“Same.”
“If I were there right now, how wet would I find you?”
“Dripping,” I answered without an ounce of hesitation.
“Fuck.” He tilted his chin up and swallowed roughly. “What would you do if you needed a release and were by yourself?”
“I’d close the blinds, turn the lights off, shed my clothing and crawl into bed.”
“Looks like you’ve already checked those boxes off. What’s next?”
“I’d take the vibrator from my bedside table and press it against my clit.”
“Can you get yourself off without it?”
“No.”
“Have you tried before?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me why it didn’t work?”
“My fingers just don’t get me there, plus the vibrator gets the job done quickly.”
“Why the rush?”
“When it’s just me, what’s the point of drawing it out?” I shrugged.
“I’m going to have to show you. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do.”
“Good girl, now prop your phone up against the lamp on the night table, turn it on, and get yourself comfortable.”
A shiver of excitement coursed through my body, causing goose bumps to dance happily across my skin and my nipples to harden to pebbled peaks under his instruction. Never had I ever been an exhibitionist, but that nugget of knowledge was exhilarating as I suddenly desired nothing more than to please him.
“I want you to close your eyes and relax your breathing.”
My heart thumped feverishly fast, flooding my ears, making settling my uneven breaths a problematic first task.
“It’s just the two of us.”
After a couple more deep breaths, my breathing began to settle, and a peaceful calmness blanketed my heightened skin.
“I’m there with you, lying beside you, taking in every inch, every curve of your gorgeous body. Tattooing it to memory, itching to touch and caress your soft skin, but there’s a problem—I want to touch, suck, and fuck you all at the same time.”
“I want that.”
God, did I ever want that.
“You do, do you?”
“Yes, I want everything you’re going to give me.”
“I want you to dust your fingers up softly and across your tanned thighs, parting your legs until you’re spread nice and wide. Tease yourself with your thumbs and drag them up along the outer edges of your core. Picture your hands as if they were mine, guiding them to where you want me most.”
The sound of his voice, instruction, my wants, and desires all weaved together.
