Placing my phone on the pillow next to my ear, I follow his instruction, reaching down and dusting my fingertips over the hardened points of my breasts and a gasp slips free.
“That’s it, make them nice and hard,” he encourages.
I squeeze my breasts, they’re full and heavy in my hand as I switch between rubbing and tweaking my nipples, zaps of pleasure shoot straight to my clit.
“Tell me how good it feels, butterfly.”
“So good,” I moan, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Now draw up your knees and spread your legs nice and wide, but don’t touch your pussy. Not yet.”
I do as his says, placing my feet flat on the mattress and spreading my knees apart as wide as they’ll go, a rush of cool air hitting my wet heated skin.
“Christ, Kaia. I’m imagining myself standing over you at the foot your bed, my hard cock in my hand, looking at you spread out in front of me, hair fanned across your pillow. You’re so fucking beautiful. So fuckingsexy.”
A whimper escapes me, his words making my pussy clench around nothing.
God, I wish he was here.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you? Lying there, spread wide open, waiting for me.Fuck, the things I’d do to you…” he moans.
“Tell me,” I say breathily, my words barely audible through the rushing in my ears, my pulse racing.
“I will, but first you’re gonna reach between your legs, butterfly, and tell me how wet you are.”
I do as he says, letting my fingers brush over my swollen clit and I shiver before drifting lower, finding myself dripping. “I’m soaked.”
He hums his approval. “Is it all for me? Do I make you wet, Kaia?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl, now taste yourself.”
“W—What?”
“I want you to lick your fingers clean, and tell me how you taste.”
Swiping a finger though my wetness, I’m hesitant as I bring it up to my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick my finger, the flavour exploding on my tongue is not what I expected at all.
“I—It’s sweet, and a little bit salty, I guess.”
He groans through the phone. “Fuck me,Kaia. My cock is leaking imagining what you taste like. You’d taste so fucking sweet.”
His dirty words are something I never expected to enjoy.
“Play with your clit. Get it nice and wet and swollen. I bet it’s sensitive, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I do as I’m told, letting the pad of my fingers brush over my swollen clit, zaps of pleasure spreading through me when I start to rub.
“What I wouldn’t give to suck on that pretty little clit, to hear you scream when I nibble on it.”
“Oh god,” I moan, unable to stop if from slipping free.
“Now be a good girl for me and put your fingers inside your pussy. Play with yourself, pretend it’s me moving inside you, stretching you.Fillingyou.”
As soon as I do, I release a loud moan, louder than I intended and I pray to god, my parents didn’t just hear that from down the hall.
