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Kenzi

Ohmy. Wow. Thank you xoxox

You like?

Kenzi

I love it. Your muscles are just wow. Thank you for including your hair for me. :-) And that ab V or whatever it’s called… omg. **Faints**

There’s a big goofy smile on my face that I’m not used to. I’ve never had this cute flirting stuff with anyone before. She’s kidnapping me into her world, and I’m slowly surrendering, a willing hostage.

Kenzi

I have a few more of me…

Five more photos come through, and while these are thankfully less sexy, they are just as beautiful with her wearing a mint-green sundress that brings out her eyes. She’s sitting on a wicker swing I recognize as being on Katherine’s front porch. She’s more natural in these photos, with no hair clip things and less makeup, but she looks breathtaking, older, and elegant. The last picture, however, instantly becomes my favorite. It’s a moody setting, grainy black and white, taken in her bedroom at the Inn. She’s standing at the window with her back to the camera, completely nude with the thin gauzy curtain blowing behind her like a veil. Her perfect round ass and the swell of her breast is visible through the curtain as the light coming from the window gives her a beautiful silhouette, accentuating all her curves. She’s looking down and off to the side, her mouth slightly parted, her long ebony eyelashes lying against her cheek. It’s hands-down the most sensual photo I’ve ever seen. I want to print it, frame it, and hang it over my bed where it can be the first thing I see every morning. My finger slides across the screen, along the curve of her waist. Wishing. Wanting.

That last one, Angel. It fucking ended me.

Kenzi

I like that one, too. I can’t believe that’s me.

Me either.

I’m speechless. I think I’m going to need a cold shower.

Kenzi

LOL

I’m dead fucking serious. The things I would do to you. You gotta stop.

Kenzi

Tell me.

No.

Kenzi

Tor. Don’t close up. I like you this way. Just let us have this for tonight. It’s just fun fantasy. Make it my birthday present.

I already have a present for you.

Kenzi

Then let me have two :-)

My chest tightens. I want to give her everything. I want tobeher everything. I type something quick and generic but then delete it, because it’s cheap and lame and she deserves better. There was a time when I penned lyrics that screamed of heartache, desire, and undying love. One thing I know I can do is make love to her with words.

I would have loved to come up behind you in that last picture, pull your hair to the side, whisper in your ear, and ravish your neck with my mouth until you fall back against me. I’d slowly run my hands up your body and caress those perfect tits of yours until you were begging me for more.

My breathing speeds up as I type to her. This is like crazy fucking foreplay, and I’m hard as a rock for her. My phone is silent, but I can feel her waiting for more. Even miles away, our connection resonates between us.

I’m going to burn in hell.

I’d bend you over that windowsill, spread your thighs, and slide slow and deep into you. I’d want to hear you gasp and feel your body all tight and wet around me. I’d tilt your head back and kiss you until you’re delirious and can’t breathe without me. I’d carry you to the bed and make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms and I’d count the minutes until I could be inside you again. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you, and I’m afraid I’d love you and fuck you to the point of mental and physical exhaustion. And then I’d do it all over again until neither one of us can even consider the idea of ever not touching again.