Page 63 of 13 Rules For Fantastic Phone Sex

“Do you want sweet and gentle, Kait? Tender kisses and lovemaking? No. I don’t think you do.”

“No.” She’s emphatic.

“Do you feel how hard I’m pressing against you?”

She makes a wisp of a sound, a trickle of a moan. “Ohh.”

“I know you. You think you’re in charge, but you forgot one thing, sweetheart: I allow you to be in control. I’m stronger than you. The simple fact is you can’t stop me, Kait.” She uses my name a lot when we’re intimate, so I return the favor.

Her shallow, ragged breaths are loud in her silence. The muffled sounds of her moving in her fluffy pile of bedding give away her restless movements.

“You drive me crazy, Kait. You get me worked up, then put me on a plane. You get me hard, then tell me to slow down and ask me why I’m waiting so long to finish. You sleep naked under bedding I bought you to torment me. Well, babes, your wish is granted. I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

I drop my voice into a silky purr like she does. “A little exercise in giving up control—private tutoring on what being held down and used feels like.”

It’s a slow, verbal tease, a low murmur until I snarl, “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Kait.” I earn a sexy little gasp when I drop an f-bomb. I love that sound more than any song I’ve ever heard.

There’s another tiny hitch in her breath, then another. That small hiccup in her breathing that tells me she’s anything but unaffected. Turning the tables on her makes me ache, and I’m so hard I can barely stand it. I can’t stroke; I’ll come. I press the heel of my palm down on my cock, trying to calm it, but the precum flows.

I need to make this incredible for her, to tempt her into touching herself and rock her world. I’ve wanted this for a lifetime of nights spent alone in my bed. Today is all about her, her pleasure, her fantasies, and I intend to make it unforgettable for her.

“I pick you up and throw you on the bed, in the middle where I want you. I straddle you, and with one hand, I pin your wrists above your head.” I groan. “It turns me on when you try to get your hands free and fail. All of that wiggling makes me harder. You’re mine, babes, mine. I’ve got you where I want you, helpless, and I’m going to fuck you full of me.”

A tiny little “Ohhhh” from her end encourages me. We’re going there. I think we’re really going there, if my brain doesn’t melt first. Her breaths are a little faster, a little louder. Yes. Yes.

“I shove your skirt up and tear your panties off with one hand. So wet for me. I spread your legs wider. You try to fight it, but you love the friction.” Her groan is long and low and keeps the flood of words flowing. “I yank your shirt up, sucking your nipple.”

And that sound, a tiny ooooh, it’s officially a moan. It’s faint, but it’s there, and my heartbeat pounds in my ears and throbs in my cock. I let myself have another stroke, then a second, pulling a sigh from the deepest hollows of my soul.

“I love how vulnerable you are. You can’t stop me when I kneel between your legs and slide two fingers inside you. You’re soaking wet. You can’t deny that you want me to fuck you like this. Your body tells the truth.” I tease the head of my cock until I’m gasping and stop. “But, babe, I’m just getting started. I’m going to make you mine.”

I tell her all the things I’ve imagined doing to make her secret fantasies come to life and how helpless she’ll feel when I take charge. She moans, no longer hiding what she’s doing. “Be my hands. Pinch your nipples, tease them, and pluck at them and roll them between your fingers.”

I’d love to hear her admit that she’s turned on too, but the sounds she is making are enough to give me the complete picture. She moans, louder this time, telling me that she, finally, is in this with me. We are sharing this. Together. Finally.

“Spread your legs. Wider, love. Show me that you want this.” Her bedding makes a loud rush of sound, and I imagine her flinging the covers off in frustration as her skin gets more sensitive. More moans, louder now. “That’s it. A little more, sweetheart. Tease your clit. Touch yourself and think about how I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” She’s quieter than in my fantasies. It’s small sounds that tell the story, a whimper filling in the details, and I tingle with delight.

She’s in this, letting me take charge for once, and the struggle to maintain control is real, my hands shaking, my eyes closed as I strain to hear every tiny whimper from her. “I lace my fingers with yours, hold your arms above your head, while I grind hard against you, my thigh between your legs while I kiss you. You keep trying to rock your hips against me to get more pressure, so I tease your clit with one finger before I slide two back inside you.”

She has to want this, or I’ll stop. She’s too quiet now. I believe her when she says she wants this in the larger sense. What I need to know is that she wants it with me. Today. I’m silent, suddenly worried I’ve staggered down the wrong path when she audibly sighs.

She’s silent, and I’m afraid to continue.

The quiet lengthens and extends until I’m holding back a plea for forgiveness, for overstepping, for pushing into her real world where I don’t belong.

She draws a deep and ragged breath, her voice wrecked when she whispers my name.

I’m stunned, pleasure hitting me everywhere at once, a hard squeeze of lust and longing wrapping around me.

“Please, Henry, please don’t stop. I need you.”

Yes. Yes.

“Kait, my Kait, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I say. And I’m going to do it the way she says she wants it.

“Henryyyyy.” I’m going to remember that sound for the rest of my life.

I was hard; now I’m rigid. I resist the urge to stroke my cock, too close to risk it. A drop slowly trickles down my shaft just to make it that much harder to resist the siren’s call. The territorial beast in me is thrilled she’s wrapped in bedding I provide.