“I’m already shaking.”
His free hand clenched at his side. “Good. Keep going. Tell me what you’re doing.”
There was a rustle of blankets on her end. A small, muffled sound followed. His brain supplied a hundred vivid images. He kept his breathing steady, willing every part of himself to stay quiet and composed.
Gemma’s voice was barely audible. “I’m touching myself. Thinking about you—your hands, your mouth. That little growl you do when you’re right at the edge.”
He bit his lip to stifle a groan. “I want to hear you lose control.”
“Then tell me what you want me to do. Give me orders, Holm.”
Fuck.
Christian adjusted his trousers, relieving some of the strain against his hardening cock. His voice turned sharp and commanding. “Slide your fingers lower, nice and slow. Circle your opening once, twice. Then thumb your clit in gentle, rhythmic circles. Just like I would.”
She obeyed. He could tell by the way her breath hitched. He didn’t need to see her to know exactly how her back arched when she got the pressure right.
This was an entirely new experience for him. Not just the voice sex, but the commanding part. And fuck if it wasn’t making his blood boil.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Don’t stop.”
A whimper. “I want to go faster,” she whispered.
Christian’s eyes fluttered shut as he pictured her in his mind. “Then go faster. Use your whole hand. Keep your circles steady. Pressure right where you need it.”
Another sharp exhale. “Oh stars, Christian.”
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Picture me between your thighs. My mouth on you. You know I don’t stop until you’re trembling.”
She gasped. “I’m already trembling.”
He pressed his forehead harder into the wall. His knuckles whitened at his side.
“Put two fingers inside,” he said, barely able to get the words out. “Nice and deep. Imagine it’s me. Imagine how hard I’d pin you down if I were there.”
Her reply was breathless. “I’d beg you not to stop.”
“You wouldn’t have to beg. I’d make you come so many times you’d forget how to speak.”
Gemma whimpered again. High, desperate, and beautiful.
“Christian—”
“I’ve got you. Don’t stop. Rub your clit while you move. Breathe with me.”
She did. And when she came, she tried to stifle it, but it broke through the comm line anyway. A series of soft, bitten-back cries that Christian would replay in his head for the rest of his life.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his own arousal hot and heavy beneath his gear, but he didn’t touch himself. This was abouther. Her release. Her trust in him to guide her there, even from hundreds of kilometers away.
The line went quiet for a few seconds, then Gemma’s voice rang through.
“Oh my stars.”
Christian huffed a quiet laugh, his forehead still pressed against the stone. “You okay?”
“I think I melted into the cot,” she breathed. “Gonna need a mop and possibly divine intervention.”
He grinned, coughing to hide the laughter that exploded from him. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
