“Good.” Royal practically purrs into the phone, but it’s not a purr, more like a pleased growl. “Go ahead and take that other hand, rest it on your stomach. It doesn’t have to move, just feel it resting there. You can use it to feel your breaths, pull them deep and low.”
Each breath draws a deep, warm scent of my own smell and of the fresh, laundered linens on my bed. It’s cozy and safe.
“Slide your fingers back between your legs, let them slip deep between your folds. Go nice and slow.”
He makes it sound so easy, but I follow his instructions. Using two fingers, I push down between my lower lips and am met with a warmth I didn’t expect.
“Oh.” I slide my fingers a little more, coating them with moisture.
“Are you warm and wet?” Royal’s inquiry brings more warmth to my face and neck.
“Yeah, I am.” The admission makes me smile, and I don’t even know why.
“Pet yourself, don’t focus on anything other than getting to know your body.” His words come out slowly, without a rush. After a minute of silence, he continues. “You should be able to find a spot that’s a little hard and protrudes from the rest. It’ll be toward your pelvic bone and —”
“I found it,” I gasp.
“That’s your clit. It’s probably extra sensitive if you’ve been touching it while we’ve been talking. You should be touching it.” He groans.
“You okay?” I still, listening. His breathing is ragged.
“The head of my cock is a lot like your clit, and I ran my hand over the top of it. I wanted to experience it with you.” There’s a gravelly quality to his voice that I love to hear.
“Is that how you touch yourself?” I’ve seen the anatomy booksand diagrams, but I’ve never put any thought into it.Am I being weird?
“It’s one of the ways.” Royal draws a slow breath and lets it out. “I like to play with the soft underside of my cock. Just below the head is extremely sensitive. As I get more aroused, it feels good when I run each finger across the bottom and then over the head.”
I listen to him, trying to imagine how he’d look, but it’s a fuzzy mental image at best. “I bet that feels good.”
“It feels so good. But I want to focus on you. How about you take your fingers and gently rub around your clit? You might like circles around it, or you may prefer straight up and down.” The encouragement in his voice is heady, and I hear the faintest shuffling of fabric from his side of the phone. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?”
Gorgeous?My heart flutters, and I swallow before answering. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good girl.” Royal’s deep, growly praise causes an all-out kaleidoscope of butterflies to take flight in my chest and stomach.
I breathe through the lightheadedness as it comes and focus back on my fingers sliding around my clit. A tingling sensation builds between my legs as I pass my fingers around the little nub.
“Oh, damn. That little gasping noise you just made. I swear I felt it in my balls. You must be feeling good?” The way he tells me what’s happening with him gives me courage.
“It feels so good. It’s like everything in my body is starting to relax.” I try to put words to an experience I’ve never felt before. “Is that what it’s like for you?”
“At first, it is. Then a new tension builds.”
I feel what he’s talking about. “I feel different. It’s tight in my low tummy.”
“You’re doing it right. Are you working yourself slow or fast? Your breathing sounds like you’ve sped up. Did I say go faster?” His scolding is more of a tease.
“A little faster,” I admit. “I’m so much wetter than before. It’s easier to slide my fingers.”
“Focus on how good it feels and follow that good feeling. You can use that other hand to run up and play with your breasts, or leave it right there on your belly and keep feeling your breathing.”
His encouragement is a permission I didn’t know I needed.
“What... what did your other partners like?” I slow my breathing to better listen to him. Like if I go completely still, maybe I’ll hear what he’s thinking.
“Everyone is different, but some of my femme partners have really enjoyed having their breasts played with a little more intensely than just touching. You could try squeezing your nipples,” Royal says. “Or go even lighter with the touch and see how sensitive they are, what’s the least amount of touch you need to feel something.”
“Mmhmm.” I slide my hand up to my breast. The nipple is pebbled and hard. I debate being rougher with my touch, but so far, all the light touches have felt good.
