of my romper and kicking the soft material from my ankles. I lay there for a moment, feeling the cool air of my bedroom on my nude body. The throbbing between my thighs is so heady that I don’t think I’ll last long once I start rubbing my clit. I’m ready to burst from the oversensitivity he’s caused with our sexting.
Dragging my fingertips down my belly and stroking my mound, I let every sensation wash over me. My head tips back when I slide my fingers between my legs and do as Wyatt said, imagining his tongue licking my pussy. Shit, it feels amazing.
I spread my legs wider, getting into it. I’ve never done it like this, above my covers, the lights on, with total abandon. The world could explode around me, but my focus would only be on my body, on the pleasure I feel touching myself while pretending it’s him.
Growing bolder, I bring my phone close and hold down the record audio button, capturing the breathy moans as I rub my clit.
“Wyatt,” I whimper. “Feels so good. I’m close.”
My thumb slips off the button and I pause long enough to send it before refocusing on what my body demands. The pleasure crests higher. My hips rock as I seek out my orgasm.
Wyatt hasn’t said anything for a few minutes, but my brain is so clouded with the fog of touching myself that it takes me a while to notice. Maybe he was close and feels the same as I do, needing to reach oblivion.
The phone pings again, so I could be wrong. Who cares, as long as I keep feeling like this. I press harder, rubbing my fingers in a tight circle over my sensitive clit.
Wyatt: I want more of those sinful sounds you’re making. Show me how good it feels, baby. Is your sweet pussy wet for me?
I don’t know if it’s because I’m so close to coming that I could be convinced of anything, or that I’m flying high on the way this has all unfolded, but I don’t feel any shame or nerves anymore. Raising the phone with a wicked little grin, I get a good angle from above of my fingers dipped between my legs, knees drawn together. Just as I fire it off, the hot coil in my core intensifies.
“Ah!”
I drop my head back into the pillows while I stroke my fingers over my folds to gather some of the slickness coating my labia and thighs, gliding my fingers back over my clit. The waves crash over me, the intensity of the orgasm making me clench on the emptiness I wish were full of Wyatt’s dick right now as I tremble. It feels incredible, definitely the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Elation spirals through me, mingling with the aftershocks of pleasure skating over my skin, and I smile at the ceiling, stretching my arms overhead.
The abandoned phone buzzes on the bedspread with a new message. I roll onto my side and rub my thighs together lazily as I reach for it, enjoying the lasting effects of sensitivity and how wet I feel.
I nearly drop the phone with a surprised yelp. Wyatt upped the ante again with a Boomerang. The animated image plays when I open it and my mouth drops open as it repeats. Oh my god. I watch it four times, fascinated and turned on.
In the Boomerang clip he fists his cock with fast strokes and at the last couple of seconds before it starts over, come spills over his fingers.
Wyatt: Thanks babe [wink emoji]
I debate what to say next. Is there something universal that says thanks for the orgasm via text message? And can we set up a time to do it again?
Boldly, I lounge naked instead of getting up to get dressed as fast as possible. The confidence lingers. I roll onto my back and cross one leg over the other, hoping he’ll say something first since he seems to be well-versed in this sort of thing.
My face lights up when he does reply shortly after the last of the afterglow fades.
Wyatt: Let me see how you look after you’ve come.
After everything we did tonight, this one feels easy now. I fluff my hair and recline against my pillows, tilting my face for a cute picture. There’s a glow of life in my flushed cheeks and my sparkling eyes. It’s one of the very rare times I like how I look in a photo on the first take.
Thea: Goodnight [heart emoji]