MadHatter3000: Get naked with me.
As she waited, thoughts of him filled her head. Standing before her, pulling off his clothing. She scrolled up the page, looking at his picture again, soaking in the sight of him. He had a fantastic body. Were his thighs as muscular as the rest of him? She bet he had a firm, round ass. Which did nothing but fill her head with visions of him looming over her, that hard body pressing her into the mattress.
The fingers of her left hand found her breast, stroking and circling the distended nipple as she let herself get lost in the fantasy. Her legs locked around his lean hips, his cock pumping into her. God, she missed that, the feel of a man’s body against her and inside her, in a way that was natural, an extension of an intimate relationship, instead of constantly connected to a terrifying moment….
When she was sure she was leaving a wet spot on her couch, or that she’d start without him, her laptop pinged with an incoming message. She refocused on the screen.
BookNerd: Done. Your turn, baby. Take those panties off.
A hot little shiver fluttered through her. That meant he was naked, sitting at his computer waiting for her.
She set her laptop aside and slid her panties to the floor. Fully naked now and trembling in earnest, with need and nerves, she resumed her seat.
MadHatter3000: Done. Are you still hard?
BookNerd. Are you getting any warmer?
MadHatter3000: No fair answering a question with a question. 😉 Actually, I’ve been wet and throbbing since you asked me to take my clothes off.
BookNerd: Ahh, so you ARE aroused by this.
MadHatter3000: I’ve been staring at your picture, stroking my nipples. I feel very sexy sitting here, talking to you. You make me feel comfortable.
BookNerd: I’m honored. And yes. To answer your question, I’m hard enough to hammer nails. The thought of you naked over there does the same thing to me. Tell me what you want, baby.
Maddie sighed. Another question that was all too easy to answer.
MadHatter3000: In a perfect world? You’d be here, and your tongue would be buried inside me. Now? I want you to make me cum. Make me see stars.
Make me forget….
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J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.
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