“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” Her response is choppy, almost as if it startles her.
“Your neck?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Would you want me to suck your nipples?”
“That would feel good.”
“Kiss your stomach.”
“There, too.”
“How about sliding my tongue up your long legs? It would take me a while, but what a trip that would be. Think you’d be all right with that?”
“Y-yes. Would you do all that?”
“Baby, I would lick your gorgeous body all over. Feast on every inch like it’s my last meal.”
“Oh.” Her breathy moan fires my blood. I push down the front of my pants and grasp my raging hard-on, giving it a slow stroke. “Are you touching yourself, Blue?”
“I’m afraid I won’t come.”
“You don’t have to come for it to feel good. How about we just talk and touch for the pleasure of it?”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah, been hard as stone since we started texting.”
“Wow. Okay. Um. How do you . . . uh . . . touch yourself?”
“I’ll tell you, but first, push up your top and play with your nipples. I want you with me on this.”
“Okay. Ohhh.” She lets out one of those breathy moans.
“Are you doing it?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“How are you touching them?”
“Um. Rubbing them with my thumbs and uh . . . tugging them with my fingers.”
“Fuck, Lex.”
“Your turn.”
“I’m shirtless and twisting one nipple with my hand and fisting my cock with the other. A tight grip, but my movements are slow, from the base to the tip, up and down, building the pleasure.”
“God, Chaz. That sounds hot.”
“I’m burning up.” But my hand isn’t enough. I wanther. “Talk to me, baby. Do you think about me when you’re in bed?”
“All the time,” she whispers.
