Page 26 of Sexting the Pakhan

But you’re making me very, very wet.

I let out a curse under my breath and shove my briefs down enough to free myself fully, stroking slow and hard now, my head tipped back once against the wall.Tell me how wet.

Her answer breaks into fragments now:Enough that

A pause.I can feel it on my fingers.

My hand tightens.Good.

You like that too much.

Yes.

This time I don’t bother pretending otherwise.

Rub your clit while you do it,I send.Slow circles. Don’t rush because you’re desperate.

Her answer comes back so fast it almost overlaps my message:I’m not desperate.

I laugh.Sure sweetheart

A long silence follows.

Then:You remember everything, don’t you?

Only the interesting parts.

That one undoes her a little. I can tell by how long she takes to answer, by the way the next line arrives like she’s no longer editing herself properly.

I keep thinking about your lap.

Fuck.Yeah?

And your hands.

A second later:And that you’d know what to do with me.

There it is again, that perfect mix of uncertainty and surrender. Not helplessness. Choice.

I stroke faster, once, twice, then force myself to slow down.

I would,I type.I’d keep you open on my thighs and make you tell me how good it feels before I let you come.

She takes too long.

Then:That’s cruel.

Would you hate it?

No answer.

Then:No.

Would you cry for it?

This time the pause is so long I wonder if I’ve pushed too far.

Then her answer arrives:Maybe.