Page 43 of The Heart of a Painter (As I Am 1)

Thomas:And the other ones thatgrindedup against me.

Laying down against the headboard, Ilifted my shirt and rubbed my stomach. It felt wrong to do anything more without at least telling him about it. And still…my nipples tightened and the ache between my legs intensified, and he wasn’tmaking it any easier as he teased me.

Be bold. Claim your happiness.

With the phone angled even lower, cutting my face out of the frame, Ispread my legs slightly. My white cotton panties left little room for the imagination.

Thomas:Fuck me.

Thomas:Idon’tremember ever being this turned on at seven in the morning. Or ever.

Me:Let me see.

My tongue slipped out to dampen my parched lips. My clit pulsed with amaddening ache for him, an ache that transformed into pure torment when he sent me aphoto of himself.

Thomas didn’tlie about being turned on.

His chest was gloriously bare, the sculpted six-pack Ionly felt but never saw taking up every inch of my screen. My mind was so engrossed in it, Iforgot how to breathe.

Down the hard planes of his body, my eyes slid lower on the lines marking his etched muscles from his chest to the area just above his black boxers. His erection was visible, the size mirroring what Ifelt that day on his couch, long and thick. Ilicked my lips again.

My fingers pinched the skin of my stomach just tofeelsomething, to take some of the heat off the pool that dampened my panties.

Thomas’snext message came, fiery and hot and demanding,Touch yourself.

Itugged down the front of my top to reveal one breast, covering the nipple with the top of my fingers.

Click, Send.

Thomas:I’mdying to remove that delicate hand, to lick and suck your nipple.

Thomas:Make you moan.

Thomas:And much more.

Thomas:Go lower.

My fingers traveled lower and Islid them inside my panties, touching myself. Ifluttered my eyes shut for amoment and imagined Thomas’sstrong hands rubbing me down there. Iimagined how he’dtake his time, how his hot breath would feel on my skin and when Ithought of his tongue dipping inside me, Ihad to choke back amoan.

Me:I’mdying to have your lips on me, everywhere.

Thomas:Iwill. I’ll do anything for you.

Me:Take out your cock from the boxers and tug on it.

Me:Look at my pictures while you do it.

Thomas:Do you want me to go fast or slow?

He cared enough to let me choose how he pleasured himself, to imagine me there with him. It was apure torture, astifling turn-on, an ache so acute. Ineeded him.

Me:Go slow. Start from the base and go up.

Me:How does it feel?

Thomas:Fucking amazing.

Thomas:Your pictures make it amazing.