Are there boundaries between two people who fucked? I know there are, but I don’t grasp them the way everyone else seems to. The shape of them doesn’t fit in my brain.
A pause.“It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like that. Don’t worry. I tested clean at my last appt.”
“Same. Normally, I’m more careful than that.”I take a breath. Not sure I want to be this open with her. With anyone.“But you’re different.”
“Different is not usually a compliment.”
I snort.“I mean it as one. I prefer different.”I prefer you.
“You’re different too. And I like it.”
Okay. Good. At least I haven’t scared her off yet. Always do, eventually. But I can enjoy this for now.
I send,“You fuck like it’s what you were made for.”
Another pause. Another blushing emoji.“I was just trying to keep up.”
Thinking about her, all pink-cheeked and flustered, makes my balls throb.“You liked it when I covered your mouth, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Thatyesmakes me ache worse, and I pull my cock out. There’s no sexier thing than enthusiastic consent, and knowing this woman is into the same shit I’m into, that she loved it when I did that to her… fuck.
It’s not easy to text one-handed, but I manage.“There are all kinds of things we didn’t get to do. Bet you look incredible bent over the counter.”
“Couldn’t say.”A pause.“But I like the idea of you behind me like that.”
“Same here. A fist wrapped in your hair, my other hand on your throat, pounding you from behind.”
“Yeah. I’d like that. But next time, I want to feel you come in me. I’m on birth control.”
“I fucking want that. Want to come deep inside you. Want to hear you beg for it.”
She takes a moment.“Are you touching yourself, doctor?”
“Yes. You?”
“You’ll never know.”
“Tease.”
Laughing emoji.“Didn’t tease you in my living room, did I?”
Fair enough.“No. You took my cock like you were made for it. Such a good girl.”The memory is almost enough to get me there.
“Are you alone?”
“In reality, yes. In my head, you’re here.”
Those dots pop up. Die down. Pop up again.“And what am I doing in your head?”
Heat drives up from my balls to my spine and back down.“You’re on your knees. Mouth around my cock. Choking on it.”
“You’re getting me so wet. Bet you taste like heaven.”
I growl, “Mm, fuck!” as I come in my hand. The mess doesn’t even bother me like it normally does. I’m too gone.
I send,“You made me come. Happy with yourself?”
