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"Find out for me, baby. Get out of those shorts, slide them down those pretty legs."
Katie complied, no questions asked, sinking into the sensation of the silky fabric on her skin. Every single nerve in her body felt primed and wired, every sensation amplified. And he wasn’t even in the room.
"What color are your panties? Be honest."
"Ummm, navy blue. With white polka dots."
The slick background noise picked up behind Landon’s groans. "Holy shit, why does that turn me on so much? This is crazy. I want to see them so bad. You could send me a pic..."
"No, uh-uh, we’re not doing that."
"Ok, ok, ok, sorry...so are you wet? Are your fingers in your panties? Sliding across that sweet pussy? I want to see you so bad. Tell me how wet you are."
Her fingers slid under the waistband of her underwear. "Ohhh…I’m so wet, Landon. I don’t think I’ve ever been..." She let her thought trail off in a breathy moan as her fingertips slid across her slickness. "Keep talking to me...please."
"Of course, baby. Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes."
"Good, run your fingers over yourself. Press on your clit, just like you like it. Pretend you’re guiding my hand, showing me what you like. Pretend it’s my fingers making you feel so good."
Another pleasurable shock radiated through her center and she bucked her hips to press up into her hand.Hishand. Oh god, she wanted it to be his hand so bad.
The heel of her palm moved in a smooth circle, giving just that right amount of pressure to her clit, over and over again, until an animalistic need took hold of her. How could she be this close to coming this soon? Normally she needed a whole lot more time to get there. More time to fantasize and get in the mood. A vibrator never hurt matters either. But Landon’s voice was better than any sex toy.
"Do you like it, sweetheart? Do you like my fingers sliding across your clit? Pushing inside you? Finger yourself."
Katie did as instructed, gasping at how swollen she felt. "Oh my god, Landon, that feels so good. I wish it was you. I want you to do it so bad."
"I know, baby, me too. Tell me what you want me to do when we’re finally together."
A tiny warning flashed in her head. Weren’t they doing this because they couldn’t ever be together?Don’t overthink,she reminded herself,it’sjust a fantasy.
"Katie, I need to hear you, baby. Talk to me. I’ll do anything you need. If I was there right now and I had two minutes to make you come, what do I need to do? Just be honest."
Two minutes? Katie probably only needed twenty seconds. All she had to do was think about him. Not even of his lips or his cock or his gorgeous body, just his hair in her hands and his two-day stubble rubbing up against her cheek, her neck...Against her thighs.
Kyle had only gone down on her twice and both times he’d acted like he’d done her some huge favor. Yet, she’d never felt what she expected to feel. What she felt when she read about it in books or saw it in movies.
"I want to feel you kissing me, Landon. Licking me. On my neck. On my thighs. Oh god, I want your tongue on...on...on my clit."
"Oh fuck, you want me to eat your pussy? Yes, baby, of course. I can’t wait to spread you out on my bed and get lost in that pussy. I can tell—by how you smell, how you taste when I kiss your lips and your neck—I can already tell: I could eat that pussy for hours, baby."
"Yes, please, please" she panted. "I want that so bad. I’m so, so close. Please keep talking. I want to feel your tongue all over me. Your fingers inside me."
"I bet you taste so sweet, your wet pussy like honey, like some drug I can’t get enough of. Like you. Tell me you want me, Katie. Say my name. Tell me you’re going to let me lick your clit and finger your pussy then come with my dick all up inside you."
"I do, Landon. I want you. I want you soooo bad,” she moaned. “Oh my god, I want you inside me. In every way possible. Only you. I’m…I’m coming…so hard."
She’d gone straight over the edge when he’d said "dick all up inside you." Why those words in that order affected her so much she couldn’t quite say, but here she was, writhing on her loveseat, empty wine glass rattling on the TV tray, pussy contracting around her fingers as her palm pumped up against her clit, trying to drag out this insane, other wordly pleasure.
"Holy shit," she murmured, half to herself, half into the phone when her toes finally uncurled and her body sank back into the cushions like a rag doll.
"Yeah, ditto on that," Landon agreed, his voice as breathless as she felt.
Plenty of women were doing way crazier stuff virtually, and yet Katie wanted to pat herself on the back because she’d finally had phone sex. Welcome to the twenty first century, darlin'.
"That was crazy," she said, a little giggle escaping.
