“Good. I’d hate to make it too easy on you.”
“You’re definitely not.”
Laughing, I say, “I’m about to make it a little harder. Slide a hand into your pants, Evie.”
“What?” her breathy question has my cock twitching in my pants.
“You heard me. I want your hand on your bare pussy, and I want it now, baby.”
I hear her breath hitch and then the barest of moans.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good, now press a finger against your slit and slowly slide it in, but just one finger.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers as I snake a hand into my own pants to lightly stroke myself.
“Tell me what you feel like.”
Her breaths are coming faster, and her voice is strained when she says, “Hot and wet, so fucking wet, Valeri.” She lets out another moan that has me gripping my cock even harder. “And tight.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, wondering why the fuck I’m torturing myself like this. “Slide your finger out and bring it to your clit. Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“You get four rubs, baby, but only four, and don’t you dare fucking come.”
Her gasp is sexy as fuck.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
“One,” I count, stroking the length of myself as she rubs along her sensitive clit. “Two.” I hear her gasp and say, “Three.” Her breaths are fast enough for me to warn, “Fight it, Evie. You’re not allowed to come when I’m not there.”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans, and I wait until I hear her take a deep, steadying breath.
“Last one, baby. Four.”
“Fuck,” she groans, and there’s so much frustration in it that I can’t help but laugh, even though I’m feeling the pain too.
“Hand off your pussy,” I tell her, “and lick your finger clean like a good girl.”
I hear the wet sounds of her obedience and let out a pained groan of my own. “God, you’re perfect, such a good girl,” I praise her, smiling when she lets out another moan at my words.
“I’m going to be thinking about that all day.”
“That was the point,” I say with a laugh. “I’d hate for you to forget about me.”
“Impossible,” she says, making my smile grow even as I tuck my painfully hard cock back in my pants.
I hurry up and put a T-shirt on and grab my boots before walking into the kitchen. “I’ll miss seeing you in the morning, but I’m excited to have tomorrow night with you. Don’t forget to ask Jerry for the night off.”
“I won’t forget, and I’ll miss you too.”
“I need to get going, but text me later and be careful.”
