Page 44 of The Heart of a Painter (As I Am 1)

Thomas:Fuck.

Thomas:Take your wet fingers and rub them on that beautiful pink nipple, make it glisten.

Me:Iwish it was your tongue on me.

Thomas:Ipromise you it will be.

Thomas:Spread your legs wider for me and finger yourself.

Thomas:Start with two. Fuck, you’re so wet Ican feel it from here.

Electricity pulsed through me and Iclosed my eyes again, dreaming it was his hard cock ramming into me, slowly, deep, opening me. Iwas lost, so lost to him.

Thomas:Ithink of your tight walls around my cock, of you writhing underneath me.

Thomas:Would you let me fuck you?

Me:Yes.

Thomas:To suck on your nipples while I’mdeep inside you?

Me:Yes.

Thomas:Good, because Ican’tstop thinking about it.

Thomas:Rub yourclit. Iwant you to come for me.

Me:I’mso close.

Thomas:Ilove it.

Thomas:Let me see how you make yourself feel good.

Click, Send.

Thomas:You’re so fucking beautiful.

Thomas:Iwant to lower myself between your legs and devour your wet pussy.

My body tensed, knowing Thomas was touching himself, getting closer to his release while looking at me, while saying these things to me. Iplaced the phone aside, allowing my fingers to move freely. Iallowed my head to dwell on the images of Thomas hovering over me, gripping my skin with his rough fingers, and spreading my thighs open, kissing me there.

It carried me higher until my body felt like aball of light and Icame, aburst of fire rolling through me, touching everywhere Iwished Thomas would. Stars exploded behind my eyes as Iunraveled, biting down on my lower lip so hard to stop my cries from waking up the entire house.

Irode out the last of the waves of my orgasm and then slowly allowed myself to open my eyes and check the phone.

Thomas:Icame so hard thinking about your beautiful face.

Thomas:My beautiful Erin.

Thomas:Iwish you were here. To hold you.

His sweet messages warmed me, adifferent kind of warmth than the explosive orgasm he gave me moments ago. Icurled to my side and hugged my pillow, spooning him from afar.

Isurrendered to being happy, to letting go of my fears. Ideserved it.

Sated and truly blissed, not just from exhaustion, Itook apicture of myself before Idrifted away for the night. From behind the pillow, squeezing it tight to my chest.

Send.

Thomas:So beautiful. Ican’twait to take that pillow’splace.

Iput my phone aside and truly smiled like Ihadn’tin years.