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Him:Yeah. I like how you saved your number in my phone. ;-)

Oooh, I got a winky emoticon? I probably shouldn’t read too much into it, but Zane just didn’t seem like the type to throw smiley and winky emoticons into every text—just a hunch.

Me:Thought you’d appreciate that. LOL.

Me:WYD?

Him:Trying to sleep and failing. You?

I hesitated a moment, and then attached the best photo from the three I’d taken, and hit ‘send’ before I could second-guess myself.

Him:Goddamn, Mara. Can you be any sexier?

Him:Wait, I can answer that myself. Yes, you can. Just point the camera down a little further…

I rolled to my back and held the camera over my head to snap a photo looking down at myself. I didn’t like that one, though, because gravity had my tits sagging to either side, which just wasn’t flattering. I squeezed my arms against my sides and held the phone with both hands so my arms propped my breasts up and pushed them together; much better.

I sent the photo, and then attached a message:

Me:Like that?

Him:I was trying to wait till I saw you to…you know. But after that photo? Not sure I’m gonna be able to hold out.

Me:If you do, send a pic of you doing it.

Him:I’ve never taken a naked selfie before, so I can’t promise it’ll be any good, but…

And then a pic appeared in the thread, Zane naked. He’d taken it lying down in his bed, with the camera at an almost upside down oblique angle so it was looking down the length of his body from the top of his head. The angle showed every glorious inch of him, his intense brown eyes turned up to stare into the camera, muscles popping, his cock erect and laying flat against his belly.

Jesus. The man was so gorgeous it was just absolutely unreal. Like,Igot to touch him? Kiss him? Fuck him? Soon I’d get to have that cock all up inside me, pleasuring me with all those long, thick, hard inches? How lucky was that? I’d be a fool to pass up any opportunity to have him for myself.

I grabbed my LELO and held it up by my face, snapping a photo of me staring at the vibrator in fake shock, sending it with a caption:

Me:Ooops…where’d this come from?

Him:Fuck me, Mara, you’re killing me. How about a little video of you using that thing?

Me:I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…

Me:And when you say things like fuck me, I have a tendency to take them as an invitation.

Him:I can be at your door six minutes flat, and inside you in seven.

Me:I have a better idea. Hold on a minute.

I fired up the vibrator and pressed it to my clit, gasping as sensation immediately ripped through me. I held the camera up and hit the red ‘record’ circle, and then panned down, starting at my face. I was already moaning, so I just let myself go, keeping the camera pointed down to capture the shaft of the LELO sliding into my channel, keeping it focused there as I began moving it in and out of myself, gasping and whimpering every time the smaller clitoral stimulator pressed against me. I panned back up to my face, pleased to see myself looking flushed and sexy.

“Oh god,” I whimpered, “Oh my god.”

Then back down, as the vibrator slid in and out rhythmically, my gasps and breathless little shrieks coming faster and faster as I neared orgasm.

“Zane, holy shit, Zane. I wish it was you…god,god—”

And then I came, my hips flying off the bed, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming out loud, recording the entirety of the orgasm.

When I finally finished coming, I was breathless and sweaty, but I turned the camera back to my face. “Now it’s your turn,” I said, giving the camera my best sexy, sultry, just-fucked look, and then ended the recording. I sent it immediately, and then waited eagerly for his reply.

The wait was agony. It seemed like it was an eternity before my phone blooped to alert me that he’d sent a reply.