[ Forgive it? Sometimes the goal with him is a little demanding. ]
Because when your arms are around me and you're inside me, you're everywhere and everything's heightened. I can see what I do to you, watch you get closer while I'm surrounded by you. It feels amazing when we come like that.
You make me come when you're not here, too. Do you know what I do on nights we spend apart? How I ache until I get the sheets wet, and I ride my fingers calling out for you? Finish, and then fuck me.
( and that's all she gets for a stretch, which could either be a horrible sign or a fantastic one. he's going to have to get better at sexting, especially when it comes to the finale. and not just reading a few lines and dropping his only means of contact, and being too lost in the picture of her spread on her sheets as she brought herself to climax thinking of him.
he doesn't spend his nights alone thinking of her the way is now. she might have awakened a monster. )
I'm coming over.
( it's not their usual night so he doesn't need to stay, but after his first bout at sexting? he doesn't want to leave it at words on a screen when he can make the picture in his head reality. )
[ After reading his response, that's all Emma expects for a while. She's calling this experiment a success; a torturous, teasing success. Maybe next time they can up their game, go for phone sex instead of sexting - but, one thing at a time. ]
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Because when your arms are around me and you're inside me, you're everywhere and everything's heightened.
I can see what I do to you, watch you get closer while I'm surrounded by you. It feels amazing when we come like that.
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christ, Emma.
I wish I were inside you right now. my hand doesn't feel anything like you do when you come around me.
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Touch yourself the way I touch you.
I want you to think of me, and I want you to come for me.
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( she asks him to come and he knows he will soon, with the pictures she manages to paint so vividly in his head. )
when I do I hope you're home. I want to find you naked and wet and waiting in your bed and I want to be the one to make you come the second time.
( how is that for sexting, Miss Swan? )
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You make me come when you're not here, too. Do you know what I do on nights we spend apart? How I ache until I get the sheets wet, and I ride my fingers calling out for you?
Finish, and then fuck me.
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( and that's all she gets for a stretch, which could either be a horrible sign or a fantastic one. he's going to have to get better at sexting, especially when it comes to the finale. and not just reading a few lines and dropping his only means of contact, and being too lost in the picture of her spread on her sheets as she brought herself to climax thinking of him.
he doesn't spend his nights alone thinking of her the way is now. she might have awakened a monster. )
I'm coming over.
( it's not their usual night so he doesn't need to stay, but after his first bout at sexting? he doesn't want to leave it at words on a screen when he can make the picture in his head reality. )
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Let yourself in.
[ She's not getting up to answer the door. ]