mind I can see those high, firm breasts of yours, each a perfect handful.
He liked her breasts. Even though, to be honest, you could fit the two of them together into one of those amazing hands of his. Speaking of a handful, she typed, would you like to feel my hands on you . . . She stopped again, knowing exactly where she wanted her hands. If she left the message as it was, he’d be bound to pick up the innuendo, but . . . What the hell, this was Jaxon and he made her feel sexy and daring.
. . . your cock? Unzip your pants, pull them down, take off your underwear. And touch yourself, Jaxon, wrap a hand around that beautiful big erection, and imagine it’s my hand. Sliding up and down, squeezing but not too hard.
She stared at the message on the screen. As much as she and the gals might have joked about gi-normous dicks, she’d never in her life typed the word “cock” before.
Oh, what the hell. SEND.
A message came back. And you put your hand between your legs, down among those pretty gold curls. Those are my fingers stroking, opening you. Are you wet for me?
She stared at the screen. Then down at her pink cotton pajamas, printed with a pattern of Siamese cats. Should she take them off? Did he think she was naked?
Her hand went tentatively to the drawstring bow at her waist, then stopped. No, she couldn’t do this. Not here, with her parents sleeping just across the yard, her own cats on the bed. This was definitely not a cave on Crete.
But maybe . . .
Her hand slid lower, outside the soft cotton, down the seam that ran between her legs, trying to imagine it was his hand. Her body throbbed in response. She closed her eyes. Jaxon’s hand, so dark against the pale pink fabric. Jaxon’s fingers stroking the seam, creating friction against the tender flesh beneath. She moaned, clenching her thighs against his hand. Her hand. Their hand. She wanted to keep the hand there, but, even more, she wanted to type to him.
Yes, I’m wet for you, she typed. But I want more than your hand. Remember how it was that first time in the cave, when my body was wrapped around yours? Remember how hard and hungry your cock was? How you plunged inside me, where I was all wet and wanting? That’s what I want now. You, inside me. Suzanne’s muscles clenched as she imagined the act she was describing. She wanted to press her hand between her legs again, but right now she was inspired, on a roll, feeling like that sexy woman in the cave. She squirmed on her chair as she began to type again.
Now feel me sliding up and down on you, lifting my body, then moving down just as you thrust up. You’re so strong, I don’t know how you can hold me like this, but your strength is such a turn-on. Everything about you excites me, and now all my sensations are centering as you plunge into me even deeper and faster. You’re so big and you fill me completely. The friction as you move is almost unbearable and I can feel the tension building and building and I want, I need you to give that one final thrust and pour yourself into me. Do it, Jaxon.
Come now!
Breathless, she stopped typing and reached one shaking hand toward the mouse. Did she dare send this? It was almost pornographic. But then, what healthy red-blooded male didn’t respond to pornography? She clicked the button. And waited.
She reread his last message, then her reply. Her right hand hovered near the mouse, but her left one slid between her thighs and she caressed herself through her pajamas, imagining his touch.
He still hadn’t replied. Had she gone too far? She removed her hand from between her legs. Worrying about his response was a turnoff.
Finally she saw the envelope icon. Hurriedly, she doubleclicked. Jesus, Suzanne.
I’m having trouble thinking what to say.
Oops, she’d gone overboard, blown her chance with him. In fact I’m having trouble forming a coherent thought. Woman, you just blew my mind.
And that’s not all you blew. You just made me come so hard it
He liked her breasts. Even though, to be honest, you could fit the two of them together into one of those amazing hands of his. Speaking of a handful, she typed, would you like to feel my hands on you . . . She stopped again, knowing exactly where she wanted her hands. If she left the message as it was, he’d be bound to pick up the innuendo, but . . . What the hell, this was Jaxon and he made her feel sexy and daring.
. . . your cock? Unzip your pants, pull them down, take off your underwear. And touch yourself, Jaxon, wrap a hand around that beautiful big erection, and imagine it’s my hand. Sliding up and down, squeezing but not too hard.
She stared at the message on the screen. As much as she and the gals might have joked about gi-normous dicks, she’d never in her life typed the word “cock” before.
Oh, what the hell. SEND.
A message came back. And you put your hand between your legs, down among those pretty gold curls. Those are my fingers stroking, opening you. Are you wet for me?
She stared at the screen. Then down at her pink cotton pajamas, printed with a pattern of Siamese cats. Should she take them off? Did he think she was naked?
Her hand went tentatively to the drawstring bow at her waist, then stopped. No, she couldn’t do this. Not here, with her parents sleeping just across the yard, her own cats on the bed. This was definitely not a cave on Crete.
But maybe . . .
Her hand slid lower, outside the soft cotton, down the seam that ran between her legs, trying to imagine it was his hand. Her body throbbed in response. She closed her eyes. Jaxon’s hand, so dark against the pale pink fabric. Jaxon’s fingers stroking the seam, creating friction against the tender flesh beneath. She moaned, clenching her thighs against his hand. Her hand. Their hand. She wanted to keep the hand there, but, even more, she wanted to type to him.
Yes, I’m wet for you, she typed. But I want more than your hand. Remember how it was that first time in the cave, when my body was wrapped around yours? Remember how hard and hungry your cock was? How you plunged inside me, where I was all wet and wanting? That’s what I want now. You, inside me. Suzanne’s muscles clenched as she imagined the act she was describing. She wanted to press her hand between her legs again, but right now she was inspired, on a roll, feeling like that sexy woman in the cave. She squirmed on her chair as she began to type again.
Now feel me sliding up and down on you, lifting my body, then moving down just as you thrust up. You’re so strong, I don’t know how you can hold me like this, but your strength is such a turn-on. Everything about you excites me, and now all my sensations are centering as you plunge into me even deeper and faster. You’re so big and you fill me completely. The friction as you move is almost unbearable and I can feel the tension building and building and I want, I need you to give that one final thrust and pour yourself into me. Do it, Jaxon.
Come now!
Breathless, she stopped typing and reached one shaking hand toward the mouse. Did she dare send this? It was almost pornographic. But then, what healthy red-blooded male didn’t respond to pornography? She clicked the button. And waited.
She reread his last message, then her reply. Her right hand hovered near the mouse, but her left one slid between her thighs and she caressed herself through her pajamas, imagining his touch.
He still hadn’t replied. Had she gone too far? She removed her hand from between her legs. Worrying about his response was a turnoff.
Finally she saw the envelope icon. Hurriedly, she doubleclicked. Jesus, Suzanne.
I’m having trouble thinking what to say.
Oops, she’d gone overboard, blown her chance with him. In fact I’m having trouble forming a coherent thought. Woman, you just blew my mind.
And that’s not all you blew. You just made me come so hard it
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