“Tell me.”
“I . . . I pull a pillow against my body and push another one between my legs. They’re too soft, but I like having them there while wishing it was you.”
“Christ,” I groan. “Are you wet?”
“So wet.”
I increase my speed as the vision takes hold—a hot, lusty vision. Her tits poking out beneath her top, fingers plucking those perky tips. Eyes dark and heavy. Skin flushed. I inhale a few breaths, about to shoot all over my hand, and I’m just getting started. “Know what I want to do?”
“What?” she whispers.
“Lick and suck on your nipples, set you on fire. Then spread open your legs—” Images flash in my head like hot sparks. “Bury my face in your sweet, glistening pussy. Lick you up and down until you’re writhing, creaming. You’ll be so turned on your juices will be dripping down your thighs. I’ll lick those up, too. Can you feel it, baby? My tongue on you, inside of you?”
“Yes,” she moans, and I jerk my cock faster, the pressure building up like steam in a kettle.
“I’ll bend you over the arm of the couch with that gorgeous ass up in the air, the head of my cock at the entrance of your slit. I’ll tease you some more, dragging it across your clit. And only when you’re chasing it, begging for me to fill you, will I slide my cock inside, watching it disappear into your heat while you thrust back and forth, fucking yourself on me, your pussy tightening around me. You, screaming my name.”
“Oh my God.”
“My name, baby. Let me hear it.”
“Chaz,” she gasps.
“Fuck!” I squeeze the base of my shaft, my balls aching, about to explode. “I’m going to come if we don’t stop.”
The air fills with the rasps of our breathing. My pulse hammers through my veins.
“Could you really have come?” Her question is just above a whisper.
“Hell, yes.” I struggle to find a coherent thought. “I have before just thinking about you. I get so fucking hard that I need to get off. That’s what you do to me.”
“Then why not tonight?”
“Because that’s not what this was about. It was about talking and feeling good, going at your pace. How was that for you?”
“Amazing.” She pulls in a breath and exhales a soft sigh. “I think I’m going to enjoy exploring with you.”
“I can’t wait to get you wet again.”
Her laugh is breathy. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, Blue. Sleep well, hugging those pillows until I get there.”
“I will. Night, Chaz.”
“Night.”
She blows a kiss into the phone and disconnects. I lean back and close my eyes. I’m still hard and hurting, but despite the state of my body, I feel calm and fulfilled.
That’s the last thought I remember before waking in the morning. The first thing I do is message her:
Chaz: Pop by later and have coffee with me.
Chaz: P.S. Last night was incredible.
Remembering every detail, I grow hard. More than just morning wood. I toss off the sheet and quickly step into the shower. As the hot water hits me, I fuck my soapy hand, imagining how it would be to have her spread open for me, my face between her legs. Within seconds I come on a long, groan of release. And Lexie’s name is on my lips.
Iglance at the clock again. Somehow, the minutes have slowed to a crawl, each tick building up a jittery buzz.6:52. I straighten the kitchen stools and chill two glasses in the freezer. I’d chosen a light, fruity wine to complement the lobster rolls. Easy and casual.
