I'm not usually this bold, but something about the distance between us, the safety of texts, makes me braver.
Axel: How wet you were for me. How tight. The sounds you made when you came.
Jesus. I press my thighs together, already aching for him.
Me: I've been thinking about you too.
Axel: Tell me.
I hesitate, then throw caution to the wind.
Me: I think about your hands. How they felt on my skin. How strong they are. I think about your mouth and what it would feel like… everywhere.
Axel: Fuck, Sadie. You're killing me.
A smile tugs at my lips, power and desire coursing through me in equal measure.
Me: What would you do if you were here right now?
Axel: I'd lay you down on that couch. Slowly undress you. Kiss every inch of skin as I exposed it.
I close my eyes, imagining it, his weight pressing me into the cushions, his hands peeling away my clothes, his mouth hot against my bare skin.
Me: Then what?
Axel: Then I'd taste you. Really taste you. Take my time with it until you're begging me to let you come.
A soft sound escapes me, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I'm wet already, just from his words.
Me: I wouldn't beg.
Axel: You will. If I have you spread out under me, I’ll make you beg for my mouth, my cock, whatever you need. I want to hear you say my name when you come.
The confidence in his text makes my core clench with want. I shift again, pressing my hand between my legs, seeking some relief from the building pressure.
Me: Maybe I'd make YOU beg.
Axel: I'm already halfway there just thinking about you.
I bite my lip, imagining him hard and wanting, touching himself while texting me.
Me: Are you touching yourself?
Axel: Yes. Are you?
I hesitate only a second before replying.
Me: Yes.
Axel: Fuck. Tell me how it feels.
Me: Good. But not as good as when you touch me.
Axel: I want to be there. Right now.
Me: I want that too.
Axel: What are you wearing?
