Will
Good. I just pulled out my cock and am imagining my hand is your mouth as I fuck my fist.
I do as he asks,but I take it one step further: I imagine being in front of him on my knees, taking him as he guides his cock into my mouth. My hands are on his hips, his fingers tangled in my hair as he sets the rhythm, his taste on my tongue. The need to bring my fingers to where I’m pulsating between my legs is nearly painful, but I hold back, waiting for his instructions. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait much longer.
Will
Now I want you to be a good girl, take those two fingers, and drag them over your body all the way down to that pretty little clit. I want you to start rubbing circles outside of it. You’re not going to do anything more than that now, are you? You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me. I don’t want you to come yet.
Bridget
Yes. I promise.
Following his orders,I slowly drag my wet fingers down my body, down my neck, over my seventies silk blouse in between my breasts, and over my stomach. When I reach my hips, I unbutton my high-waisted jeans and slip a hand beneath my underwear, doing exactly as he says. Wetness has pooled between my thighs and, for a moment, I almost panic. I’m sexting with a man I’ve never met before and escalated so quickly, andam I fucking insane, and what if?—
Will
You have my permission to touch it now, Bridge. But don’t come yet. You understand?
The relief is almost immediate,but all too soon I’m on the verge of coming, so I pull away. Even though I know he would never know whether I came or not, I do as he says. Panting, I pull my hand away while I settle down before letting myself play again, feeling the wetness on my lips, my underwear completely soaked.
Will
In my head, I have you on all fours, face down, Bridge. I’m eating you from behind and you taste so fucking sweet.
I lose my mind thinking about it every day
Space out in meetings thinking about this and you and doing it in real life.
I archoff the mattress on a moan, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I try to keep myself together or risk exploding into a million pieces. He hasn’t given me permission to come yet and I’m way too close. When I open my eyes, I see my freckled chest is flushed red and covered in a sheen of sweat, glittering beneath the overhead lighting of the apartment. I imagine feeling him moving on top of me, running my hands up and down his back, feeling his skin beneath my finger tips.
Will
What’s wrong? Can’t type back? Too busy?
Come on. Tell me what you’re doing. How you feel.
Bridget
Wet
Will
Yeah you fucking are
Bridget
I’m frustrated
Will
Why
Bridget
Because I want that. I want your cock and your mouth and your hands and you aren’t the only one who thinks about it.
And I want to come to your voice and feel you above me. I want you to surround me. I want you to pin me down.
