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Not yet. Maybe in time he’d find his way back. In the meantime, he’d just turn off the light.
She spoke just as he settled back against the cushions in his now darkened room. “So if I were there and on the floor in front of you again, what would you do? Tell me.”
Her whispered question triggered a hot rush of pleasure. He squeezed his forefinger and thumb around the base of his hard-on and relaxed his spine, determined to make this last. Tonight he intended to give her a great orgasm. Yesterday’s had been good but he was greedy. He wanted to make her come apart at the seams. Completely and totally lose her mind.
“I’d tell you to spread your legs first,” he murmured, wondering if his voice sounded rusty to her too. “So I could see the pink, wet flesh between your legs while you sucked on me. The light would have to be bright enough that I could watch your inner thighs start to glisten. Knowing all that would be waiting for me when you finished. Then I’d sip from you, circling my way into the very center of your creamy Tootsie Pop.”
He expected her to laugh. Tootsie Pops and oral? Really? Jerk. She’d probably grade him minus ten for creativity. But the line remained silent except for her jagged breaths.
“Then what?”
Sam swallowed over the dryness in his throat. Shit, was she getting turned-on? Her voice sounded thin and thready, as if all the energy in her body was already pooling in the place where she had her fingers. “Do you like it harder or softer?”
Now she laughed. “You’re supposed to be controlling the scene,” she chided playfully. “I’ve given carte blanche to boss me around and do whatever you want to me. Or you can make me do whatever you want me to do to you. Like suck your cock so deep that it reaches way, way down, making my muscles ripple with the effort not to gag. But even that feels good. You can feel my throat locking around you and your balls are getting tighter, aren’t they? I bet you wish I could get down between your legs and suck them too. Just take them in my mouth, roll them around and—oh shit!”
“What?” He jerked up on the sofa, his hand falling away from his damn near throbbing shaft. Thank God he’d turned off the lights. Bad enough to react like a kid caught masturbating but at least he couldn’t see himself act like a dumbass. “What’s wrong? Rory?”
“I almost came. Like…so close.” Her muffled giggle teased out his own smile. “I sort of got into it and then I realized I’d almost ruined our fun.”
“So you stopped.”
“Not entirely.” Her tone turned sly. “I’ve still got the tip of my finger in. Keeping the home fires burning, you know?”
“Yes. I know. Since my home fires are about to scald my hand if I don’t stop thinking about you fingering yourself. God.” He hissed out a breath and let his head fall back against the sofa. “You’re so damn tight. And when you get close, everything sort of seizes up, holds my fingers inside…”
“Yes. Your fingers are inside me, moving slowly. In and out. Making me so wet.”
That same breathy quality returned to her voice, letting him know she’d likely begun using more than just the tip of her finger. He fought not to groan. “You like to be touched slowly?”
“Not all the time but yeah, until I find out if a guy knows what he’s doing. Some of them just jam inside and go to town. That’s not sexy. I don’t want to feel like my man’s trying to make a touchdown so he can move on to the good stuff. You wouldn’t be the type to do that though,” she added. “I can tell you’re the kind that takes their time. Yesterday you spent longer touching me than some guys do on sex.”
He winced for both of them. “You know, talking to you makes me feel better about not having sex for years. Since apparently I’ve been saving some hapless woman from my poor techniques.”
“Your techniques yesterday worked just fine,” she said quietly. “And I totally killed the mood, didn’t I?”
With a quick look at his erection, he shook his head. “Not hardly. If I was there and you could show me how to touch you…”
“I’d take your hand and bring it to my breasts. Just have you cup them, hold them in your big, rough palms. You do a lot of work with them, I can tell. On cars and maybe other stuff too.”
Stupid to feel pride over something so basic, but there it was. “Uh, yeah, I do.”
“And then I’d have you pinch the tips, gently at first then harder. Maybe even twist them a little. They’d stiffen up and I would bring your mouth down and push one between your lips. Then you’d bite them, like you did yesterday.”
“Only one. I don’t think I made it to both.”
“But both felt it, believe me.” Her sigh gratified him in more ways than he would ever understand. How could such simple appreciation do so much to make him feel…well, normal again? Not like a living, breathing, moving shell. “You have great suction. And when you pulled, the throb in my clit was so intense. Like right now.”
Almost without realizing it, he began to stroke his cock. Slow, hesitant brushes of his hand that gradually sped up to match his quickening breaths. “Where are your fingers?”
“Inside. All the way in. Two of them now, slipping on all the wetness.” She gasped. “Talk to me. Let me hear you. Where are your hands?”
“On my cock. One of them is. The other’s holding on to you.” Well, the phone, but he didn’t correct himself. “And I’m thinking about you kneeling in front of me yesterday, how big and gray your eyes were. Like you’d never done that before and you couldn’t wait to learn how it would feel to—”
“What? Sam, tell me. Please.”
It wasn’t weird. It shouldn’t be weird. He just had to close his eyes and keep sliding his hand and it all would fall into place. “You looked as if you’d never sucked a man before. But then you reached for me and your to
uch was so much more sure than your face that I knew you were nervous for a different reason. The moment your tongue met the head of my cock I almost fucking lost it right there. Just looking at you made me so hard.”
