Page 42 of The Sound of Harmony

“Maybe,” Kendrick said. “But this is about you tonight. I want to lick your body until you’re on fire for me. I want to touch you between your legs, taking my time with you, until you can’t stand it. I want to hear your sighs and moans. I want you to be so turned on that you can’t form words, but you won’t have to say anything because I’ll know what you need.”

She was already falling to a place beyond speech. Kendrick’s voice was pure sugar and she could almost taste his words. She wanted to taste him, to kiss him and put her arms around him and feel his shoulders and his back, lower, cupping his buttocks in her hands and pulling him to her. She wanted to press their bodies together and feel his hardness, his need. She wanted them to sigh and moan together in a symphony of pleasure.

“I want, I want…”

“I know. Touch yourself.”

“Are you…are you…” She could almost see him in front of her, naked, his body on display for her. His strong shoulders, his long fingers, the stubble on his chin. It was a vision she wanted to keep forever.

“I’ll undress you, inch by inch,” Kendrick said. “I’m easing your panties down. And as each new bit of skin is revealed, my lips are there. Kissing you. Tasting you.”

Her underwear was gone. Her bare skin was so sensitive that every movement felt like a caress. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Was it the lure of the forbidden that made this so exciting?

“I’ll play with any part of you I can reach, until you are naked before me, your legs open, everything open for me. Ready. Wanting.”

“I want you. I want you so much.” Emma’s hands were between her legs. She craved his touch, almost whimpering with need.

“I will listen to your breathing,” Kendrick said. “And wait for your moans. I need to know if you like what I’m doing. Do you want it faster or slower? Harder or softer? Allegro or adagio? Do you like what we’re doing together?”

“Yes. More.” Was he touching her? Or was she touching herself? It all tumbled together and it didn’t matter whose hands, whose body, whose sighs and moans. All she knew was, she wanted this. She wanted him. His voice had become his body. His words had become his actions. He was making love to her as surely as if he were in the same room with her.

“When my teasing and tasting have brought you to the edge, when you’re begging for me, when you need me like you’ve never needed anything in your life, then I’ll enter you.”

“Oh, yes.”

He gave himself to her with a slow intensity, and it was strange and wild and everything she wanted. She lifted her legs and felt herself and it was him. She had bubbles in her head and electricity in her limbs. Her legs quivered and everything was slick and so, so sensitive. Now was not the time for slow and gentle. Now was the time for hard and fast.

“I’m holding you tight and grinding into you and giving you every last bit of me. Your legs are wrapped around me, and you’re beautiful, Emma. Your eyes closed, the shine of sweat on your skin, your mouth open. The sound of your gasps and moans. I’m so close. I’m a part of you. The tempo increases. We’re together and each thrust is a new crescendo.”

Someone was moaning in a low, throaty voice. Oh. It was her. “I’m going to—I’m going to—”

“Let go, Emma. Let go.”

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t make a sound. She could only breathe and touch and savor. Each movement was another jolt of excitement and she let the delicious sensations wash over her again and again.

Kendrick had gone silent as well, but his breath was the rush of an avalanche as they peaked together and tumbled downhill, gleeful in their shared delight.

Her movements slowed, and gradually, her breathing went back to normal. She didn’t know how much silence passed between them. What was time? A meaningless concept. She hugged the pillow, wishing it was Kendrick.

“Don’t hang up,” Kendrick said.

“Why would I hang up?”

“I need to tell you how incredible you are. That was…I’m overwhelmed. Thank you.”

“Me too. This is new to me. I don’t—I never thought it could be like that.” Emma hugged the pillow tighter. How was this happening? He had done that to her—for her, poured those breathtaking words into her, and now he was the one thanking her?

“It’s fun to try new things,” Kendrick said, his voice soft and sleepy.

“How did you do that?” she asked. “You knew the perfect words to use.”

“I made them up.”

“On the spot?”

“I’ve been thinking about you. About this.”

“Clearly.”

“To be quite honest? Lately, I haven’t thought about much else.”