I’m squeezing my cock. I just want to come, but I’m holding back for you.
I nearly came the second I read the words. I had to rip my hand off my dick so I didn’t shoot all over my stomach and ruin the phone.
It buzzed again.
I feel so good. I want to be closer to you.
I wanted to come with him. I wanted to feel our bodies grinding together, releasing all over him, admiring his chest coated in me.
Fuck, I wanted to mess him up, tease him, make him beg for me. I’d give him every piece of myself and forget everything else that had happened earlier as I kissed him and tasted my name on his lips.
It was so fucking intense it felt like I'd been hypnotised.
My neck arched, pressing the back of my head into the armrest, my eyes closing to the image of Harry. Legs spread, his hand creeping past his balls to push a finger inside himself, his mouth open as he rode his own hand, trying to text me at the same time.
There was a long silence, but I was sure he was either almost there, or shuddering as he thought about how deeply he could drive his cock into me. I imagined his face, just like it was back in uni. We were both older, of course, but in my mind, he still had his chin tilted back as he cried out, ‘Dom, no, please,’ so beautifully for me. I could make him come easily. I was already planning all the ways I could fuck him, or rather, get him to fuck me the next time we saw each other.
With another stroke of my cock, I continued.
Harry
Spread those legs properly. Come on, I know what you’re like.
Igroaned, caught out so easily.
I relaxed, letting all my weight be carried by the headboard as I jutted my hips up. I’d had my ankles pulled up to my ass as I lay on my back, but I liked taking my time with these things.
Pushing my heels forwards, I spread them as far as I could.
I want you to cup your balls. Don’t come yet. Not until I tell you.
I bit my lip as I followed Molly’s instructions. It was so much easier like this, letting her be in charge, not feeling like I had to know everything. I could just read as I played with my cock, enjoying the feather-light touches along my shaft to draw myself out.
She must have found her phone when she landed, and I was surprised this was what she wanted to do after such a long journey.
I was already so close, but I liked how much effort it took to hold myself back.
She had never talked to me like that during sex before. She definitely told me what she wanted, even expected, but the pressure was always on me to take the lead. Was there ever a time she actually gave me orders?
Releasing my nipple, my hand drifted down past the curve of my hip to tuck past my cock, over my pubes, and clutch my heavy balls. I groaned at the weight of them as I massaged myself, gripping the base of my cock until my phone went off again.
How are you feeling?
I let out a choked laugh, thinking how I could possibly describe it in a simple text. It wasn’t just how good it felt; it was the hope that came with it.
Because I felt closer to her now than I had in a year. She was physically far away, but it was as if she were there with me, guiding me, showing me what she wanted and needed by actually saying it instead of assuming I knew. There was no pressure, no flashes of annoyance, nothing that took away the mood or energy of the moment. Maybe it was because we weren’t actually talking, and we had time to think about what we wanted to say.
It was exactly how we used to be during our first year together. Open and receptive and willing to be patient and learn about each other. It was so different from how shenormally was that it was like we had turned back three years to the time when we first fell in love.
Squeezing my balls, I tugged on the skin, finding that sharp bite I liked, pushing myself to the brink of pain.
I let go of my cock, reached for the phone and texted back.
I’m close to the edge. You?
I wanted to be better at this. More sexy, make it sound romantic rather than practical, but it didn’t seem to put her off.
I’m so ready. I’m aching for you.