“Yes,” she breathed, her face growing more flushed.
“Where?” He found her shyness arousing as fuck.
“Everywhere.”
“I want you to tell me,” he growled.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and he knew he wasn’t going to get an answer. “I can’t.”
Sliding himself up, he leaned against his headboard, so they were looking at each other from the same angle. It felt wrong on every level to be sitting in the bed in the guest bedroom of his ex-wife’s house talking dirty to his girlfriend. Keeping his voice low, he continued the conversation.
“The next time I’m in bed with you, I’ll use my hands and touch every part of your body. Starting at your neck, I’ll work my way down, stopping only to spend time on your perfect tits, listening to the gasps you make when I play with your nipples. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She was panting.
“I’ll follow the same path with my tongue. Licking and sucking down your body. Sucking on each hard nipple until you cry out and beg for more. Would you like that?”
Leaning her head against the headboard, her lips parted as a soft moan escaped her mouth.
“Drop the blanket and touch your nipples the way I touch them.”
She looked as though she was going to argue, but instead she let the blanket fall before dragging her hand across her chest and squeezing her nipples; first one, then the other. Her broken sigh sent all his blood flowing to one place.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded her head as she tugged on her nipple. He was already rock hard and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. As much as he wanted to, he wanted them to get there together.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded again and shifted.
“Tell me.”
“I’m so wet,” she whimpered.
Unable to hold off, Chris reached a hand under the blanket and gripped himself. “Get rid of the blanket and show me how you touch yourself.”
Her eyes were unfocused as she stripped the blanket away and did as he told her. She spread her legs, giving him the perfect view of her slit. Signs of her arousal glistened. She was wet for him. She propped the phone up, freeing her hands and giving him a better view.
“Fuck,” he groaned when she finally moved her fingers and began touching herself.
Biting her lip, she spread her thighs even further apart, circling her clit before dipping a finger inside her pussy. She groaned loudly and slid down in the bed. “Shit!”
She looked fucking incredible. He licked his lips, wishing he was there to replace her fingers with his tongue. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh shit. Yes.”
Chris moved his hand in slow strokes as he watched Mallory bring herself pleasure. The only place he wanted to be was buried inside her, but his hand would have to do. Phone sex was something he never had the desire to do before, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His plan to sit back and watch the show had gone out the window.
He tossed his blanket to the side, putting himself in view of the camera. “Look at me.”
She looked at the screen, her eyes widening when she saw what he was doing. Her mouth opened, but he didn’t hear any words. He smiled at her as he continued to stroke himself.
“This is what watching you does to me. If I was there, I’d be inside you already.”
Without taking her eyes off the screen, she circled her clit faster and inserted a second finger, her back arching as she moved. When she closed her eyes, he knew her orgasm was close. His skin prickled as his own release drew nearer.
“Look at me. I want to see you.”
