17. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Amelia

I knew Desmond was working the late shift today so I waited until half past nine before texting him.

Snowflake: Carson asked me to schedule a meeting for Friday. An hour before the party… BBW: it's going to be okay Snowflake: I hope so BBW: I meant to ask you for a few days… BBW: Want to come back to my place after the party? BBW: Stay the night? Snowflake: seriously? Snowflake: Yes! BBW: Okay, awesome! BBW: We can sleep in on Saturday Snowflake: can't wait to "sleep in" with you BBW: Me neither

He sent a pair of eyes along with his message that appeared distinctly naughty.

BBW: The idea of you in my bed is exciting Snowflake: Of me sleeping in it? BBW: The idea of you. Full stop. Snowflake: I like the idea of me in your bed, too BBW: Oh, the things I want to do to you Snowflake: Like what? BBW: Really? Snowflake: Tell me. BBW: I want to hug you, hold and kiss you. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much I adore you.

A warm feeling spread from my chest through my body.

I'd given up dating after several failed situationships that I never managed to turn into something serious.

You have no headspace to deal with a guy now anyway. Focus on your new job and master it for once.

That's what I'd told myself after my last fling with an older guy I'd met at a pub that had ended in heartbreak—like so many before.

He'd been one of these eternal students, having enrolled in a new degree at thirty-five. And at first his determination to better his situation and not just hang around in front of the telly after work had impressed me. The infatuation had been short-lived when he'd told me he had a semester abroad planned.

Hooking up with someone I knew would leave not just the country, but the entire continent for half a year a few short weeks after we started dating, had sucked.

Eventually he had ghosted me a couple of days before his departure; probably so he wouldn't have to deal with saying goodbye and not be tempted to make promises he had no inclination to keep.

And then Desmond had appeared in my office door holding printer parts in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and I had been lost…

That sounds great ,I wrote, adding a little heart emoji to my message.

BBW: And I want to take your clothes off and bury my face between your legs. I want to make you come over and over again. On my tongue, my fingers, and my dick. And then I want to fold you in half and fuck your little cunt until you forget your name and the only thing you remember is mine because I'll make you scream it into the night. Snowflake: Holy. Shit. Desmond!

I hardly ever cursed, but it seemed appropriate for the occasion. A different kind of warmth spread through me, starting between my legs and heating me up thoroughly.

Snowflake: How many sleeps until Friday?? BBW: Too many BBW: Can I send you a pic? BBW: I never had the urge to send one before but God, Mia. I need you to see what you do to me… Snowflake: I never thought I'd say yes to this question… Snowflake: Yes.

Thirty seconds later another message popped up on my screen and I almost dislocated my jaw when it landed on my chest.

He sat on his couch with his jeans pulled down to the middle of his spread thighs. A large, furry hand gripped his hard dick just above the knot, a shiny bead of precum glittering on the pad of his thumb.

I was probably the only person on the planet who had never received a dick pic before and I wasn't sure I would have appreciated one from anybody else but Desmond.

What was I supposed to say? I tried different approaches in my head but they all sounded weird or made me cringe.

Was there a correct response to the mouthwatering photograph of a wolf dick pic?

I want to lick your thumb clean.You're so hot. You do the same to me. Wish I had you in me.

My phone buzzed and two words appeared under the picture.

BBW: Too much? Snowflake: No! Snowflake: I was just mesmerised and tried to think of the right thing to say Snowflake: Like…do I tell you how pretty your dick is? Or that I'd be itching to taste you or do something about it if I were with you right now? BBW: How about all of the above? Snowflake: All of the above, then… Snowflake: Are you touching yourself? BBW: I am. BBW: Are you? Snowflake: No Snowflake: But I… Snowflake: Well, this is awkward BBW: Don't overthink it, Mia BBW: Tell me whatever you want to say BBW: Just like you did in bed. BBW: Nobody but me will ever read it BBW: protects this chat with his life Snowflake: You're the best Snowflake: Do you want me to touch myself, too? BBW: fcuk yes BBW: fuck BBW: please

I quickly shimmied out of my tights and knickers and rucked my skirt up.Dipping two fingers inside me, I snapped a picture, hoping I got the angle right. I bet it was some kind of Internet rite of passage to send the first nude.

BBW: Oh God, snowflake BBW: I love what you are you doing to me

Heck yes, I could do this.

Snowflake: Wish it were your fingers in me, though Snowflake: not my own BBW: Fuck. Same. BBW: Your sweet cunt was dripping on the weekend. BBW: Is that how wet you are right now? Snowflake: Yes Snowflake: I just got my favourite vibrator out Snowflake: it's nowhere as good as you BBW: LOL my hand is a horrible substitute for you, too BBW: Tell me how you touch yourself BBW: Need to know Snowflake: I have the toy in me Snowflake: On my g-spot Snowflake: Feels so good if I close my eyes BBW: Y not leave them open? Snowflake: Then I can't imagine it's you Snowflake: Close BBW: Stop typing BBW: Make yourself come

I dropped the phone on the bed and started working my clit. Damn. It didn't take long until I clenched around my bright pink vibrator. The orgasm was nice, but nowhere near what I'd experienced with him.

Another picture was waiting in our chat, showing his fingers as they dragged through the pearly white mess on his abs.

BBW: Thank you, snowflake BBW: I'll keep your picture safe, I promise Snowflake: Oh God, I forgot that my nephews like to steal phones Snowflake: What do I do now? BBW: Remind me to set up a chatroom on my server for us BBW: Might be better to have a dedicated space for these kinds of pictures BBW: I'll do that next time I see you, okay? BBW: Can you not give them your phone until then? BBW: And change your code (not your birthday, or theirs!) Snowflake: Will do!

He sent a kissy face emoji in reply.

BBW: I'll go have a shower real quick BBW: Looking forward to Friday Snowflake: Me too Snowflake: Sleep well, my sweet wolf Snowflake: Dream of me BBW: Every night