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Three knocks hit the front door.
Oliver startles and checks his phone. “Fuck.”
I frown. “What? Who is it?”
He curses. “My friends. I forgot to tell you that they’re coming for our usual Friday night dinner. I lost track of time. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, squeezing his hands. “It’s okay.” Three knocks hit again. “Go, I’ll try to look decent.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I’ll try, I swear.”
He laughs again, and it fills a hole in my heart. “You always look gorgeous, especially when you don’t even try.” He leans in and kisses my forehead, and for a second, nothing exists but us. He rests his head on mine and whispers, “Later?”
I nod. “Later.”
Pine Falls, May 30, 2018
Charlee . . .
I’d like to know what went through your mind when you wrote me your last letter. Did you sit down and think, “Let’s see if I can make Oli combust without even laying a single finger on him”?
Do you have ANY idea what your words did to me? What you made me do? I couldn’t hold it in, Char . . . Reading you, picturing you like that . . . I needed the release.
And I did. God, I’ve never come so hard. Do you know why? Because of you. I pictured all that you wrote and more. It’s like you’ve awoken something in me that I didn’t know existed. Wild and filthy. I want to be filthy with you. I want to explore you until you beg me to stop, commit every inch of you to memory so I can replay everything in my dreams. I’d learn what makes you go off and devote my days to making you come again and again and again until you cry out from madness.
But you know what would drive me over the edge? Your taste. If I ever get my mouth on you, Charlee . . . I can’t promise I’ll behave. That’s what I thought about after reading your last letter. After you imagined me fucking you with my fingers.
You know what I’d do next?
I’d bring those very same fingers to my lips and lick them clean. And because your taste would drive me wild, I’d pull your thighs up, my thumbs digging into your skin, and I’d lower my head until my mouth came flush against your center. I’d play with your clit, sucking, swirling, nibbling. I’d give it all the attention it deserved until it swelled on my tongue, so plump and ready to explode. Then I’d go for the final blow. I’d slide my fingers inside you again, curving them slightly so I’d rub that spot that’d make you come on my hand and tongue.
Do you know that I’m stroking myself as I write this? I can’t help it, Charlee. You have me slowly pumping myself while I write all the dirty things I’d do to you. Hard and hot in my hand, wishing like hell it was yours instead. Would you take me in your mouth if I asked nicely? Would you kneel before me in nothing but a thong and swallow me between your pretty, wet lips? Would you let me fist your hair and guide you over me until you can’t fit a single inch more? What a sight you’d be, Charlee . . .
In case this wasn’t clear, I have feelings for you too.
And I can’t wait to see you in June, just so I can tell you how much. It’s a date for June 21st. I went ahead and booked your flight. You’ll find the airplane tickets in the envelope, so I hope you don’t open your mail like a crazy person and rip it in half. If you happen not to use your return ticket, that’s fine too.
No numbers, then. A gamble, but I’m sure it’ll pay off when we finally meet. I’ll be the one at the arrival terminal in dark pants and a warm yellow sweater, desperately looking everywhere for the beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous blue dress.
Just three more weeks, and I’ll be with you. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.
With love,
Your Oli
PS: Last article of the year! I feel like my writing has improved so much since we started the program, and a lot of that is thanks to you and the great feedback you’ve given me. Thank you for being an amazing critique partner throughout this whole thing. And for becoming so much more to me now.
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