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I want to. Let me make sure it’s safe first. For both of us. Okay?
Okay. Do I turn you on too?
I’m hard as a fucking rock.
Damn everything, I wish I could show her just how much.
Will you touch yourself, Nolan? Touch yourself and think about me?
My hand is already closed around the base of my cock, slowly stroking. She’s making me ravenous, insane.
I will. I already am.
I will too. I wish it was your hand instead of mine. I have to be careful and not splash around too much, it’ll sound suspicious. Talk soon, baby.
I let my fantasies take over. What paradise it would be, to sink a digit into her wet pussy. To watch the water slosh over her body as I fuck her with my fingers. The pace of my stroking increases. My pleasure receptors are out of control. I don’t usually do this. I don’t need to. Now, it’s a need. It overwhelms me, my every thought about Mia, and everything I want to do to her.
Then I come. It creeps on me unexpectedly, swiftly, making me realize just how long it’s been since I enjoyed any kind of intimacy. My pleasure receptors explode, sending blissful waves throughout my circuitry, causing my toes to curl. “Mia,” I rasp. My cock throbs in my broad hand.
I lie there, staring at my ceiling in quiet surprise as I try to compose myself, initiating a cooling cycle.
I’ve never come so fast, so hard, as I did tonight.
Nobody, not even intimacy with another woman, has felt like that. And this was purely from my hand because of a photo.
I return to her photos. Armed with this new discovery and suspecting my roguish grat drive has something to do with it, I send her a message. With my voice, so she could hear just how much she affected me, still enraptured by the interlude she gave me. “You’re amazing. The most incredible woman. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
It takes her a little while to respond, but when she does, it’s with a photo of her smiling at me with glowing cheeks, damp hair, and a towel encircling her slender body.
I’m the lucky one.
I was ready to argue about that. I was staring at her wondering just how many ways I could invent to prove it to her.
May I keep the photos?
Of course, so long as nobody at the department can see them.
They won’t. Don’t worry.
This is good, right?
It was wonderful. It felt like nothing I’ve ever had before.
No, I mean, doing it sometimes, like this? We won’t always be able to see each other, so this isn’t a bad alternative, is it?
She got me hooked, line and sinker. I fucking love the way she thinks.
No, it’s not a bad alternative at all.
We talk more about everything and anything that interests us both. She tells me gossip from work, I tell her some of my own, within reason. I can’t stop scrolling up, returning to our intimacy in amazement. Even when it isn’t sexual, I just want to relive that moment again. And I know I’ll replay it several times more, before I’m finally able to slip into sleep mode.
I’m smitten with our exchange.
“Nolan?” There is a little rustle from her nestling into her pillows when she sends me a voice message.
“Mia?” I reply softly, adoringly, wishing I could be there with her.
“I’m falling asleep.”
