Talk to me, Kate. I’m not great at games. Just tell me what you want.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the damn holiday, or maybe she was fed up with herself and her structured little life. Whatever the reason, Kate decided to be honest with him.
I think I want you.
Chapter Two
Kate stared down at the message on the phone and waited for his response. In fact she realized she was holding her breath.
Then we’re in luck. I want you too. I want to kiss that smile. I want to take it inside of me, let it feed me. Where did you come from, Kate?
Your phone.
I fucking love my phone right now.
Should we talk? Do you want my number?
Is that what you want?
Kate didn’t think so. Talking would make it all too real. What if he had a squeaky voice? What if he sounded like a total douchebag? In the written word he was perfect. Funny, charming, intelligent. Maybe a little wistful. A lot romantic. That was who she wanted. The picture and the words. Only more of them. Her very own fantasy come to life.
I like this. I like talking like this. No pressure.
Okay. No pressure. Can you tell me though what you would taste like right now if I kissed you? If I slipped my tongue inside your mouth?
I imagine I would taste like the red wine I’ve been drinking.
Delicious. Are you tipsy, Kate?
A little bit. You have to know… this, talking like this, it’s not something I do all the time. At all really.
Me either. You’re the first person on this app I’ve messaged with. Mostly I thought it was just a silly game to give people a boost of confidence every now and then.
Do you need that boost of confidence?
No, I already told you I have a VERY large appendage.
Sorry I forgot. :)
Oh no, don’t go all smiley face on me. Once we descend to emojis, there is no going back. I prefer words.
I prefer your words.
I’m going to kiss you on the side of your neck now, Kate. Your hair in your picture is red, is that the real color?
Yes.
There was no reason to tell him about the color she used to cover the gray. There was honesty and then there was a woman’s prerogative to not divulge certain secrets.
And your eyes… are they really that green?
Yes.
Then I’m going stare into those eyes, Kate. Those amazing green eyes and I’m going to lift your hair off your neck. Then I’m going to kiss you right under your ear. And you’re going to smell so good and feel so soft, I will lose my heart to you in that moment.
Can I kiss you back?
Yes, but you have to be aggressive. Your tongue in my mouth, your fingers in my hair, your hard nipples pressed into my chest. I want you to claim me.
Kate read the message, then again, and again. Had she ever done that? Had she ever been aggressive and taken what she wanted from a man?
No. Never. She’d always been passive in any sexual relationship she had. And while this could hardly be called that, she loved the feeling of power it inspired in her.
Alright. Once I’ve sucked your tongue into my mouth and after I’ve pulled your lower lip in between my teeth, then I’m going to want to run my nails down your back. You want me to claim you… then I’ll need to mark you.
Fuck yes.
Kate liked that part of him too. The crude part. It made him seem more real to her.
He sent another message.
Yeah, you’re going to want to take charge then. I can feel you reaching under my shirt, feel the bite of those nails on my back, but I can’t do it, Kate. I can’t let you take over. I’m in charge and we’re going to play this my way. Say it.
It was insane how turned on she was by that. Crazy that she instantly knew what he wanted to her to write back.
You’re in charge, John.
That’s my girl. Now I’m going to need you to get naked. Strip for me. And I mean for me. Every piece you take off, know it’s for me. You’ll hesitate when you take off your bra, but you’ll do it. You’ll slowly pull your panties down because you know that’s how I like it. Where are you?
My living room.
Stay there. Are there windows? I don’t want anyone to see you. You naked is only for me.
Kate shook her head. She’d lived alone for almost twenty years, and she’d never sat around in her house naked. The only naked she did was from the shower to her closet and back again. She couldn’t a recall a time she’d ever slept naked. Even with boyfriends back in college, there had always been a t-shirt and some panties.
Naked seemed too raw.
I don’t know if I can do this.
Then we won’t. Let’s talk about your job. What do you do for fun? I just want to keep talking. I’m not sure why but I have this crazy feeling… like we know each other already. I’m sorry if I pushed. I thought that’s where you wanted to go.
The last twenty years of her life had been all about her job. It’s why she was spending Christmas with a stranger on her phone. A stranger who wanted her to get naked.
Who are you?
I’m John. And you’re… safe with me. I promise.