Emmett: They’ve gone.
Joelle: Someone is eager.
Emmett: I’ve been thinking about those photos all day.
Joelle: Have you now?
Emmett: Yes. Are you coming over later?
Joelle: Yes. Now consider these images foreplay.
Emmett: Hell yeah.
Joelle: I’m not going to show you the one I chose, I want it to be a surprise.
Emmett: Okay.
A photo comes through.Holy shit.She's in a fitting room mirror, dressed in green. It hugs every curve, the neckline dips just enough to be devastating, her hair is down, her eyes are bright, and she’s smiling.Fuck she is perfection.
Emmett: Hot.
Then another image comes through, and it’s of her sliding the dress off her herself, giving me a glimpse of skin, nothing is showing, it’s like the start of a strip tease.
Emmett: My dick is hard.
Joelle: It’s always hard.
Emmett: Around you.
Joelle: Good. I get jealous.
Emmett: Me too.
Another photo comes in, and this time she has her back to the mirror, the dress is unzipped, and you see the top of her butt crack.
Emmett: Get over here now.
Joelle: I’m on my way.
The knock on my door comes moments later. I open it before she can say a word and pull her inside.
"Turn around," I say.
"What?"
"Turn around. Face the door."
She does, and I press against her back, my hands sliding up her sides, my mouth on her neck.
"You've been teasing," I murmur against her skin. "Sending me those photos."
"I know."
"Now it's my turn."
I spin her around and kiss her hard as I walk her backward until her legs hit the couch, she sits, and I drop to my knees in front of her.
"Emmett …"
