Falling For The Enemy
“Not so soon. I want you to spend the next hour anticipating all that I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Her chest rose and fell. It delighted him to see her so affected. She licked her lips and held her phone aloft as she posed. A picture came through to him, along with a text.
Now, his jaw dropped. It was a close-up selfie of her pink lips curled into a sexy pout. Her text read,“Imagine these lips on your skin.”
Fuck. Now he wanted those lips on his skin, right now. She sent him a laughing emoji, followed by the message,“Now, each time you chat with someone, think of my mouth dragging across your body, going lower...”