CHAPTER 59

Edna's pov
After typing my apology message to Killian, I rush over to the bathroom to quickly wash off the sticky and dried-up sweat from my body. Once that was done, I rushed over to the nightstand where I had placed my phone to meet he had replied to me.
"Hey, Eddie, don't worry. I'm glad to know that you are fine and that you had a productive day. I miss you so much, babes. And I can't wait to see you again. I'm out with Jason and his friends. They kind of dragged me out here"
His reply came in almost immediately and my phone almost dropped from my hand. Why the fuck is he hanging out with Jason? Isn't that dangerous?
I shot him back my reply
"And you are texting me? Isn't that risky?"
"No sweetcheeks. I'm a bit far from them so it's fine"
I visibly relaxed after his reply came in.
"Alright then. Enjoin yourself and be safe" I dropped my phone and began to lotion my body when his reply came.
"Believe me, there's no better way I could enjoy myself, without you by my side"
Oh boy!
"Is that right? And what would that entail exactly big boy" I quickly sent him my reply feeling fired up already.
"What it would entail, little fairy is me showing you how much I've missed you. Because you've really been testing my patience"
Is that so fireboy? I said audibly as he could hear me. I put down my leg to answer him.
"I'm mortified! What could ever make you think I want to be slow with you?"
Like a child waiting for her candy, I had a smile plastered all over my face as I waited for his reply to come in.
"Oh, I'd like to show you how really fast I can go, if we weren't this far away and the situation was to be the opposite"
I was about to send my reply when another of his texts came in.
"I can show you how fast I can go and I can tell you'd be pleased to know how fast I really can go… and yeah, the distance might not exactly be a barrier."
And now this boy had successfully landed my mind in a hot, sultry gutter.
"Try me, Kills!..."
I said and adjusted properly on my bed, getting ready for this conversation.
"Hypothetically, if you are here with me right now, I'd show you how fast my fingers can travel"
"How so?" I replied.
"Impatience, yeah?...... I'd fastly run my fingers inward through your legs then up your thigh and ask you to split your legs. And then I'd ask in a whisper how much you like my pace….on a scale of one to ten. What would your reply be, Ed?"
"Two… if we're talking fingers on thighs, I'd Two"
"So you want me to go slow on your thighs?" I thought about his question for a while before I replied.
"Yeah… on my thighs"
"Do you want to know what I'd do next?" My fingers were typing the reply before I could even think of an answer.
"Yes"
"Just yes?" What does he mean just yes?" "Oh" I mumbled to myself after I figure out what he meant
"Yes….please"
"Great! I would slow my pace and walk my finger up your thighs, sneaking between what you wore on your birthday, and I'll walk them slowly, up to the point where you want me the most…how would you feel then gumdrop?"
"I would probably be digging my evil claws onto your back 'cause I mean, my legs would vigorously be shaking from all your feather-like touches and I'd clench my thighs tightly because obviously, I'd have created a mess in the place I want you to be the most."
"Are you dripping wet right now, Edna?" Like hell I am!
"I am…"
"Oh, fuck me!" A cheeky grin broke out on my face.
"I think we are missing some very important steps….before fuck me….so would do what I want with you too?" Here's the girl that thinks she's no slut. What are you doing to me, Killian?
His reply was delayed by a second from the usual
"Maybe… the thigh-clenching thing is a big no!"
"And why wouldn't you let me?"
"Because I wouldn't be done with them yet!"
"I see what other thing would you want to do to them? If I'm to move my hands up your thighs and grab that massive member of yours, will you still not be done with them?" And now, I've successfully driven myself up with no idea of how I'd bring myself down.
"I'd love what you are doing, but it will only lead to me fingers going higher and higher and probably inside too" I reply to him, if only this was an audio communication, you'd understand how breathless I've become
"And if you get your hands inside, I'd be sure to do the same." Yeah right! Rock on fire girl. My wolf wiggles her waist as we sex-chatted our mate. I don't know what pushed me into typing the next message but I did before his reply could come in.
"Is there any way you could ditch your friends for a while?" I scoffed after I hit the send button….friends my cute ass!
"They are not my friends, please" his reply read "and to answer your question, yes, there's a private section in the club, I could go there if you want"
"I want….quickly"
Like I said I have no idea why I asked him to go to a secluded place and neither have an idea of what I was doing, but I knew I wanted him. If that's not enough reason to be with him —whatever it is they call what I'm doing right now, then I don't know what other reason that will do. And again I know he was driving me insane, after my birthday night, it seemed like I couldn't get enough of him. I sleep and wake up with his thoughts littered everywhere in my head. Heck! I go through training with only his face as my cover. I know I'm whipped! Thank you.
"I' m here," his next reply said
"Oh, good"
"So what do you want me to do for you?"
