[When he gets her response, he's suddenly very glad he's walking around in Everglade, with a cooler edge to the air while he's busy raising an eyebrow at his phone.]
Thorough, huh?
[Yes, he's muttering at his phone. And he has no idea what sexting is, but he thinks he can tell what this is.
So he leans against a nearby building and stares at his phone for a long moment, thinking about that night she pulled his heart out of his chest, that first kiss...
Grinning, he texts her back--and he makes the effort to get it right so she's sure to pay attention, even if it's about fifteen minutes before he's done typing it out.]
That's not hot enough for me. I want real heat. Your mouth on mine, you under me. I want to feel you need me, one slow second at a time. I want to memorize the taste of your lips and wear bruises from your fingers clutching at my shoulders. I want to run my fingers through your hair and touch your neck, to bite that soft skin at your wrist so you feel my teeth later, swallow every moan and sigh while you lose control of your own body and you start to writhe and shake.
And when you're there? Then I'll take you to bed. And if you're still thinking clearly, you can try to fuck me before I spend the rest of the night making it my personal mission in life to learn every single spot on your body that makes you fall apart. I promise you, Regina, I will win that particular race.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: oh jesus.
Date: 2018-08-30 04:29 am (UTC)Thorough, huh?
[Yes, he's muttering at his phone. And he has no idea what sexting is, but he thinks he can tell what this is.
So he leans against a nearby building and stares at his phone for a long moment, thinking about that night she pulled his heart out of his chest, that first kiss...
Grinning, he texts her back--and he makes the effort to get it right so she's sure to pay attention, even if it's about fifteen minutes before he's done typing it out.]
That's not hot enough for me. I want real heat. Your mouth on mine, you under me. I want to feel you need me, one slow second at a time. I want to memorize the taste of your lips and wear bruises from your fingers clutching at my shoulders. I want to run my fingers through your hair and touch your neck, to bite that soft skin at your wrist so you feel my teeth later, swallow every moan and sigh while you lose control of your own body and you start to writhe and shake.
And when you're there? Then I'll take you to bed. And if you're still thinking clearly, you can try to fuck me before I spend the rest of the night making it my personal mission in life to learn every single spot on your body that makes you fall apart. I promise you, Regina, I will win that particular race.