“Annie,fuck…” he groans.
Several long seconds pass, and I can hear the faint sound of his breathing and see the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, but that’s not good enough anymore. I’m bold with my next question because I refuse to live another day hiding any part of myself. “Want to come over for breakfast now?”
“Yes. But I’m not going to.”
Disappointment races through me. “Why not?”
“It’s too soon.”
My voice is breathy now. “It’s not. I want you to come over now, Ben. Why won’t you?”
“Because there’s absolutely no way I can be alone with you and not strip your clothes off and kiss every curve of your body, taste how sweet you are. Hear you moan and cry and scream my name. Allbefore you spread those thighs and beg me to sink inside you.” I hear him swallow, and I have to cross my legs. “I saw that.”
“Saw what?”
“Your legs, you squirming. Does that turn you on, Annie? Make you wet?”
I’m the one who swallows now. “Ben…”
“What’s the matter? Too shy to say the words? Not ready for me to tell you all the things I want to do to that sexy body of yours?”
I want that…I want every single thing he said. “I am.”
“You are what, Annie?” His voice loses a bit of the earlier heat. “You don’t have to say what you think I want to hear.”
“I wantyou.”
“I need you.”
I pinch my eyes closed when I confess, “I’m wet.”
His voice rumbles with satisfaction. “Touch yourself.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I don’t want him to stop, but… “I’ve never.”
“You’ve never, what? Touched yourself?”
“Not like this. With someone listening,watching.” But that person being Ben excites me more than it scares me.
“I’m gonna watch a lot, so you’ll have to get used to it. But tell me, gorgeous, how do you normally get yourself off? Outside your panties? You wear my hoodie, don’t you? You rub that sweet spot and think of me until your legs shake?”
My legs are shakingnow. My heart is racing. And I swear, just hearing him talk is going to give me an orgasm. “Ben.”
“Answer me.”
“I, yes. And other things…”
“Other things…like your toys? I saw them when I packed your stuff, Annie, you know I did. They’re pink and little. Were you too afraid to get a big one ’cause you’re so small down there?”
I should be mortified that he knows that, but all it does is excite me, thinking about him using them on me. “Yes.”
“You’ll have to stretch to fit all of me, but I’ll go slow. I’ll take my time. I can’t wait to get in there and feel how slick and snug you are. Fuck,” he hisses.
“Ben, I’m…” I gasp. “I’m so close…”
