Him:Jesus
The thought of him pumping himself, about to come, tips me over the edge. Everything starts tightening inside, and I can barely even see the phone, let alone text.
Me:I’m going to
Him:Yes baby grl
Me:I
Him:Fuckjh
Me:Fuck
I come hard, pressing my thighs together and stifling a squeal, and groaning at the wonderful pulses that feel so blissful, so amazing, especially because I’m sharing the pleasure with him, knowing he’s feeling the same. I wish I could be there and watch him come, see the fierce frown on his face, feel his cock twitch inside me. Ahhhh…
It’s a few minutes before I finally feel my phone buzz beside me. I pick it up and read the message with a smile.
Him:Jesus
Me:Wow
Him:Did you come?
Me:Yeah. God.
Him:Fuck that’s hot
Me:Now I need a cigarette and a pizza
Him:LOL I need a tissue hold on brb
I flush at the thought of him having to clean himself up and wait for him to come back. I stretch and yawn, then turn onto my side, snuggling down into the duvet. Did that really just happen? I pull the duvet up to my nose, tempted to pull it over my head so I can hide. Shit, I’m going to have to see him tomorrow after doing all this. How will I face him?
Him:Sorry about that I had to clean up the carpet
I giggle.You came on the carpet?
Him:I overshot
Me:Hahahahaha
Him::)
Me:Wow that was so nice
Him:It was amazing
Me:Thank you
Him:You are so welcome
Me:Do you think we’ll regret this tomorrow?
Him:Ah you shouldn’t it’s all harmless fun
Me:You think so?
Him:Well it’s not like we really slept together