Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Isent the text from the safety of my own bed, unable to get what I saw earlier out of my head. Walking in on her watching porn had me in knots. God, I didn’t know discovering a woman in my living room watching softcore porn could be so fucking sexy, but it was.
Not any woman, Serenity.
My wife.
Serenity: Thank you for the offer, but I’d rather spend my time in here doing other things.
Me: What other things?
Heat spiked through my blood, twisting it with need. God, I wanted her. Needed her.
Serenity: I’ve gotten pretty good at visualizing, it’s the other stuff that isn’t coming naturally.
My heart kicked up in speed. I loved how open she was with the safety of a phone screen between us.
Me: Tell me.
Serenity: What?
Me: Tell me what you visualize and what you’re struggling with.
Serenity: I’m not sure you want to know.
Me: I do. I want to know everything you’re willing to share.
Serenity: Okay
Serenity: …
The little dots flashed so long on the screen I was worried she’d backtrack and shy away.
Serenity: Laying here, in this bed you’ve gifted me, I’m surrounded by your smell. It’s so good. So my waking dreams are filled with you. Your hands, your body, your mouth on mine.
Jesus fucking Christ. Her words shot straight to my dick, an ache pulsing there.
Serenity: I can’t get you out of my head. Can’t ease the ache that’s haunted me since you kissed me.
Serenity: I try. Gareth, I try. But…no matter how hard I picture it, my hands aren’t yours.
Fuck me, I was hard. Every sense begged me to get out of bed, cross the hall, and give her everything she needed.
But…I couldn’t. She was still healing. What kind of asshole would I be if I took advantage of her like that?
Maybe…maybe I could help her though, in other ways.
Me: Goddamn, angel. You’re so damn sexy. You know that? The idea of you touching yourself has me hard as fucking granite.
Serenity: Really?
Me: Yes. I need you to do something for me angel.
Serenity: Does it involve coming to your room?
Me: Stay where you are, please. But, I want you to do what I say.
Serenity: Okay
Goddamn, this woman. Submitting with all that trust. I shifted in the bed, holding the phone with one hand and lazily stroking my cock with the other.
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.
Each day she settled a little more into a new lifestyle where she had control of her choices. It was a marvel to see her finding herself in new ways, not to mention the hot-as-fuck text session we had a few days ago. It almost felt like a fever dream, neither one of us commenting on it in person.
Of course, Serenity still had a heavy dose of trauma lingering in so many facets of her life, but that healing process would take time. For now, I just felt lucky as fuck to be a part of the it.