I stopped breathing for a moment when I heard the tell-tale ping of a message coming through.
“I heard that. Are you going to check it?” His voice was so... sexy. I had never heard him like this before. Where did this come from? This hot, sexual magnitude, this, this... oh my God.
“You’re using your book voice on me!” I accused.
“You like it,” he told me. I mean, he wasn’t wrong. “Now go check that message,” he commanded.Yes, Sir.
I pulled the phone from my ear and clicked on the little icon. He had removed his boxers and was stroking himself. Oh God. I clenched my thighs together.
“I take it from the little moan you just made that you like that?”
I blushed deeply, although he couldn’t see it.
“Don’t be shy. Tell me if you like it.”
“I do.”
“I wish that was your hand.”
“Me too,” I gasped. My own hand had dipped down to my thighs. I rubbed the space between them softly. I ached for him to be between them.
“You look good in those clothes. It made me hard instantly. I wish I was there so I could press my lips to your neck. I want to trail my tongue down to your chest and pull the fabric down to take your nipple in my mouth. They get hard so fast. Even the slightest touch from my fingers and it turns you on. Doesn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” I agreed. My hands went to my breasts, tweaking the nipples he spoke about so passionately.
“While my mouth is teasing your nipple my hands are moving lower, slowly, enjoying the softness of your skin. Your hair was wet in that picture. Did you just get out of the bath?”
“I did.”Good eye.
“Good girl, I bet you smell heavenly. I can’t wait to taste you.” My stomach rolled over his words. What was this magic?
“Do you want me to taste you? I could move my mouth lower if you want.”
I nodded, closing my eyes. I relaxed into my pillows and let my hands roam over my body. I wished they were his. If I focused hard enough, I could pretend they were. I craved his warm, tattooed, calloused hands on me.I needed him.
“Jimmy, are you still there? What are you doing right now?” His voice was almost a growl. It turned me on even more.
“I’m here. Listening to you.”
“Good. Take your hand and lead me down to where you want my tongue.”
My hand returned to my thighs, slipping under the panties he had bought me.I was already so wet.
“You are so soft, so smooth. You always are so soft down there. It’s fucking hot. I can’t believe how wet you are. Tell me. Touch yourself.”
I did as directed, my fingers sliding down and exploring my slick, sensitive parts.
“I want to feel you,” I said, bravely.
“Do you now? My fingers or my cock?”
My heart sped up, hearing him talk to me like that. My fingers made lazy swirls around my bud. I wanted to savor the pleasure warming my body.
“Answer me,” he snarled.
“Your cock. I want you inside me.”
He grew quiet for a long moment and I realized then that I could hear his heavy breathing on the other side.He was touching himself too.
