Page 39 of Saving Meadow

“Slide your hand inside your panties. Touch yourself.” I did as he asked, pushing the scrap of material to the side and touching my fingers to my wet flesh. “What do you feel?”

“Wetness,” I told him. His answering groan spurred me on. “I’m drenched and hot. I wish you were here to touch me.”

“Me too, Red. Soon. I can’t wait to taste you and fuck you with my fingers as I lick you from slit to clit. Push one finger inside, baby.”

“Oh, God!” I did as he asked, and my inner muscles contracted. “Shit that feels good.”

“I’m gonna touch myself Meadow. This is going to be quick. My dick has been hard and aching for you all night. I want you with me. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

I was so ready!

“Fuck Meadow. My dick is so goddamn hard thinking about you touching yourself. Pull your finger out and rub your clit for me.”

“Nick.”

“That’s it, Red. Rub yourself. I want to hear you.”

He was silent for a moment, and I concentrated on the feeling between my legs. I could hear him breathing, and the faint sound of movement.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Trying my hardest not to come as I stroke myself, imagining how sexy you’re gonna look when I lie you on my bed, spread your legs wide and eat you. My tongue. My fingers. I’m gonna lap up every bit of you. After you come…” He trailed off for a moment and groaned, causing the first spark of spasms deep inside me. “After you come, Meadow, I’m gonna settle myself between your legs and sink my dick so deep you’re gonna scream for me. You ready for that baby? For me to fuck you so hard and so long you scream.”

“Yes,” I hissed and rubbed harder and moaned at the building sensation.

“Meadow. I’m so close. Fuck, Red, I wish you were here to see how hard you make me.”

“I’m really, really, almost there. Almost.” I wasn’t sure if my words were making sense or if I was even speaking English. The stir I’d felt had now turned into a roar, and I was barreling toward a cliff. “Almost.”

“I’m gonna come, baby,” Nick warned. Holy shit that was hot. This big, strong, sexy man was touching himself while thinking about doing a whole bunch of naughty things to me and he was going to come just imagining doing them. Damn if that wasn’t enough to push me off the edge, him moaning my name as he came certainly did the trick.

I was silent for a moment while the aftershocks of my orgasm faded, and embarrassment started to creep in. I couldn’t believe I’d masturbated with Nick – while on the phone. Shit. What now? Was I supposed to say thank you? Ask him if it was as good for him as it was for me?

“I can hear your mind working, Red. Relax.”

“How do you do that?”

“I know you. You’re wondering what you’re supposed to do now. The answer is nothing. Lie there a minute and relax. Clear your mind of anything that comes close to embarrassment. You are so fucking sexy, baby, you got me off in five minutes. You know how many times that’s happened in my life?”

I didn’t think I wanted to know the answer to that.

“No.”

“Once,” he told me.

Damn, that stung. Sure, I knew he was no virgin. Anyone with a pair of eyes could take one look at Nick and know he was sex on a stick. And there was no doubt he knew his way around a woman’s body. But I didn’t want to hear about it.

“Oh.”

“When I was a teenager and first discovered the Victoria’s Secret catalog my Aunt Reagan had laying around the house,” he told me.

“Ew.”

“Nothing gross about learning about your body, baby. And I plan on knowing yours as well as I know my own. You okay?”

His voice held so much concern; I couldn’t help the warm and fuzzy feeling that had taken root in my belly.