Better than me naked?
Nothing is better than you naked
I am right now
Why are you naked and I’m not there touching you?
What would you do if you were here?
Are we sexting, habiba?
Is it not your thing?
I’m already hard. Do you want to know what I’d do?
Yes. Please
Are you touching yourself?
Starting now.
He read that last one and let out a low groan, his hand already sliding down beneath his shorts. He pressed the voice note button, not before making sure the door of his bedroom was closed, even though nobody was home. The last thing he wanted was Amira, Coach or Gretchen seeing him coming in his pants.
“Habiba, if I were there, I’d tie your wrists to the bedpost. Blindfold you. Lay you out completely naked for me. I’d trail kisses all over your body. Bite your nipples until you gasp. Then I’d kiss my way down to your pussy, spread you open, and devour you. My tongue would have you moaning in seconds. I’d slide in that toy you like while I suck you until you beg to come. But I’d stop. Make you wait. Until I’m inside you. I’d fill you, fuck you slow, then hard, until you’re shaking. Then I’d spill insideyou, and again, all over those perfect tits.” He paused. “What would you do to me, habiba?”
He was rock hard. Stroking himself as he pictured her tied, flushed, writhing. She took her time. He wanted to wait, but damn it, he was already close.
Then her voice note came. “Fuck. I just came so hard. I miss your mouth. Your hands. I want to suck your cock until you’re hitting the back of my throat. Your fingers fisting my hair. I want to feel you come in my mouth, and then watch you spill all over my tits. Then, I’ll beg you to take me on all fours, pushing from behind, claiming me, your hand around my throat as a necklace. I want you so bad, Ilias. I can’t wait another three weeks.”
He came instantly. Hard, fast, imagining her moaning his name in that dusky, trembling voice.
Breathing heavily, he texted back.
If we keep doing this, being far away from you could be more bearable
I like it. But now I really need sleep. Thanks for the bedtime story ??
Always here to tuck you in, habiba ???????
Ghita and the business could wait until tomorrow. She deserved rest, not the weight of his endless, spiraling question: sell that fucking legacy, or let it keep bleeding him dry? Because one thing was clear—if someone built a luxury resort on the coast, Azul wouldn’t be the only thing drowning. Why would anyone come to Imsouane for authenticity and quiet when a resort was sucking the land and ocean dry right in front of them?
Finding out who was behind the project, convincing people not to sell their land or their businesses—no matter how much money they were offered—could be a start. But he knew howit worked: when money entered the game, choosing ethically became a luxury most people couldn’t afford.
When he checked his phone again, Ghita had sent him a message with a list of every business the developers had already approached. And fucking hell, if they all agreed, it wouldn’t just be Azul going under. Imsouane would be fucked. Completely.
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SOFIA
Creuza de mä – Fabrizio De André
Talkingwith Ilias had become a nightly routine. It was the time in the day in which they were both relaxing. He was on a break from training, and she was getting ready for bed. Not all conversations ended in sexting, but when they did, she wasn’t mad about it.
As she packed her suitcase for Brazil, a playlist her father had sent to the family group played through her phone, gut-wrenching in its familiarity. It was a mix of family memories: De André, Luigi Tenco, Gino Paoli. Then the more upbeat ones, mom’s favorites tied to their Andalusian roots. It was a bizarre medley no outsider would ever understand.Creuza de märight beforeA mi maneradidn’t make sense to anyone. But for her family, it meant everything.
When the music cut off, interrupted by an incoming call, she dove across the bed, digging through the sheets until shefound her phone. She expected to see Ilias’ name lighting up the screen.
Instead, it was her sister.
