“O-okay.”
“It’s hard to be good sometimes, isn’t it?”
She makes an affirmative sound. “What about the other hand?”
“That one can stay under your shirt. Are your nipples hard, kitten?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
“Good. Lick your fingers and tug on them.”
The wet sound of suction follows, and a few moments later she whimpers softly.
“If it was my mouth, I’d use teeth, so tug hard.”
She gasps and moans, but the sound cuts off abruptly.
“Is Fee home?”
“No, she’s at Roman and Lexi’s tonight.”
“Good.” She’ll be less inhibited because she’s alone. “Don’t be shy with me. I want all your moans and whimpers and sighs, Tally.”
She makes a soft, plaintive sound.
“That’s it. That’s what I want more of. If I was there, I’d eat up all the pretty sounds you make.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers and the sheets rustle. “Please, Phillip.”
“Please what, kitten? Use your words,” I taunt.
“Please can I touch myself?”
“You can do better than that,” I tsk. “Be explicit.”
“I want you,” she moans.
“I’m right here,” I cajole. “Ask for what you want so I can give it to you.”
“I want your fingers inside my pussy,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now slip your hand between your thighs and tell me what I’d find if I was there with you.”
“I’m wet.”
“When I get my hands on you, I’ll have you soaking the sheets.”
“Yes, please,” she groans.
“Circle your clit with your index finger,” I order. “Nice and slow, though. We both know I’d tease you.”
“So much teasing,” she murmurs, then sighs.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. But it would be better if it was you.”
“I’d keep you on the edge for a long time. Make you squirm for me.” To be able to touch her, see her at her most primal, spread out just for me. “Would you beg for me?”
