with him was hotter and sexier than any sex she ' d ever had in her life.
She fired off another text. " Are you sure? "
" Yes. "
Monica rearranged herself on the sofa, sucked in her stomach again, lifted her shirt, and took several pictures of her stomach down to and including her panties. She skimmed through each one and chose the prettiest. Sucking in a huge breath and holding it, she pressed send.
" You ' re beautiful. I always knew you would be. "
" Thanks. I can ' t believe I did that. "
" Believe it, babe. Now put your hand on your pussy. "
Sharp shock and intense arousal speared through her when she read his dirty request. She loved it, but no way! She wasn ' t doing it.
" No. " She sent a text of refusal.
" Yes. "
" No. "
" Babe. Yes. "
" No. "
" Now. "
" No. "
" Give me something, babe. I ' m alone after a hard day of fighting fires. "
" Kyle. I want to. I can ' t. "
" Just this. This will be the last one. And then I ' ll dream about you all night. "
Oh, God. He knew how to get to her. She really, really liked the sound of him dreaming about her. God knows, she ' d been dreaming about him long enough.
Monica looked down at her hands. She ' d never before paid such close attention to what her feet and hands would look like in a picture. But these pictures were up close. And Kyle was the one that would be looking at them. Would he look at them and be doing what she thought he ' d be doing? Another rush of wet heat slid through her. She could do this for him. If she did, it would make Friday all the hotter when they finally got together. So, why not? Soon, she was going to give him her whole body. She wasn ' t going to make him wait. She couldn ' t. She ' d been waiting for him for what seemed like her whole life.
Her hands were pretty with a French manicure. She arranged herself again on the sofa. Getting her phone ready to click a picture, she put it to one side while she tried to figure out what he wanted. The panties were staying on. Of that, she had no doubt. She could only go so far.
She reached down and ran her hand down her stomach until in landed at the juncture between her thighs. She lifted one knee and moved her legs apart a bit. She cupped herself and imagined him looking at the picture she was about to send. Wet moisture flooded her panties. She contained a soft moan and bit her lip. She sucked in a breath as arousal pierced her hard. Her torso stretched and her stomach sank in with the deep breath she took. She looked down at what he would see. She ' d never thought of her body as beautiful before, but seeing it now, through his eyes, she thought it might be. Her navel was a small, vertical indented strip across her belly. The pink lace fell low, almost to her pubic bone. She pushed her hand down and cupped herself hard, and let her thumb go under the top lace of her panties.
She snapped a picture.
She looked at the picture and gasped.
It was erotic.
It was what he wanted .
So she pressed send and waited.
Her phone vibrated and rang thirty seconds later with an incoming call. A call. Not a text.
She answered it, her voice raspy in her throat. " Hi. "
" I ' m going to say this just one time. I want you to listen to me and understand. I ' m finished waiting for you. I ' ve been waiting for you to grow up what feels like my whole fucking life. You were always too young, and then you were in a relationship, or I was in a relationship. That ' s all over. With that picture you just sent me, I ' m laying claim. You ' re mine. Don ' t accept any more dates with anybody else. It ' s just you and me. And when I get back, we ' re going to cement that. You understand? "
" Y-yes. "
" Good. "
" Okay. "
There was silence on the phone between them while she waited for him to speak and tried to get her heart rate to elevate back closer to normal. Her hand shook as she held the phone to her ear.
His voice when it came across had lost the sharp edge. Now it sounded worshipping, full of
She fired off another text. " Are you sure? "
" Yes. "
Monica rearranged herself on the sofa, sucked in her stomach again, lifted her shirt, and took several pictures of her stomach down to and including her panties. She skimmed through each one and chose the prettiest. Sucking in a huge breath and holding it, she pressed send.
" You ' re beautiful. I always knew you would be. "
" Thanks. I can ' t believe I did that. "
" Believe it, babe. Now put your hand on your pussy. "
Sharp shock and intense arousal speared through her when she read his dirty request. She loved it, but no way! She wasn ' t doing it.
" No. " She sent a text of refusal.
" Yes. "
" No. "
" Babe. Yes. "
" No. "
" Now. "
" No. "
" Give me something, babe. I ' m alone after a hard day of fighting fires. "
" Kyle. I want to. I can ' t. "
" Just this. This will be the last one. And then I ' ll dream about you all night. "
Oh, God. He knew how to get to her. She really, really liked the sound of him dreaming about her. God knows, she ' d been dreaming about him long enough.
Monica looked down at her hands. She ' d never before paid such close attention to what her feet and hands would look like in a picture. But these pictures were up close. And Kyle was the one that would be looking at them. Would he look at them and be doing what she thought he ' d be doing? Another rush of wet heat slid through her. She could do this for him. If she did, it would make Friday all the hotter when they finally got together. So, why not? Soon, she was going to give him her whole body. She wasn ' t going to make him wait. She couldn ' t. She ' d been waiting for him for what seemed like her whole life.
Her hands were pretty with a French manicure. She arranged herself again on the sofa. Getting her phone ready to click a picture, she put it to one side while she tried to figure out what he wanted. The panties were staying on. Of that, she had no doubt. She could only go so far.
She reached down and ran her hand down her stomach until in landed at the juncture between her thighs. She lifted one knee and moved her legs apart a bit. She cupped herself and imagined him looking at the picture she was about to send. Wet moisture flooded her panties. She contained a soft moan and bit her lip. She sucked in a breath as arousal pierced her hard. Her torso stretched and her stomach sank in with the deep breath she took. She looked down at what he would see. She ' d never thought of her body as beautiful before, but seeing it now, through his eyes, she thought it might be. Her navel was a small, vertical indented strip across her belly. The pink lace fell low, almost to her pubic bone. She pushed her hand down and cupped herself hard, and let her thumb go under the top lace of her panties.
She snapped a picture.
She looked at the picture and gasped.
It was erotic.
It was what he wanted .
So she pressed send and waited.
Her phone vibrated and rang thirty seconds later with an incoming call. A call. Not a text.
She answered it, her voice raspy in her throat. " Hi. "
" I ' m going to say this just one time. I want you to listen to me and understand. I ' m finished waiting for you. I ' ve been waiting for you to grow up what feels like my whole fucking life. You were always too young, and then you were in a relationship, or I was in a relationship. That ' s all over. With that picture you just sent me, I ' m laying claim. You ' re mine. Don ' t accept any more dates with anybody else. It ' s just you and me. And when I get back, we ' re going to cement that. You understand? "
" Y-yes. "
" Good. "
" Okay. "
There was silence on the phone between them while she waited for him to speak and tried to get her heart rate to elevate back closer to normal. Her hand shook as she held the phone to her ear.
His voice when it came across had lost the sharp edge. Now it sounded worshipping, full of
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