Wait No More

Part Thirty-Three 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Later that evening, after a cozy dinner with her parents, Olivia settled onto the couch with her phone in hand, excited for her FaceTime with Ethan. She had been looking forward to this all day. As she waited for him to pick up, she replayed the moments from the market in her head, the sweet scent of fresh bread and flowers lingering in her memory.

When Ethan's face finally appeared on the screen, her heart skipped a beat. He looked relaxed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey, gorgeous! How was your day?"

"It was great! I went to the market with my parents," she replied, her smile wide. "I got some amazing stuff—fresh bread, veggies, and the most beautiful flowers. I wish you could have been there."

"I wish I could have been there too," he said, his gaze intensifying. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Olivia said softly, leaning closer to the camera. "You know, it's not just my heart that misses you."

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. "Oh really? What else misses me?"

Olivia felt a rush of heat as she let her words linger, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "My body yearns for your touch... it craves the way your hands feel on my skin, the way you pull me closer when we kiss."

His expression shifted, eyes darkening with desire. "You know how to get me all worked up, don't you?"

She bit her lip, feeling emboldened by his reaction. "Maybe I do. I've been thinking about the last time we were together... how it felt when you held me, the warmth of your body against mine."

Ethan leaned in closer, his voice low and inviting. "You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you, about us. I can't wait to feel you in my arms again."

Olivia could feel the tension building between them, the air thick with unspoken longing. "Until then, I'll just have to keep reminding you how much I want you," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Believe me, you're doing a great job," he replied, his gaze never leaving hers. "Just thinking about you makes it hard to focus on anything else."

As they continued to talk, the conversation ebbed and flowed between sweet memories and teasing banter, each word igniting the spark of anticipation for their next encounter.

Olivia could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as Ethan's gaze intensified. The playful banter between them took on a more serious tone, and she leaned in closer to the screen, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know, sometimes I lie in bed at night and imagine what it would feel like if you were here with me."

Ethan's breath caught, his expression shifting from playful to something much more primal. "Oh really? What do you imagine?"

She felt a thrill run through her at the challenge in his voice. "I imagine your hands exploring my body, how you'd take your time, savoring every inch of me. I miss the way you make me feel, Ethan. How you know exactly how to touch me to drive me wild."

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. "You have no idea how much I've been craving that. Just the thought of your skin against mine... the way you moan when I kiss you..."

Olivia felt a rush of excitement at his words. "It drives me crazy thinking about how you would hold me, the way you'd pull me closer, as if you never wanted to let me go. I want you to feel how much I've missed you."

Ethan leaned even closer to the camera, his voice low and enticing. "If I were there right now, I'd wrap my arms around you, pull you against me, and kiss you until neither of us could breathe. I'd take my time, letting you feel every moment."