Chapter 17 Kira #2
“Good night.” She added slyly, “You really do have a lovey-dovey face.”
I hid my face with my hands until I reached my bedroom. Finally, a moment to breathe. Sitting on my bed, I glanced at the text that had been sitting unread in my pocket.
Landon: Not just your face.
Landon: Kira Park, are you trying to sext me?
My heart kicked up its pace so rapidly it felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.
Kira: I’m not sure. I don’t think I’m very good at sexting.
Landon: Maybe we should practice then.
Kira: I don’t know where to start.
Landon: You asked me about where I think about touching you. Ask me something else.
I considered do you want to come over right now and touch me but worried that might be moving too fast.
Kira: You said something the other day about liking my glasses.
Landon: That isn’t a question.
Kira: Okay, why do you like them?
I touched the rims of my glasses, wondering if they made my eyes look nice or if he just liked girls with glasses. I was more partial to my contacts. I didn’t have to worry about them slipping down my nose when cycling or painting, but maybe I should wear my glasses more.
Landon: I like the way you push them back into place without losing focus. You take them off like you take off your clothes. It makes me want to run my thumb along your cheekbone. And that thought makes me want to put my thumb in your mouth. Then I lose ten minutes at work daydreaming.
Landon: Maybe you should wear contacts more, for the sake of my job.
My stomach expanded with deep breaths, slowly in and out. I lay down on the bed, my pillow cushioning my head, and responded.
Kira: I forgot you could be funny.
Landon: These last few weeks haven’t provided many chances. I’ll have to remind you how funny I am.
Kira: It’s not funny how much I want you to touch me.
My breath hitched while writing that last text, but only a smug feeling settled when he answered.
Landon: Kira. You can’t do this to me.
Landon: I’ve been trying to take this slow. I want to do us right this time.
Kira: I know. And I’m lucky to be with someone so thoughtful.
Sexting had never been something I was interested in before. In my experience, most men wanted to sext at the most inconvenient hours. The amount of times I had to lie via text, claiming I was wearing nothing when I was fully clothed and wrist deep into a bowl of popcorn was laughable.
But I found myself having fun. Feeling in control. And horny. Which proved to be a dangerous combination.
Kira: Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
Landon: Every time.
Kira: Are you doing it right now?
Landon: I will if you want me to. Will you?
I crossed my legs and slowly started to rock against the bed.
Kira: Yes. Are you still dressed in your bartending gear?
Landon: Not anymore. Just got out of the shower.
I could imagine it. That was the worst part. I always had a rampant imagination that flew at speeds well out of my control. Damp hair, a towel around his waist, a few beads of water dripping down his forehead.
Kira: I’m sure you look great.
Landon: Really?
Landon: Sorry. I’m also not the most experienced sexter, if you can’t tell.
Kira: Experience is overrated. I don’t have any expectations anyways.
That same imagination tended to use itself against me.
There had been nights over the last few years, as much as I hated to admit it, where I wondered if Landon was with another girl.
If he had left knowing there was someone better out there.
If he wanted someone better. Someone prettier or more experienced or more sexual than me.
This helped.
Landon: What are you wearing?
Kira: I’m changing into my pajamas.
Landon: Oversized T-shirt and panties?
Another thing that hasn’t changed, I thought with a blush.
Kira: Yes.
Landon: I always loved that look on you. You’re always so casual and cute, it makes me want to lock you to my bed and call you mine for a week straight.
Kira: Landon. I don’t even want these pajamas on anymore. I’m so wet it’s making me blush.
Landon: Fuck. Okay. Take them off.
Landon: Touch yourself.
Landon: If you want.
Kira: I will.
I did want. Very, very much. That was almost as shocking as me diving headfirst into sexting Landon. My feelings for him never truly left. Now that they had upped in their intensity, I had begun to reacquaint myself with the feelings of lust, too.
Rocking my hips against my hand, I imagined it was his thigh there instead.
Maybe his mouth was watering for a taste of me.
I thought he wanted me that bad. I hoped he did.
I thought of all the ways he might want it, imagined myself held and caressed and fucked, Landon’s deep voice in my ear whispering you’re so wet for me and I want you to come.
The phone made no sound when I dropped it against the bed so I could touch myself, fast and desperate, until I did come, twitching and gasping in my full-size but otherwise empty bed.
Oh my God. Where did that come from?
Kira: I did it.
Landon: Good. I did too.
Kira: Good.
Landon: I know it hasn’t been long since I last saw you, but I miss you.
Landon: I’m going to fall asleep any minute.
And that, above the sexy words and actions, was what meant the most to me. Maybe it was because I was still basking in the warmth of my orgasm, but his words touched me in a way fingers could never.
Kira: Good night, Landon.
Landon: Good night, Picasso.
I caught my breath and instinctively reached for the book on my nightstand. It was a romance book I’d read a few times, one that I turned to when I needed a mood booster. But when my hands grazed the cover, I realized I didn’t need it tonight and hadn’t in a while.