"I want you to make love to me, Killian. With your words" I punched the send button before I could change my mind. I couldn't think properly with the words he wrote and neither could I with the thoughts in my head. There was nothing I wanted at that time that didn't have to do with Killian. What I felt was something that could be described —supposedly, by someone else, because right now, I was a shit of myself. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and my chest felt like it would bust out of my rib cage any moment from now. My whole body felt electrified and got as Venus and the blood in my veins boiled, all these things at the mercy of one man
His reply came on much quicker than I anticipated and the thunder in my chest turned into a raging storm with every word I read.
"Fucking hell, Edna. I'm going to make love to you until you forget your name and you choke not on my dick but your moans"
I bit down on my lip to suppress a moan that was brewing from those words. It was ironic because he did say he would make me choke on my moans and that has almost happened. Thank the goddess for little miracles.
"I like that you are good with words, Kills and it turns me on all the more, but can you please, quit the teasing and go ahead with business?"
"Because your request was so humble I'd do" he replied and I giggled. Yeah, I can't afford to be proud or sassy right now, so, why not?
"Great!" I sent him my reply.
"Where are you right now?" He asked.
"On my bed" I quickly typed in my reply.
"Have you had your bath yet?" Didn't I just tell this fucker I was going to have my bath, minutes ago? I replied nonetheless.
"Yes"
"Have you lotioned-up?" Just a part of my leg—from my foot to my knee, so no.
"No"
"Good! Before we start with the lotion I need to know what you are wearing"
"I'm draped over my robe" my free hand unconsciously went down to smoothen the wrinkles part of my Robe.
"Nothing underneath?" Oh, shoot! Should I have stayed bare?
"Just my panties"
"Oh, your breasts are bare?" Of course, my breast is bare. Who wears a bra inside a robe…. I shot him my reply.
"Clean and bare"
"Send me a picture"
Wait….what? A picture of what?
"A picture of what?"
"Your tits. You said they were clean and bare"
This is such a bad idea and where the hell was I getting all these securities from? Perhaps I wasn't nicely packed in the chest department but I never felt weird or bad about it up until today. I untied the knots I formed with the robe and parted the robe a bit, just enough to show my two perky breasts. After taking a couple of pictures, I found one that I really liked and was cute enough and sent it to him.
"Fucking hell, Edna. Is it just my eyes playing a trick on me? Do they actually grow bigger?"
"I think after you touched them with your magical hands the other time, they have no option than you grow big…you fertilized them, perhaps "
"That's not the only thing I hope to fertilize, sweetcheeks" what the hell are you talking about big boy, I wanted to ask but before I type the question, another of his messages came in. "I need you to do something for me"
"Okay…."
"I need you to remember the way you felt when I had my bulge pressed to your stomach on the day of your twenty-fifth birthday"
"Like I could ever forget…." And it is true because just thinking about that night ignited something deep in me. Like fire, it burnt down every fear and had and left the petals burning in my veins to this day.
"Now, imagine I'm trailing kisses on you. Your forehead. The tip of your nose. Your lips. Your neck. Your collarbone and shoulder and your cleavage until I finally reach those perky and majestic looking breasts of yours—those small goddamn works of art. Then imagine me cupping them from outside, the only obstacle within us is that furry robe of yours, while I graze over your clean and bare nipples" I gulped down as my brain registered all that he was saying.
"And I would try to hold you from outside your Jean. Would you let me?"
"Of course. It is all yours"
"And then I'd go straight for your button and belt before I undo your trousers. I'd shut it down a bit before cupping your shaft along with your brief fabric."
"I'm not sure the intensity of the growl that would leave my mouth after you do that. I would gently pull your hand away and lean towards you until you are lying on your back and I'd hover around you like the sky. Before you understand what I would do to you, I'd untie the knot of your robe with my teeth, part it with my finger, while I breathe hot breath on your stomach and belly button. I'd brush my lips against yours and as you arch your back in want for more, I'd kiss you again, this time more intense and sinful than the last. Once you get your hands wrapped over my back, I'd break off the kiss and begin to trail slow wet kisses from your lips to your neck and then your breast. I'd flick my tongue over your areola while my hand squeeze the other"
"I'd be a juicy mess by the time you are done with me" I replied.
"Oh, trust me there won't be a fucking drip of juice anywhere near you. I'd be sure to lick them up like you are my last meal…now imagine me lotioning you up, from the sole of your feet. Can you do that for me?"
" Yes," I immediately replied.
" Great! Pour a nice amount of lotion into your palm and massage it on your leg, from your foot up to your knees, and then your thighs. Only imagine it is me doing that shit to you….are you at your knee yet?"
"Yes," I managed to answer. My eyes were rolling on their own and I felt like my waist was going to break from how bad I had begun to quiver.
"Now, I want you to slip two fingers into your sweet entrance, only imagine it was me doing it. Place your thumb on your G-spot and drive it in a circular motion while you try to increase the pace of your other finger. Thrust them on and out of your pleasure and don't stop until I say it is okay…."
And like a horse being led to be slaughtered, I did as he said and I felt my walls clench around my fingers. At this time, I have zero ideas about the whereabouts of my phone but who cares.
The fire Killian lit in me was burning nonstop.
"Oh, fuck me, Killian!" I groan as I finally come undone.