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She tilted her face up to the ceiling and let her eyes move over the popcorn texture. Pressing the phone against her ear, she listened to his breathing rush through the line. He was more quiet than usual tonight. “What are you thinking about?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” His voice was low and sensual. It teased across her senses, speaking of fantasies he wanted to fulfill.
Her nipples tightened and thrust against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She shifted in her bed, ignoring the way her skin tingled. She knew what was on his mind, it was the same thing that had been on hers since she heard his voice.
The husky note in her laughter gave her away. “And why not?”
A lingering pause, and then…
“Take off your shirt,” he demanded in a way that made her heart lurch. That tone always made her gush and it had the same effect just then.
She drew in a sharp breath. “Why –”
“No questions.” His reply hard. “Take it off.”
She sat the phone beside her and lifted her shirt over her head, leaving her bare except for her black underwear. Goosebumps cropped up on her skin. Excitement quickened her heart as she lifted the phone to her ear.
“Okay,” she replied softly.
“Now your panties.”
And this command she rushed to obey, shimmying the lacy down her hips while still on her back. The gusset of her underwear felt damp sliding along the inside of her thighs. That wetness clung to her skin as she tossed the fabric on the ground.
He didn’t wait for her reply before giving the next command though she was sure her breathing gave her away. “Put your hands where I tell you.”
A stubbornness broke through her rising sexual hazy. It leaked into her words. “How do you know I’ll obey?”
“I’ll know.” His chuckle was full of wickedness, and she shivered.
Somehow she knew he would, or believed he would at least. She wanted to obey though. Her breath snagged in her chest as she waited.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She turned on the speaker phone and sat it beside her head. She cupped her breasts, pinching at the erect bud.
“Spread your legs,” he continued in that hard voice, “and touch my pussy.”
His pussy. An ache settled in the very place he’d just claimed as his own. She brought her knees up, allowing her legs to butterfly out. The cool of the room caressed the wet heat between her thighs and she couldn’t help sighing. Her eyes slid shut as she let her fingers tickle over her stomach. When she touched the petal soft skin of her wet lips, she moaned
His breathing came heavy through the line. “Tell me what you’re doing?”
“I’m circling my clit with the tip of my finger; teasing, but not touching it. I’m thinking of you, wishing you were here with me. I’m so wet for you,” she answered in a rush.
Sensations radiated from her plump clit out to the rest of her body. Her fingers tapped lightly, then with more pressure as she listened to his pants and thought about him.
It was easy to picture him. She knew he sat at his desk, thousands of miles and time zones between them. She knew he’d already undone the button of the pressed dress pants, releasing his engorged cock from the cotton prison so he could wrap a hand around himself. She could see the head, wet with pre-cum, red and begging for her tongue. Desire surged through her.
Her fingers worked at a steady rate, alternating between pressing her clit and dipping into her cunt. Her mouth uttered the dirty things she wanted him to do to her.
“I want you to come,” he gritted out. “I want to hear you scream.”
It was the moment, the primal lust combined with that hint of desperation, and the play of her fingers that pushed her over the edge. She cried out, pleasure swamped her body as her pussy clenched and released around her fingers. His groans barely registered through her wave of pleasure.
“That’s what I was thinking about,” he said after a moment. He exhaled a shaky breath. “How I wanted to be there watching you, touching you all over, and then filling you with my cum.”
She licked her lips, missing him with her whole being. “Next week,” she promised.
“Next week,” he agreed, his voice silky and in control once again.
A collection of erotic shorts designed to wet more than just your appetite and stimulate more than just your mind. From the potency of marking a lover’s skin to submitting to a spanking for the first time, everyone has their fantasies. This book may have just the fantasy you’re looking for.