I nod.
"Is there a cuck chair in there? I bet there fuckin' is."
I laugh, a real laugh, the first one all night. "Yes, Acey. There is."
"Go get it. Put it right at the end of the bed and rest the phone on it. Loud enough you can hear my instructions."
My cheeks are on fire.
"Okay." I do as he says, quietly positioning the chair. "Now what?"
"Middle of the bed. On your knees."
I climb up. "Here?"
"Goddamn perfect. Bra and panties off."
"Do I get to see all of you, too?"
He chuckles and props his phone on his nightstand. Now I can see from his hips up—that chest, that jaw, those eyes locked on me like nothing else in the world exists.
"Better?" he asks.
"Much."
I unclasp my bra. Push my panties down. Let him look.
"Now move closer to the phone. Lie down and spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are for me."
I take a breath and follow the instructions, and the groan that comes through the speaker makes every nerve in my body light up.
"Fuck. The things I would do to you if I were in that room, Goldie."
I can't see him now. But I can hear him. And his voice is everything.
"Close your eyes. I want you to imagine I'm there. Trail your fingers over your breasts, down your sides, toward your pussy. But don't touch. Just wait."
My fingers drift down my skin, featherlight. I'm aching.
"Good girl," he growls.
"Circle your clit for me, baby. Light touch. Imagine it's my tongue."
A moan escapes me before I can catch it.
"That's my girl. Now run your fingers down. Feel how soaked you are."
I am. God, I am.
"Two fingers inside, baby. Nice and slow. Take a breath. Imagine my mouth on your throat. My dick thrusting into you."
My back arches off the mattress as I slide inside, and the breath I let out sounds like it belongs to someone who's forgotten the entire world beyond this room and this voice.
"Fuck," he grunts.
"As deep as you can, and then set the pace. Show me what you like."
"Oh my god," I cry out.
