Cleo: Oh… I want to, alright.
Mr. Darcy: Tell me? I really don’t want to spook you, and I don’t know where the line is.
Swallowing again, she sucked in a deep breath, steadying herself. She could do this. She could tell someone what she wanted… how she felt. She typed out a message but couldn’t bring herself to press send. She deleted it and tried again.
Mr. Darcy: Get out of your own head, Lizzy. Press send.
Cleo: I want you to feel how wet I am for you. It won’t go away. I’m always fucking wet, it’s embarrassing. My nipples are constantly hard and pressing against my bra. I want to curl into you, breathe you in, hold you while I drag my nails and tongue over your skin. I want you, Mr. Darcy. All of you.
With a trembling hand she hit send.
Mr. Darcy: Fuck. I know it’s not at all gentlemanly but I’m touching myself, Miss Bennet.
Cleo: Because of me?
Mr. Darcy: Because of you.
She slipped a hand up her shirt and squeezed her hard nipple, a soft moan escaping her lips. A shot of desire travelled south and she couldn’t wait another moment.
Cleo: I’m sliding it inside me.
Mr. Darcy: Christ, Lizzy. What’s it like?
Cleo: It’s about six inches long, and has a clit attachment
Mr. Darcy: Lube?
Cleo: LOL! You’re adorable. I definitely don’t need it.
She sucked in a sharp breath as she slid the toy inside her with ease. Her hips raised to meet it as she inched it deeper. “Fuck.” She dropped the phone onto her chest. “Shit.”
Mr. Darcy: Not to sound like a broken record, but: fuck. So hot.
Cleo: I’m turning it on.
Mr. Darcy: I’ve been turned on for a while, Miss Bennet. Catch up. And while it’s much less sexy to talk about cock, in case you need assurances, mine is hard as fuck, and ready to come.
The vibrations started deep inside her and tingled against her clit. It wouldn’t take long. Between Lincoln Scott looking all fuckable around school, and Mr. Darcy caressing her very soul, she had been primed for a while. Lincoln Scott.Nope.She needed to put him out of her head and focus on Mr. Darcy.
Cleo: Close.
Typing one-handed while your body was responding to a vibrating object against your most intimate parts wasn’t easy.
Mr. Darcy: I won’t come till you do.
Cleo: Such a gentleman. What if I take an hour?
Mr. Darcy: Then I wait an hour. But I warn you. It wouldn’t take an hour if I was there. Teasing your nipples between my teeth and fingers, kissing your neck…
She moaned again and closed her eyes. Having no idea what the Mr. Darcy in her phone looked like she conjured Colin Firth in her mind as her hips raised again to meet the buzzing toy between her legs.
The image of Colin Firth was replaced by a pair of strong shoulders. Shoulders she’d come to obsess over. Shoulders belonging to one Mr. Lincoln Scott. Try as she might, she couldn’t shake the picture of him lying naked on top of her with her nails sunk into his delicious shoulders, kissing her with the fire she’d seen flickering in his eyes.
Cleo: So close.
The wave crested and right as she was about to crash into her climax, the vibrator stopped dead.
“Mother fucker!” She pulled the toy out and pressed the buttons. Nothing. She opened the base of the toy, took the batteries out and changed them around as though that would magically breathe life into them. Still nothing. She had no spare batteries. She threw the damn thing on the floor.
