Me: Use your free hand and tease your breasts for me.
Serenity: How would you do it?
Me: I’d glide my hands over your perfect globes before plucking your nipples and making them rosy for me. Then I’d soothe that sting with my mouth.
Serenity: God, that sounds amazing
Me: Move your hand lower, Serenity.
Serenity: How much lower?
The little tease.
Me: Between those luscious thighs. Slip your fingers between your flesh.
Serenity: Gareth
Me: Are you wet, angel?
Serenity: Yes. I’m slick and achy.
Fuck. I gripped my cock harder, my strokes rougher.
Me: Good. Glide your fingers through your heat for me. Back and forth.
Serenity: I wish it was you
Me: I’m right here with you. You’re in control though. You’re safe. You’re making your own choices. Now lift your hips off the bed, arch into your hand.
Serenity: Jesus
I grinned, working my cock harder.
Me: Tell me what that feels like
Serenity: Hot. Slick. Achy. Gareth, I’m
Me: Fuck, angel you’re close, aren’t you? Keep doing that. Rock your clit into your hand, faster.
The texts went silent, but I cherished it. The image of her in the bed, rocking into her own hand had me stroking my dick so hard I could feel my orgasm rising up?—
A surprised gasp rang out from across the hall, and Serenity’s breathy moan sent me right over the edge. I jerked into my hand, coming hard and long.
Catching my breath, I hurried to clean up, then scooped up my phone again.
Me: Better?
Serenity: I can’t believe I just did that.
Me: I can. You’re so damn amazing, angel.
Me: Sleep well.
I quickly added the last text before I crumbled and crossed the boundary I’d set in place. But, she’d taken the power here, the control. She’d worked herself on her own terms and I was just lucky enough to be a part of it. She was healing, and that gave me more joy than I knew what to do with.
Charleston in February was something I never tired of. Its winter was so different from Chicago’s, and while it was still cold, it wasn’t brutal.
Serenity in Charleston was something to behold.
