“You make me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. You make me experience arousal the likes of which makes me dizzy and breathless… makes me want to feel all the things, Seth.” His name rolling off my tongue had me becoming wetter.
“That’s it, Grace.” I heard more moving, more rustling of blankets. “Touch yourself, Grace. Let me know what you’re experiencing, how it feels to have those fingers moving between your legs, baby.” He groaned again, and I heard the sharp inhalation as he took a breath.
Was he stroking himself, too?
Was his hand wrapped around his dick right now?
Was he stroking himself, thinking about me, jerking off to the thought of me with my fingers between my thighs?
Another guttural grunt exited him and I couldn’t resist from moaning in answer.
“Touch yourself, Grace. Tell me how fantastic it feels.”
I placed my hand under my jeans, beneath my panties, and separated my legs right as my fingers slipped along my cleft. My clit throbbed, the slightest touch of my fingers on that bundle of nerves causing me to gasp.
“Are you touching yourself, Grace?” His voice was low, causing the heat in my body to rise.
I was a volcano poised to blow. I hadn’t even fully touched myself yet, yet I knew I could’ve gotten off just from hearing the rich timbre of his tone.
“Yes.” A cry from me as a shock wave of pleasure blasted through me.
He roared, that sound radiating through my entire body.
I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit quicker, harder. My jeans were in the way, prohibiting me from truly working myself up. In a matter of seconds, I got the phone tucked between my shoulder and ear, shimmied the jeans and panties down my thighs, pulled one leg out, and spread my thighs.
Then I had my hand straight back between my legs, dragging my fingers through my slit, gathering my moisture and bringing it back to the firm little bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy.
“Tell me what you’re doing. Describe it to me, baby.”
I didn’t even know if I could properly form words at this point, not as I knew my orgasm was dangerously close to the surface already and I had only began stroking myself.
“How does it feel?” His voice was so heavy, his breathing so hard.
“It feels good.” My voice hitched, my breath sawing in and out of my wide mouth.
“God, Grace. I wish I was there right now. It’d be my hand between your legs, my fingers caressing that small clit of yours.”
My eyes were open, expanded as pleasure raced through me.
“And then I’d part your thighs even farther, move down your body, and latch my mouth right on your center. I’d lick and suck on you till you mashed your pussy on my face, until your wetness poured down my throat. I’d get you off, taste your orgasm, claim it as mine.”
“Yes,” I yelled out. “Yes.”
“And when the time is right, when you’re all nice and primed for me, I’m going to claim you, baby. I’m going to grab that innocence that clings to you and make it my own.”
I couldn’t think straight with the want pouring through me.
“Because you’re mine. I won’t let you go. Ever.”
And I didn’t want him to.
“Now.” His voice got stronger, more forceful. “Come for me, Grace.”
And then I closed my eyes, arched my back, and ran my finger faster over my clit. The tone of his voice, the control in his voice, his order… it all made me intoxicated, uncontrolled.
My head was tossed back on the cushion, my entire body strung tight as ecstasy coursed through every single cell in my body. I could hear Seth groaning on the other end, the sound of his hand stroking over his cock so loud it was almost if he was in the same room with me. Flesh moving across flesh, skin smacking against skin.
It made me feel inebriated.
