Eva: I go up on my toes
Eva: Wanting you deeper
Eva: And that kind of pisses you off because I’m keeping up, but you want to dominate.
Ford: Fuck yeah I do. I want to make you come apart at the seams. Totally lose your shit.
Ford: I open the lube and coat a couple fingers with it. I use one to play with your asshole while I slow my thrusts. I guide it inside you and I sink in easily. You’re panting and I feel your pussy tightening around me.
Eva: Shiiiit
Eva: I like that
Ford: You do. You’re ready. Let’s say we warmed you up a little the night before so you’d be ready for my dick today. Because you want my dick inside you. Everywhere. You want me to have you.
Eva: I do
Ford: So I sink another finger inside you. This makes you go still but you tell me it’s okay so
Eva: It’s more than okay. You thrust your fingers and hips in time. I tell you I want more, even though it hurts a little, and you tell me that’s what you’ll give me. So you pull your dick out and circle it over my clit, making me tremble
Ford: I coat my dick in lube
Ford: You moan when the head touches your rim. You’re so beautiful from this angle.
Eva: You go in slowly at first. Holding my hair in your fist while you swivel your hips, careful not to hurt me but intent to have me like this. Sinking in inch by inch.
Eva: The pressure is unreal. It hurts at first but I like it. A lot
Eva: It feels taboo. You fucking me in the ass in your kitchen in front of the window.
Ford: The window! Right. Let’s say anyone can see in
Ford: But we don’t care
Eva: We’re too lost to each other
Ford: I am so lost in you, you have no idea. You’re tight baby. So fucking tight I have never felt anything like it.
Eva: You sink all the way in. There are tears in my eyes, and you stop. You ask if I’m okay but I tell you this is exactly what I wanted. The pain. Because sometimes I like it to hurt.
Ford: [Picture of my huge cock throbbing in my hand]
Eva: God you’re gorgeous
Ford: I rear back. Roll my hips forward. Your hole loosens a little so you don’t resist me as much. We both are fucking shouting and moaning and jesuzzzzz I really am going to come
Eva: Me too
Eva: So close
Eva: I’m gonna finish with my vibrator
Ford: Do it
Eva: Okay I have it.
Ford: My dick’s in your ass but my fingers are on your clit. I rub them just like you’re rubbing yourself right now
Ford: *rub your clit I mean
Eva: Ford
Ford: Pic
Eva: [Picture of her with her vibrator on her pussy, her hand playing with her other nipple]
Ford: That’s it
Ford: I’m coming
Eva: You play with my clit while you start thrusting
Ford: I’m coming
Eva: You grunt
Ford: I’m comi
Eva: You say my name
Eva: You come inside my asshole
Ford: [Blurry picture of my chest and a tissue]
Eva: [Better picture of her face, mouth open, eyes closed]
Ford: Wow
Eva: That got real dirty real fast. Loved it.
Ford: Me too. Sexting is hot. I get why all the cool kids are doing it.
Eva: How are you feeling?
Ford: Sticky.
Eva: Ha.
Ford: I miss you.
Eva: This is a shitty thing to admit over text
Eva: But I’m really glad I have you. To try on all these new things with.
Ford: New things? Parenthood? DILFs?
Eva: [Crying laughing Emoji]
Eva: Yes. Exactly. Although doesn’t mean I’m not scared out of my mind. Again, shitty thing to admit over text, but…
Ford: I’m scared too. But I think you’re going to do great. I think we’re going to be great, E.
Ford: Mostly because we’re so compatible re: our feelings on anal.
Eva: Mind in the gutter.
Ford: Mind on you. Always.
Eva: I think that orgasm just sent me over the edge. Just got super sleepy. Gonna get cleaned up and hit the hay.
Ford: Thanks for this. Appreciate you “working around it”
Eva: I’ll work it all right.
Ford: Night you cheeseball.
Eva: Goodnight Ford. Sleep well.
Ford: Oh and Eva?
Eva: Yeah?
Ford: Next time you spend the night—you’re making that whipped cream again.
Eva: Now who’s the cheeseball?
Ford: See? We’re a match made in (anal) heaven.Chapter Twenty-SixEvaI dive into my new beginning headfirst.
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