His voice comes out too restrained. "Fine. You said you kissed a boy. Has anyone touched you anywhere else?"
A high so intense hits me, I practically get dizzy. My breath shakes. I reply, "No one's touched my body but me, Dr. Mercer. And even my tongue is virtuous."
"What?" he mumbles.
"I only kissed that boy on the cheek."
"You haven't kissed anyone since?"
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Answer me, Blue."
I pull up my favorite photo of him and declare, "I'm so wet, Dr. Mercer. My drenched fingers are gliding over my bruise and pussy, staring at a photo I took of you tonight. The ache is so intense," I murmur, circling my clit faster and arching slightly off the bed.
It's faint, but a groan ripples between us.
My words come out shaky. "I know you're hard. I wish... I wish I could drag my tongue across your cock, while your mouth was on my pussy. I... I think it'd feel so good, don't you?"
"Yes," he says, surprising me.
Bingo.
"I haven't been able to come since our first session. I've let it bottle up, and I think you have too, haven't you, Dr. Mercer?" I ask, pressing my bruise harder so it sends new pains toward my core.
"Blue..."
"Please be honest. I'm... I need this so badly. If I don't, I'm cutting myself," I lie.
The sound of his breath fills the line.
I push, "Is this the first time you're cumming since we met? I want to know."
"Yes," he finally admits.
Relief hits me. I shove two fingers inside me and rub my thumb over my clit. "I wish your cock was inside me instead of my fingers. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. If you were here, I'd let you take all my virginity. I'd...I'd douse you in it, Dr. Mercer. I'd let you fill me with your cum so deep it'd hit my throat. Then I'd swallow it back down to preserve it forever."
He groans. It's loud, long, and rattles inside his throat like a caged beast.
I pump harder, swirl faster, and whimper. "I'm so close. Are you close?"
"Fuck, Blue," he grits out.
"Oh, Dr. Mercer. Oh... Dr. Mercer. I...oh God, Dr. Mercer," I cry out as adrenaline shoots like fireworks through my spine and lights me up. I convulse against the sheets, my skin dewy, and an onslaught of juices soaking my mattress.
"Blue," he mumbles, with no restraint left.
"Oh god! I soaked the bed," I tell him, still shaking.
"Fuuuuck," he groans, and then the line fills with our heavy breath.
I tremble in the dark, with the glow of the phone and his face slowly coming back into focus. My back registers wet warmth as my arousal sets into the sheets.
"I've never come that hard, Dr. Mercer," I breathlessly confess, and curl into the puddle beneath me.
His breath hitches. He says nothing, but I know he's still on the line.
"I think I squirted. That hasn't happened before. I thought it was a myth. Should I be ashamed?" I ask, not ever wanting this night to end.
