, wanting to make it last even if she was on the other side of the country.I’d pinch your nipples and suck on your skin until you came all over my hand.He stroked himself faster as he tried to focus on typing out his next message.Then I’d lick your pussy. I bet you taste delicious. Like fresh strawberries in the morning, so sweet. You’re so sweet. So hot.

Imagining her wetness on his lips, on his tongue, he panted, giving up the game of texting as he stroked himself off. He closed his eyes, fantasizing Samantha was next to him, on top of him, below him, until warm spurts hit his stomach. He groaned then and picked his phone back up.

A message from Sam greeted him.You made me come. You’re so good at this.

He needed a moment before he responded, grabbing a tissue to clean himself off.Did you make a sound? Or did you stay silent?

A little sound.

Desperate. There was no other word. He was desperate for this woman.I can’t wait to make you scream.

Her response was immediate.My flight gets in at 7:30 tomorrow night.

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