Alex and Elle And The Week of Sexting [MF]

Alex and I are apart for the holidays. Again. We spent the majority of our time apart last holiday season texting deliciously dirty things to one another. This year, my parents have decided to come into town and he’s gone out of state to visit relatives, so we’re back to what is fast becoming an annual tradition: a week of sexting.

This year had been a little cooler than last …at least for the first few days. But this morning I was feeling incredibly horny and desperately needy, so I sent Alex a picture from my room. Two pictures, actually: in the first, I’m kneeling in front of my mirror, shirtless, fingers gripping at tiny shorts, pulling them down slightly from one side, athletic dancer’s body fully on display. In the next, it’s a selfie: pleading blue eyes and pouty lips and breasts, full and round.
I get the response a minute later: “You look… delicious. I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

I can’t respond immediately–family and getting ready for work are in the way. But I feel a jolt running from the pit of my stomach and down lower, my body already responding, already imagining what our reunion will bring. I know work will be slow today. Perfect.

I have a customer-facing job, and in the quiet of the day-after-Christmas lack-of-rush there’s not much that needs to be done. So I pull out my phone, spend a moment admiring the pictures I had sent, and type out:

 

I do have to say, I’m a bit disappointed with the lack of sexting this year. ;)
I mean, I still spend every night thinking about your body, so why am I not telling you all about it? How I want you, your weight solid and warm pressing into me, your chest against mine, our sweat mixing, the crook of your neck there for me to bury my head in, for me to bite and use to muffle my screams, my breath hot against your skin, enough to make you groan as you thrust into me, over and over, filling me so perfectly, giving me what I’ve been begging you for, what I’ve been needing.

 

A full hour passes before Alex responds, but Jesus fuck is it worth the wait:

 

There has been a lack. Been thinking of you as I fall asleep. Your body pressed against mine. The softness if your skin, the warmth of your breath on my shoulder, the way your hair gets in the way and tickles my nose. How I want to pull you and keep you close to me, running my hands along your side. The curve of your breasts, hips, calves. Kissing you on your neck, causing you look up. You staring intently into my eyes, smiling and kissing me full and deeply. Wrapping your legs around me you whisper “I love you” and “I want you.” Reaching down, you grab my cock and caress it. “I need this” as you begin to stroke it. A slight groan of delight escaping my lips as you kiss along my neck and chest, still running your hand up and down.

I flip you onto your back as you exclaim “yes, yes, please, I need this, I need you.” I reach down and run my fingers along your clit, causing you to gasp and pull me closer. I run my dick along you watching you plead with your eyes until I finally press inside of you, as you close your eyes and toss your head back.

I fuck you slowly, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around me. How hot you are, how soft, how inviting. I bite and kiss your neck, listening to your breath. “I want you to come for me, I want you to come inside me” you say, kissing my cheek and running your hands and nails along my back.

My pace quickens and I command you not to come. You nod but grip me all the tighter. I feel it bubbling inside me, that I’m getting close. I slow down again slightly, savoring every inch of your body. You squirm and your breath picks up, you are fighting the urge, the desire, the need to come right then.

Digging your nails into my shoulders you plead. Begging for me to come, begging to fill you up, to let you come. My breath quickens and you sense it is close. Finally, what you have been needing. I just say one word: “come.” You spasm hard, hips madly thrusting against me, back arching. You bury your head into my shoulder and you bite my collarbone as you scream out. You feel my breath quicken and come to your senses for just a second to say “yes please, oh god yes” as I come inside you, dick as deep as I can, filling your pussy before you return to your own orgasm, waves of pleasure taking over all of you.

I collapse on top of you, sweat covering both of us. You lay there, and without you realizing it your hand is moving up and down my back. I pull myself up look at your disheveled hair, face flushed, and kiss you. How I want to stay just like that; close to you. I roll off regretfully as I watch your hands now lazily wander over your own body, admiring how blissful you are, how content. And wanting to fuck you again and again.

 

I needed to share this with you, GWS. I needed you to read and understand WHY I’m dripping wet at work, five hours left in the shift, feeling as though I could cum just by shifting the right way in my seat…

Alex gets back in three days. Never has 72 hours seemed so long.

 

xoxo
Elle

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