“A tank, your hoodie, and a pair of sleep shorts.”
“What about panties?”
“No panties.”
“I like that.” I can picture my hoodie swimming on her small frame. “You’re lying in bed?”
“I am.”
“Perfect, put your phone on speaker, then take off the sleep shorts,” I order gently.
“Okay.” The rustle of fabric follows. “Should I take off the hoodie, too? I’m already warm.”
“Leave it on for now, but push it up to your waist.” I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and fist my cock. “Are you naked from the waist down now?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I rub my thumb along my weeping slit. “You said you were wearing a tank, too. Describe it for me.”
“It’s pale blue and cropped.”
“No bra?”
“No bra,” she echoes.
“Would I be able to see your nipples through the fabric if you weren’t wearing my hoodie?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, kitten.” I stroke myself roughly. “Would you show up at the door dressed like that?”
“If you wanted me to, yes.”
“I’d have you against the wall, with that hoodie pushed up soI could suck your pretty little nipples through your tank while you rubbed your pussy on my thigh.”
“Oh my God,” she groans.
“Are you touching yourself, Tally?” I bark.
“I—I?—”
“Where are your hands?”
“One is under my shirt.”
“And the other?”
“Between my legs,” she whispers.
“Did I say you could touch your pussy?”
“N-no.”
“So where should that hand be?”
“Not between my legs?” It comes out a question.
“Move the one between your thighs to your stomach,” I order.
