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“Do you want to take care of this problem now, over the phone?”
He growls, and the way that vibrates through the phone has me crossing and uncrossing my legs.
I hear more rustling and then a heavy sigh. “Not what I had in mind when we talked about helping you get to sleep,” Nate says with a slight edge to his voice. My entire body cringes, and I’m about to apologize again when he adds, “But yes.”
I flatten my back against the wall again, my eyes wide. Oh…the edge in his voice was something else. Not annoyance but ache. I cover my mouth.
“Y-yes?”
“I’m touching myself right now, Meredith.”
“Oh.”
“Changing your mind? I can put it away.” The heat coming through the phone tells me he absolutely does not want to put a stop to this.
“No! I mean, no. But I don’t know what to tell you to do…I’m not well-versed in phone sex.”
He grunts. “Mm. I’m placing you on speaker, so I can set the phone down.”
I think what I’m hearing now is some fumbling around the room.
“What’s happening? Describe everything,” I say.
His laugh that follows this makes my panties wet. “Lotioning my hands.”
Right. Because who wants to masturbate dry? The realness is too much. “What does it smell like?”
“Unscented. Because, you know.”
Right. Don’t want a reaction on that sensitive skin.
“I wish I was touching you,” I whisper shyly, sliding down until I’m flat on my back and squeezing my thighs together tightly.
“Touch yourself and play along, Meredith.”
I’ve never done phone sex before, but I’m all too eager to jump in, especially if he’s going to guide me alone. I place Nate on speaker, set the phone on the comforter next to me, and hike up my shirt. “Is this when I’m supposed to tell you I’m fondling my boobs?”
“Fuck,” he rasps, and I can almost hear the movement of his hands on his cock. “Yes, Meredith.”
“Nate, every time you say my name like that, I feel it in my pussy.”
He groans. “Does it do anything when you pinch your nipples for me?”
“Let’s find out…yeah….”
“Touch your pussy now and tell me how wet you are,” he instructs.
Continuing to grasp my breast, I let my other hand travel down between my thighs. I nudge my folds apart and gasp at the sensation.
“So wet it’s making a mess of my fingers.”
“I remember what that felt like, with you riding my hand, baby. Prettiest mess there ever was,” he says.
Holy shit.
“Touch your clit for me, Meredith.”
This feels so good, and yet, frustratingly, it’s not Nate’s fingers destroying my pussy.
