'The New Temptations'
(A/N: A shamelessly sexy, PWP ficlet... Very steamy. What? They've got to have sex sometimes... Enjoy!)
'I'm thinking about you...'
The text came through just as the first speaker had finished his introduction, the phone buzzing quickly, urgently in Eve's pocket. Reading the message as subtly as she could, Eve couldn't stop the jolt that went right through her stomach.
'What are you thinking about?'
As if she needed to ask.
Eve pressed send and switched her phone to silent, putting it on the table in front of her, on top of the booklet which proudly bore the emblem of the International Forensic Scientists Association. Within a few seconds, the phone screen lit up again.
'Like you don't know!'
Eve couldn't help a laugh escaping, hid it quickly in response to a disapproving glance from her left.
'Where are you?' she texted back. Stella's day off; she would put her money on either home or a café – sitting out in the sun with a coffee and a smug smile on her face.
'Bed.'
Home, then.
Eve felt a little shivering sensation travel up her spine as she anticipated the answer to her next question.
'What are you wearing?'
She crossed her legs as surreptitiously as possible, and waited for a reply. She didn't have to wait long.
'Little black lacy knickers'
Eve swallowed. She knew the ones. They were possibly the sexiest thing Stella owned, and the image of her, lying on their big double bed in just those tiny black lacy knickers swam to the front of her mind.
'Anything else?'
'No'
'Take them off.'
A slight pause, then, 'They're off. You've made me wet...'
The exchange had been quick, so quick, and Eve's head was suddenly filled with a rush so loud she couldn't think. She reached out for her polystyrene cup – the coffee flooded her mouth, strong and sweet even though it shouldn't have been – there was no sugar in it.
'How do you know?' sent Eve, knowing full well that she was tempting fate with her question. After the reply, Eve knew she wouldn't be able to stop... and she didn't want to.
'Because my fingers are so wet... I wish they were yours, pushing so deep into me, fucking me so slowly, so deeply...'
Eve fought back a moan, licked her lips. They were suddenly so dry. 'You're making me so hot... I just want to fuck you, feel you so wet for me. I want you to moan for me...'
'I'm moaning for you now, I'm fucking myself so hard... I need you inside of me, feeling how hot I am for you... I'm so hot Eve... fuck me...'
Eve's eyes flickered shut. She could feel how wet she was getting, could feel a pounding between her legs so strong...
'I want to taste you. I want you so hot and sweet in my mouth. I want to press into you, so deep into you, god Stella...'
'Make me come'
It was an order, a command, so demanding, so yearning. It made Eve's mouth go dry and her pussy so wet. She wanted it. God she wanted it, needed it...
'I want to make you come for me, I want you to soak me, I want you to come on me, I want you to come so loud, so hard and fast... I want to fuck you so hard that afterwards you can't move...'
Eve hit send. Then, unable to keep still, she packed up her things in a matter of seconds and left the room. Reaching the empty corridor, the doors closing behind her, Eve leant against the wall, her head back against it.
However many minutes passed Eve had no idea – she couldn't move nor think, until she sudden;y slipped open her phone and pressed the speed dial for Stella.
"Did you?" she croaked, the second the ringing stopped. There was a pause, Stella's heavy breathing the only sound.
"I did..." rasped Stella, her voice coarse and deep. It was so easy to tell, at least for Eve, that Stella had just been moaning so loud... "Hard and fast and, God baby, it was so good..."
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