Page 49 of Sext Me, Baby
Until then, get some sleep.
Sara:
Okay, I’ll try.
Ian:
And Sara, no touching yourself.
The next time you come will be when I’m buried inside you.
Sara:
Oh my god.
Ian:
Sweet dreams, gorgeous. Until tomorrow…
TEN
I walk slowlythrough the crowded dance club, searching for anyone who might be Ian. I don’t know how I expect to recognize him when I’ve never seen his face. Now, if he was walking around shirtless, I’d have no problems. The number of times I studied the photos he texted me, I could probably pick him out of a lineup blindfolded by touch alone.
Oh God, I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous. Placing my free hand on my belly, I focus on taking deep breaths through my nose and out my mouth. Once I see him, can finally touch him, I know my nerves will settle. But how much longer will he make me wait?
My phone vibrates in my other hand, and I nearly drop it in my haste to check the screen.
Ian:
You look absolutely stunning in that dress, babygirl.
Sara:
Thank you ??
Ian:
Goddamn, it’s good to be able to see you smile and bite your lip like that.
Ian:
I want you so bad, woman.
Sara:
You can have me. I’m right here. Where are you?
Ian:
I’m not far. Go to the dance floor. Dance for me, Sara.
Sara:
Why don’t you come with me? We can dance together.
Ian:
Not yet. I want to watch you first.
