My smile fades, and there’s a pull in between my legs. I squirm against the covers. “I am,” I admit quietly. “I’m desperate for a lot more than your touch, though.”
“Tell me,” he urges.
A tinge of embarrassment stings my skin. I reach over and turn the light off before admitting anything. At least now the walls aren’t staring at me.
“I’m desperate for everything. Your attention, your touch, your kiss...” I can’t believe I’m admitting this.
“Anything else?” His voice is edged with something tight.
When I say nothing, he sighs. “Don’t get shy, Dimples.”
“Your praise,” I quickly blurt. “I like it, okay? I like…pleasing you.”
He curses. “Fuck me.That might be the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life.”
I put my phone on speaker but turn the volume down just in case Zoe happens to come home. My hands rest against my stomach, and my pulse beats everywhere.
“If you like pleasing me, then I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do.”
I swallow.
“Can you do that for me?” he asks.
I shiver. “Yes.”
“Spread your legs.”
I spread my legs on top of the bed.
“Okay,” I exhale. “I did it.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “Now slide your hand down your body until it’s in between your legs.”
My nipples harden as soon as I drag my palm past my belly button. Heat pools at my center, my body throbbing for my fingers in a way it never has before. I make a noise that sounds a lot like a whimper.
“That’s it...” Malaki encourages. “Let me hear every sexy little noise.”
My breaths are choppy, my chest moving quickly. “Now what?”
“Are you wet?”
I quickly skim my fingers against my warm flesh, not needing to slip a finger in between the folds to find out. “Yes.”
“Good,” he says. “Now give your clit the attention it deserves.”
I waste no time.
My fingers find the spot my body needs, and I begin to unravel. I rub fast circles against my clit, my legs spreading evenwider, desperate for a release. A slight moan leaves me in the midst of pleasure, and Malaki curses again.
“Fuck, I might get off just listening to you.”
I whimper again, my fingers working faster than they ever have.
“Jesus Christ.” His voice is strained, and it sends me into a frenzy. “Give yourself what you need, Reese. Put your fingers exactly where they need to go.”
I take my other hand and slip a finger inside. When I realize it isn’t enough, I push another one in and make a noise of satisfaction.
“How many fingers are inside?”
