“What else?” she asks.
There’s movement on her end, and I can’t help but smile. “Take off your clothes for me,” I command.
“Is this you telling me you want them off or you actually want them off?” Her question is so innocent it’s adorable.
“I want your clothes fucking off, sweetheart,” I growl.
There’s a soft rustling on her end. I presume she’s disrobing, and I wait a few moments for her to finish. “Tell me when you’re naked and under the covers.”
“Already there,” Nova says, matter-of-fact. “Keep going.”
I chuckle at her eagerness and dip my head back against the wall. “I want your hands to explore your body. Let your fingers glide across your chest but just tease your nipple. It’s my lips doing that, my mouth on your skin. I go slowly at first, watching as your chest rises and falls, listening to the sweet moans that spill from your lips before my tongue circles your nipple.”
“Ashton.” Her words purr out of her, and it sounds like heaven.
“I love it when you moan my name.” I run a hand over my jeans, my palms sweaty. The bathroom is already stifling.
Each breath is a soft pant, and I bite my bottom lip to keep some semblance of control. Fuck, she turns me on so damn much.
“What next?” Nova asks, her sweet, innocent voice giving me a raging hard-on.
I breathe in deeply and sharply, trying to regain my composure. I cannot come yet. She hasn’t even had one orgasm, let alone multiples.
Nova is the only woman who knows how to make me both so strong and so incredibly weak at the same time. She is my undoing.
I blink through the foggy haze. “Let your fingers skim across your stomach and down lower, but don’t touch yourself just yet.”
“Okay.”
A smile splays across my face. Gosh, I really wish she was on video for this call. Maybe next time, I can convince her to turn her camera back on so I can watch her touch herself.
“My lips caress your skin.” My own breathing deepens as the air grows thicker, hotter. “My mouth kisses lightly up your thighs, toward your arousal.”
Nova’s breath catches with a gasp, and my heart flutters at the sweet sounds that she makes.
They’re such a fucking turn-on. “Do you want me to taste you tonight?”
“Yes.” Nova moans, and I take that as encouragement to continue.
“You sound so fucking sexy. I spread your legs wider, put one leg over each shoulder as I run my tongue along your slit.”
“Fuck.”
The smile spreads across my face. “Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?”
“Maybe?” Her voice catches in her throat.
“Sit on your hands.”
“What?” There’s concern in her tone.
“I didn’t tell you to touch your pussy, yet. Sit on your hands; punish yourself for me.”
Nova whimpers, and my cock strains for release. I’m throbbing, and I can only imagine Nova feels the same way.
“Are you being a good girl and doing as I’ve told you?” I wait for her to answer me.
“Yes.”
