He deserves it.
Nick
I can’t stop thinking about you in that lingerie.
Julie
I’m still wearing it.
Nick
Don’t tease me.
She sends a photo of herself from a side angle. She’s in bed, showing just a hint of black lace against her skin.
Nick
You’re playing with fire.
Julie
Maybe I want to burn.
Nick
Tell me what you’re doing right now.
Julie
Lying in bed. Still in the lingerie you bought me. Thinking about your hands on me. Squeezing my thighs together.
Nick
I’m so fucking hard, thinking about you.
Julie
Show me.
As I get ready to snap her a picture, my phone rings, and it’s a FaceTime call.
“Hi,” she says when I answer.
The screen lights up, her face glowing like an angel, but I know better. She’s no saint. Not tonight. Her lips part, and I can already see the flush creeping up her neck. She’s nervous. Good. I like her timid, unsure, but willing. So damn willing.
She’s propped up against her pillows, the black lace perfect against her skin. Her nipples poke through the fabric, hard and begging for my mouth. Julie moves the camera lower. Her legs arespread just enough to let me catch a glimpse of her through the sheer fabric that she’s soaked.
I flip the camera around and show her exactly how much she affects me.
“God, Nick.” Her breath catches. “This is torture.”
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Let me see.”
“Only if you do too.” Her voice is soft. “I’ve never done this before.”
I smirk, leaning back on the mattress. The sight of her has me throbbing. “I know, sweetheart. That’s why I’m gonna make it good for you. You trust me?”
“Yes.” She nods, biting her lower lip.
