Ian: I took a shower.
Elly: I decided to skip the cold shower.
Ian: Mine wasn’t cold.
Elly: Were you being naughty too? :)
Ian: Maybe…
Elly: Too bad. I could have given you a much better picture if you asked. Then you wouldn’t have had to use your imagination.
Ian: You can still send me one.
Elly: Will you be naughty again if I do?
Ian: Probably so.
Elly: I want a picture in return…
I put my arm across my breasts, pulled the top of the quilt over my abdomen, and took the dirtiest picture I had ever taken before. My finger trembled when I got ready to send it. I was putting a lot of faith in Ian with a picture like that—but I didn’t care. I hit send and waited for him to respond. There were a couple of awkward seconds where I wondered if he was expecting something tamer, but then my phone lit up with a picture from him—and I burst into laughter when I saw it.
Elly: Really? You copied my pose!
Ian: Your pose was hot.
Elly: Yeah, for me!
Ian: You don’t like my picture?
Elly: I’d like it a lot more if your quilt was moved a few inches to the left.
Ian: You’ll have to wait to see that in person…
Elly: Are you busy tomorrow? :)
Ian: Will you go on a real date with me?
Elly: Yes.
Ian: Then my schedule is wide open.
Elly: Then it’s a date.
Ian and I talked for a few more minutes before we said goodnight for the second time. I flipped to his picture and stared at it. It was comical since he tried to mimic the pose I was in, but there was more than enough material for me to finish what I started before I got interrupted. He definitely had a muscular physique, and it was more impressive than I imagined. He looked like a Greek god that had been chiseled from stone and brought to life. My finger moved back to my clit, and I started rubbing with more intensity than before—I barely made three rotations before I hit the point of no return.
God yes!
My legs started shaking, my muscles got tight, and then a surge o
f pleasure shot through my veins. I orgasmed so hard that my body felt like it was going to start convulsing. There wasn’t much of a peak—it was like an explosion of lust that started and ended with a bang. I rubbed until the orgasm faded and then put my phone down on the table beside me. The need had been quelled, but I was still a little wired—my excitement was heightened by Ian’s picture and the thought of another date with him.
Once will not be enough. I think I’m going to need round two…
I waited a couple of minutes to see if the feeling would pass, but it just seemed to get stronger as the seconds passed. My finger moved back to my clit, and I started rubbing again. I didn’t think about Ian’s impressive physique or the way he made me feel—it was a lot more savage than the first time. I imagined him between my legs—our bodies slamming together as we chased our mutual desires. It only took a few minutes for the pressure to build, and then the second wave of bliss consumed me. The orgasm wasn’t as strong as the first one, but it still made my body shake. My head spun after it was over, and the afterglow finally calmed me down.
I think I can go to sleep now, but I have a feeling that Ian is going to be in my dreams—there definitely won’t be any sugar plums.
Chapter Twelve