Page 76 of Say My Name

I expected him to be touching himself already. He waited for my answer. A hot pulse beats between my legs.

“I do.”

“Say it clearly.”

“I want you to touch yourself while you tell me what to do.”

“Fuck, Elena. I love hearing you ask for exactly what you want.”

My clit throbs at the answer, and I loosen my grip on the phone. A zipper lowers on his end of the call, and another soft movement follows.

“My hand is around my cock,” he says, his voice a low rasp. “Put yours over your underwear.”

I press my palm between my legs. I’m damp enough that the lace gives under my fingers.

“Two fingers over your clit.”

I find it through the fabric and circle.

“Slower.”

I want more pressure immediately, but I follow the instruction while my hips push into my hand.

“That’s it. Don’t rush because you’ve been pretending you don’t need this.”

“You’re enjoying being right.”

“I’m enjoying hearing you touch yourself because I asked.”

The blunt admission makes me press harder.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself,” I say.

“Slow. Tight enough that I’m thinking about your hand on me.”

I remember his weight over me, his cock thick and hot in my palm, the rough sound he made when I stroked him. My thighs open wider.

“I want to hear you,” I whisper.

Dominic’s next breath is uneven. “Move your underwear aside.”

I hook one finger beneath the damp lace and pull it to the side.

“Touch your clit again.”

The first direct stroke makes me suck in a breath.

“Good,” he breathes. “Keep going.”

I circle faster, too worked up to obey the pace he set. Dominic hears it in my breathing.

“You’ve been thinking about my mouth.”

“Yes.”

“My fingers inside you?”

“Yes.”