“You in bed?” I ask, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Give me a mental image. What are you wearing?”
“Oh, um . . . nothing sexy, if that’s what you mean.”
“If it’s on you, Blue, it’s sexy.”
“You’re sweet.”
My thoughts are far from sweet. “Describe it for me.”
“White cotton pajama shorts with a matching tank top. If it matters, they have little cherries on them.”
“It matters,” I say, picturing her curled beneath the soft, heated blanket, her hair fanned across her pillow, long legsbare and smooth. I imagine the shape of her full, round breasts outlined against the cotton of her tank. The cherries bring to mind two soft mounds of whipped cream.
“What are we going to do?” she whispers.
“I want to ask you some things about the way you react physically to me. Is that okay?”
“I . . . I think so.”
“We can stop any time.”
“All right.”
“Last night, when you felt turned on, what was it that really did it for you?”
“Um . . . it started with the way you . . . kissed me.”
“How did I kiss you?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Take your time. Just say whatever comes to mind.”
She hesitates before replying. “Whenever you kiss me, it’s like I’m gliding through calm waters while at the same time being pulled under by a rip tide. It’s an exciting combination that turns me on but still keeps me safe.”
“Damn, Blue!”
“Did that even make sense?
“Yeah.” So much so my dick is shooting up through my sweats. “How about the way I touched you? What did you like about that?”
Her response is quicker this time and just as descriptive.
“You have big hands; your fingertips are calloused, and that roughness on my skin. . . it made me feel alive.”
Fuck, she’s good at this, but I still ask. “You doing okay, Lex? Can I get more graphic?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I . . . I like this. Ask me anything you want.”
Hell yeah!“How did my hands feel on your breasts?”
“Amazing. I loved the way you squeezed gently, then more firmly. I loved the friction on my nipples.”
“Can you imagine having my mouth on your skin?”
