A little starter?The first message came just after midnight,..
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The first message came just after midnight, lighting up my phone screen with a soft buzz.
“I’m close. You still up?”
My breath caught. Fingers trembled as I swiped to unlock the screen, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. It had been a week since I last felt you—since the heat of your body pressed into mine. Your hands dragged over my skin, leaving me breathless and aching for more.
“I’m up,” I typed back quickly, cheeks warming. The reply came almost immediately.
“Good. Can we play?”
My heart skipped a beat. Warmth pooled low in my belly. Another buzz—hotter, more demanding.
“Open the door. I don't want to wait.”
A soft gasp slipped free, my nipples hardening painfully beneath the thin fabric of my shirt. I hardly had time to smooth down my hem with shaky fingers before a knock sounded—soft but insistent.
I hesitated for only a second before unlocking the door. You were there, eyes dark, jaw tight, gaze dragging slowly over me—bare legs, flushed cheeks, and a shirt that barely reached mid-thigh.
“Not wearing much, are you?” you muttered, voice low. You didn’t wait for an answer, stepping inside and kicking the door shut, your hands already curling around my waist.
My head spun at your touch. I stepped back into the wall, your mouth on mine before I could breathe, teeth nipping at my bottom lip. Your fingers slid lower, dragging the hem of my shirt up, thumbs brushing sensitive skin.
“I’ve only just touched you,” you muttered against my neck. “And you’re already shaking.”
I whimpered, nails curling into your shoulders, thighs clenching instinctively when your thigh pressed between mine, denim rough against the soaked fabric of my panties.
“Please,” I breathed, cheeks hot, voice barely above a whisper.
