Sarah’s chuckle started low in the back of her throat. “Since when have you been such a linear thinker?”
Beth blushed. It wasn’t the thought of having phone sex with Sarah before they even kissed that made her want to slow down. At this point in their lives, they had dated, been married, broken up, dated again, broken up again—too many times. She had been naked with Sarah thousands of times and had kissed her even more. That made all of this so much harder to know where the right place to start even was, but it was the deep,deepdesire in her to make sure that this time she got it right with Sarah that told her to slow down and use her words.
“I’m not, I…” Beth’s voice trailed off, the vibrator still in her hand. “I want this,” she said, her confidence from earlierslipping back in. “I just want to make sure we’re checking in along the way.”
“Trust me. This is exactly where I want to be, but I always appreciate the communication,” Sarah said, the sincerity in her tone reassuring her before being replaced by a throaty sound that made Beth’s skin prickle with excitement. “Now, about cashing in your gift. I’m already in bed, I suggest you do the same. Oh, and open the toy.”
Fuck. Yes.Beth moved quickly, pausing at the side of the bed and pushing the elastic waistband of her pajama pants over her hips then stepping out of the spot where they pooled on the floor. She slid under the covers, fingers working quickly to remove the small silicone-wrapped device from its packaging and press the power button.
Beth jumped as the toy came to life in her hand, buzzing and vibrating.
“Good, it’s working.” The speed of the vibration increased and decreased in the palm of Beth’s hand without any work on her part. “God, I both love and hate technology,” Sarah mused quietly. “Are you in bed?”
“Yes.” Beth’s voice shook with anticipation as she shifted against the pillows again, one hand resting on her abdomen, the other holding her phone in her hand. Sarah’s voice filled the room over the speaker.
“And let me guess, you took your pajama pants off, but kept your underwear on?” Heat flared in her cheeks at how predictable she was—or at least was to Sarah. There was something disarming about being known so well even after so many years apart. “I’ll take the silence as a yes.”
Beth’s heart hammered in her ears as desire coiled deep in her belly, slowly releasing. The steady rise and fall of her chest measuring each moment between Sarah’s words.
“I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself, but over the top of your underwear,” Sarah directed without a single ounce of hesitation, putting Beth’s mind even further at ease.
Beth obliged, her hand ghosting over her abdomen as it travelled further down, feeling her own heat radiating from between her thighs. She pressed her palm gently against herself, rocking her hand forward, pushing down as she dragged her fingers back—the pressure absolutely divine against her clit. A sharp inhale followed as her hips chased her hand.
“Tell me what you’re doing. Talk me through everything.” Sarah’s voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t aggressive, and it wasn’t demanding. It was a reassuring reminder to Beth to communicate.
“I’m rubbing my clit,” Beth whispered, her hands mirroring the movements she was describing to Sarah. “In those small, slow circles—that I—that always get me,” she said between inhales. “Ooh, yes.” It was almost too much in an embarrassing way. Too exciting, too overstimulating, and they hadn’t even really begun.
An amused laugh came through the phone, the one that meant Sarah was pleased with herself. “I missed that sound. The sound of you needing me.”
Beth did need Sarah, needed her like oxygen, needed her in every way one person could need another—and then some. “I’ve always needed you, Sar.” Her voice was hoarse as she whispered that truth, fingers still rubbing herself through cotton underwear.
Sarah moaned—a low, guttural, magnificent sound—on the other end of the phone, making Beth’s hips twitch against her hand, that noise filling her.
“Take your underwear off,” Sarah growled before following softly with, “Please.”
The softness made Beth smile, reminding her that beneath Sarah’s controlled, meticulous exterior was a woman with the purest heart Beth had ever known. A heart that had always made her feel safe, even in her most vulnerable moments.
She pushed her underwear down over her hips, kicking it to the side, not bothering to retrieve it from under the covers.
Sarah’s voice was sweet as she asked, “Do you need any lube for the toy? I know I’m needing it more and more these days…thank you, hormones.”
Beth beamed at the care Sarah had for her as she reached into her bedside table, pulling out a small bottle of lube and coating the toy’s tip. “I’ve got some,” she said, waiting for Sarah’s next instruction.
“Slide the toy inside yourself,” Sarah purred. “And don’t hold back, I want to hear the noises you make.”
Eager to follow Sarah’s direction, Beth positioned the smooth pink silicone toy at her entrance, pressing gently, the lube allowing the toy to glide inside of her. “Oh—hmmm.” She moaned at the sensation of being filled.
“That’s my girl,” Sarah murmured. “Tell me how it feels.”
Beth adjusted the toy, the lobster claw-like design pressing against her clit and G-spot simultaneously. “It feels good,reallygood.”
“How about now?”
Beth jumped as a wave of vibration ripped through her in the most perfect way, her hand holding the toy in place. “Fu-fuck,” she squeaked, unable to control herself.
“I thought so.”
Beth could practically hear Sarah’s pleasure from being in charge dripping over her words. “As you can tell, I have full control over the toy and what you feel. You talk to me? You get rewarded. You go quiet on me and I take away what you want.”
