My hand slides back between my thighs, heat building quickly.
Luna: What are you thinking about right now?
Thor: You. That leg. That bath. My hands on your thighs. My mouth on your neck. My cock sliding inside you slow.
A soft moan escapes me. I can barely text with one hand.
Luna: Say more.
Thor: You want more? You have no idea how badly I’d bend you over the side of that tub and make you beg for it.
My hand moves faster.
Luna: I’m touching myself now.
Thor: You touching yourself while you look at me?
Luna: Yes. Fuck.
Thor: Let me see you, Luna.
Luna: Now? Or in real life?
Thor: Both.
Heat pulses through me. I shift in the tub, angling the camera with careful precision. The photo I take shows the slope of my breasts, the line of my legs, toes poking through the foam—most of me hidden by bubbles, but not all.
I hit send.
Thor: You’re killing me… when can I see you in real life?
My breath catches. I slide the bubbles aside, revealing my stiff, aching nipples. Snap. Another photo. My heart thrums wildly as I send it.
Thor: Fuuuuck. I’m stroking myself. Thinking of those perfect nipples. You’re a fucking dream, Luna.
Luna: Do you want to take me on a date, Thor?
My fingers work faster between my legs. My body hums with urgency. I bite down on my bottom lip and close my eyes, picturing his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing into me.
A voice message comes in.
Thor (voice): I wish it was my cock fucking you right now, Luna.
The sound of his voice—husky, thick with want—makes me moan out loud. I slip a second finger inside, hips rocking.
Thor: I want to make you come all over me. Feel your body lose control.
Luna: God...
Thor: I want to take you rough. Like that couple at the club. Bend you over, fuck you in front of everyone.
Luna: That’s so fucking hot.
Thor: Would you like that? Everyone watching me own you?
Luna: Oof
Thor: I’m going to explode. I wish it was inside you.
