Number Neighbors - Emma Hart Page 0,7
cock, pressing my tongue against the tip. It’s too much for you and you grab my upper arms, pulling me on top of you. I straddle you, putting my knees either side of your hips, and rub my wet pussy against your hard cock.
I reached down between my legs and pushed the little button on the end of the bullet. It buzzed to life, and after a second of adjustment, I closed my legs to hold it in place and tapped once again at the screen for what I hoped would be the grand finale.
ME: I move so I can reach between us and grab your cock. I position it so it’s in the right place, rubbing against my wetness, and I push down until you’re fully inside me. You lie down, and I rock my hips against you. You slide your hands over my body until you can grab my ass, and I ride you hard.
ME: I lean forward so my hands are either side of your head and fuck you, then you grip me tighter and hold my hips in place. You move your hips and fuck me hard, burying your cock inside me with every thrust. I moan into your ear and into your mouth, and then I come, clenching down tightly around your cock.
Fuck.
I reached down and moved the bullet so the very end was on my clit, then closed my eyes for a second. Imagining the scene, I rubbed the bullet against my clit and came quickly, my legs spasming with the force of the little—but powerful—orgasm.
ME: You come hard inside me, groaning my name into my mouth, biting my lip. I collapse onto you, exhausted, and you push deeper inside me as you ride out your orgasm.
Was that it? Was it finished? I’d finished. Had he? Was it good for him? Was it anti-climactic?
I wasn’t exactly a soprano in the writing department. I could pour a mean beer and mix one hell of a margarita, but writing…
Not so much.
ME: Um… I think I’m done.
Should I have sent fireworks? Was that how one ended a sexting session? Should I have seen if there was an encore due?
I was woefully unprepared for this.
NN: You should watch porn more often. That was hot as fuck.
ME: If I were a man, I’d think ScarJo sucking my dick was hot too.
ME: Actually, I think so anyway.
NN: LOL. An orgasm and a laugh. The best sexting for a while.
ME: I will take that compliment.
NN: Same time tomorrow, stranger?
ME: It’s your turn tomorrow.
NN: Don’t worry. I’ll watch some porn before. ; )
ME: Hey, it works.
NN: Any excuse to watch porn works for me. Goodnight, stranger.
ME: Goodnight, number neighbor.
CHAPTER THREE – HANNAH
Books and… Bondage
Book club had to be one of the weirdest things anyone would ever come across in their lifetime.
It wasn’t every day you met four octogenarians who liked to read bondage romance novels.
It was quite the treat.
Unless you were the granddaughter of one of those women, then it was a little more trick and a lot less treat.
“Did you have to bring the damn kitten?” Grandma asked, staring at the cat box. “It can’t read or drink. It’s useless.”
“It’s been alone half the day,” I replied. “Besides, it’s asleep. Even if it were awake, I could guarantee it would be less trouble than the fearsome foursome.”
“The fearsome foursome,” she mused. “We need that on t-shirts.”
“You need to stop ordering dust jackets from eBay,” Immy said, walking into the room and tossing a package in Grandma’s direction. “You’re not fooling anyone, Grandma.”
“This isn’t dust jackets; it’s my new bra!”
I blinked.
I wasn’t even going to respond to that.
“You order bras from eBay?” Immy froze. “Why?”
Grandma tore into the packet. “You can buy ones with holes to free your nipples!” She held up the bra she’d bought.
Well, I used the word ‘bra’ loosely.
It was more a scrap of vaguely sculpted lace with holes where her nipples were supposed to go.
No wires, no support, no nothing.
“Where on Earth do you think you can wear that?” I sputtered, staring at the lime green scrap of material. “Do you know your nipples play with your kneecaps?”
She threw the bra at me. “Have some respect for your elders!”
“Why? Judging by that, you have no respect for anyone, elders or otherwise.”
Immy picked the ‘bra’ up with her finger and thumb. “She’s right, Grandma. You can’t wear that. These things are made for lingerie sites… or porn sites.”
I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything like that on a porn