Page 79 of Bump and Run

Jones:I miss you, too, Charlie. I can’t believe I’m going to be your husband. Oh, wait, do you want me to take your last name? I could hyphenate or whatever. Unless you don’t want that either.

Charlie:I was thinking I would take your last name, if you’d let me.

Jones:What? You want to be Charlie Matthews?

Charlie:I’d love nothing more.

Jones: Yes, I want that, too, so much.

Jones:I wish I was with you.

Charlie:What would you do if we were together? Would you kiss me?

Jones: Yes.

Charlie:Would you touch me? Suck my cock?

My penis twitched in my pants. Were we about to sext right now? Because I wasn’t against it. I pressed my palm against my groin to calm myself down.

Jones: Yes.

Charlie:You have to give me more than that.

I wasn’t good at this. I was shy and embarrassed easily, no matter how often we made love. I couldn’t tell him, but I could show him. I hit call on my phone as I ripped off my headphones.

“Hello, Bashful.” Charlie’s voice drifted through my ears and goosebumps broke out over my skin.

“Charlie,” I whimpered, blood roaring in my ears.

He chuckled softly. “I know that I said no sex before we got married. Do you want to touch yourself for me? I’d like to hear that. In fact, I might join you.”

“You’re going to...masturbate with me?”

“Mm, yeah, I am.”

I was going to come if he kept talking like that. “Please.” I moaned and hoped no one else could hear me.

“You’re always so polite, Jonesy. I love that about you. Who am I kidding? I love everything about you. The way your skin flushes pink when you get all shy. The way your mouth tastes against mine, the heat of your body pressed against mine.” Charlie groaned. “The way it feels when I’m inside of you.”

Oh, goodness. “Charlie.” I gasped his name. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to come.”

“Me, too, Jonesy. I’m already touching myself. Wishing it was your hand, mouth, and hole.” His breathing had gotten heavy. “Touch yourself with me.”

I quickly yanked my pants down to my thighs, and my hard penis slapped against my stomach. “I wish that, too,” I whispered and wrapped my hand around myself.

“Mm, yeah, feels so good. The way you clench around my cock. The way you say my name when you come. Everything about you is sexy as fuck.” Charlie’s words only made my hand work faster.

Pleasure zipped up my spine. “Oh, my goodness. I wish I was there. I want to be under you. I want your hands in my hair as you kiss me until I can’t breathe. I want...I want...Charlie!” My back bowed as my release hit me, and cum splattered against my stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed in my ear and then I heard him groan out my name. The soft sounds of his slow breathing had me thinking that maybe Charlie fell asleep. I enjoyed the sound, as the rest of the house around me wasn’t awake.

I shifted and tried not to get my cum on the bed. That would be so weird. I should probably clean up and try to get some sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. But I didn’t want to hang up. Not yet.

“I love you,” Charlie whispered, and I felt a smile pull at my face. “I’ve waited my entire life to be with you, Jones Matthews. Tomorrow is the start of the rest of our forever”

I sighed happily. “Don’t hang up. Stay on the phone with me. So we can fall asleep and wake up together.”

“I like that idea, Bashful. Plug in your phone so we can stay connected. I’m going to do the same,” Charlie said. “I’ll be right back.”