“Because you love my tongue on you and my fingers inside you, right?”
“God, yes.I absolutely adore your tongue on me and your fingers inside me.”
“And you love my cock in your mouth.”
“I love your cock in my mouth.I love the way you taste.I love those sexy male grunts and groans you make.I love the way your whole body shakes when you’re ready to come.”
He laughed softly.“I love the way you scream when you climax.”
“I’m not screaming tonight.”
But he was sure she’d want to.“And you’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you.”
“You know I am,” she groaned.“I’m so wet, Knox.It’s like the more you do it to me, the more I need it.”She ended on a soft laugh.“It’s a very bad thing.”
“It’s such a fucking good thing.”
He stroked himself idly, holding off his climax until he had her on the edge.“What I’d really like is to be standing at the end of your bed, watching you spread your legs, rubbing yourself, getting yourself off.We’ve never done that, where I just watch you stroke yourself.I want that.Yeah, I want that bad.I want to watch you as your body gets all pink and flushed with desire.I want to see how wet you are, smell how aroused you are.I want to hear all your sweet little moans.”
She moaned a little louder, and he knew she was touching herself, imagining him standing at the end of the bed watching.“You make me crazy,” she whispered.
“You make me so fucking hard.But I want to watch you come, to listen to you scream.I’d relish the way your body writhes on the bed while you climax, your heels digging into the mattress, your body pushing up against your fingers, so you come harder and longer.”
“Oh God, Knox, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m stroking myself over your body, waiting for you to come down off the high, waiting for you to take my cock in your mouth.I know how badly you want it.”
She panted, and she was close.He knew every sound she made, how she moved, how her body quaked and quivered, her eyes closed, her head tossed back, her hair crushed against the pillow.“Tell me you’re salivating for my cock.”
“You know I am,” she said, her seductive moans filling his head.
“Would you rather I justfuckedyou?”he whispered, drawing out the word, because she loved when he talked dirty.
“Oh God, yes, God, please fuck me, please.”
She was almost there.“And you can feel me just inside you, gliding over that sweet spot you love so much.It makes you crazy.”
“It makes me nuts.”
Then she let out a long, low moan, and he knew she was riding out her climax.“Knox, Knox,” she chanted at him.Softly.As if even in the throes of her orgasm, she remembered to be quiet.He would have liked it if she’d screamed.But then she would have been pissed later.It was enough that she’d called him.
She let out a long sigh, and he could almost see her muscles relax as she flopped back on the bed.“Oh my God, how do you do that to me?”
“You did that all by yourself.”
“It’s always better with your voice is my ear.”
Hisvoice, not just anyone’s voice.
Then she said, “I didn’t hear you come.”
“I haven’t.Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I wanted to talk you through yours, and if I’m coming, I can’t pay attention.”
“I can walk you through it now.”
