“Who are you texting?” I asked her one night during sex.
“Jared,” she replied as she pushed back against me.
“Is he still going out with that couple from Bushwick?“ I was getting bored of the old doggy style, so I tipped her over onto her side and pulled a leg up against my chest before sliding back inside her.
“I don’t know. I think it’s still on-again off-again,” she said without looking up from the phone.
“Didn’t we have a rule about texting during sex?” I finally asked as I reached down to rub her clit with my thumb.
“I think we decided I can do it, but you can’t. Something about how it turns you on when I’m not paying attention, and it drives me crazy and makes me feel insecure when you do it.”
“That sounds familiar,” I said as I thrust harder inside her. She was breathing faster and I finally lifted her up with one arm and placed her down firmly on her back. I spread her thighs, took a long look at her perfect body and fucked her once more. She wrapped her arms around me as I kissed her neck and I could still hear her pressing buttons behind my back.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” I grunted as I pushed hard against her body.
“I’m trying to text dear. Don’t talk right now, ok?”
That completely pushed me over the edge and within seconds I was coming as hard a schoolboy and I could hardly see. Our bodies were slick with sweat and she finally let her hands fall onto my back. The phone fell onto the floor beside us and her fingers were strong on my shoulder.
“How is he?” I finally whispered.
“I have no fucking clue,” she replied with a kiss.
–Guy New York
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