Instead, I let out a breath. “Okay.”
I swear I can hear Sam smile from here before his demeanor changes. “Lie back, baby. Now.” His tone shifts—low, commanding, familiar.
My body wants to obey before my brain catches up. I hesitate, just for a second. Then I do it anyway.
“Phone on speaker?” he asks.
I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Now slide your shirt up, nice and slow. I want those perfect nipples out for me.”
I do as he says, breath stuttering.
“Start with your left hand. Roll your nipple between your fingers. Slow. Not too rough.”
A gasp escapes me.
“That’s it. Now use your right hand—down your stomach, past those soft little curls. You wet yet, baby?”
I let out a whimper. “Getting there.”
“I want more than ‘getting there.’ Let’s check. Touch your clit. Soft, teasing strokes.”
My hips lift into my hand. He knows exactly how I work.
“Are you moving your hips?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “I need more.”
“Then go get my gift. You know where it is.”
I reach for the box in the drawer next to the bed and turn it on. The low buzz of the vibrator makes my entire body hum.
“Good. Now circle it over your nipple. The right one first.”
I moan when it makes contact.
“That’s it. Now the left. I want you aching for me.”
“I already am,” I whisper.
“Now, down to your clit. Just brush it. Light and slow.”
The first pass makes my legs twitch.
“Fuck, the sounds you make,” he groans. “I’ve got my cock in my hand, Becca. Stroking slowly. Thinking about how fucking perfect you look right now.”
“Sam,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
“I’ve got you. Keep going. Press a little harder now.”
I cry out. The coil inside me is tight, trembling.
“Now slide two fingers inside. Keep the bullet on that greedy little clit.”
My head thrashes as I obey, every inch of me desperate.
“Faster, Becca. Fuck those fingers. Make yourself moan for me.”
