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“Have you touched yourself, Delilah?” The words are a rumble and I recognize them.
He feels just as unhinged as I do.
And I can almost guarantee his hand is on his cock.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Dante, I—"
“Answer my question, fiorella,” he says. A low, barely audible moan falls from his lips.
“No,” I whisper, because I haven’t.
I’m regretting that now, the need for this man pooling between my legs, a mere week of being without him feeling like torture.
“Me neither,” he says, and then another groan comes from the shower.
“Are you . . .” My words trail off as I picture him under the pounding water on the other side of the thin shower curtain, stroking his cock and thinking of me.
“Yes. Now you,” he says, his voice low and dark. I don’t answer. “Come on, Lilah.“ The words wind around me, making me heart skip a beat. “It’s not cheating if I don’t see you. If you don’t see me.”
I moan despite not having my hands anywhere near my body.
Just the idea of it.
“Let me talk you through making yourself come, Lilah. Please. God, that’s what I want right now. Let me hear you.” His words are a plea now, nearly begging, and I think in some way he knows.
He knows anything he begs of me, I’ll do, the same way he does for me.
My hand moves, sliding up my thigh as I lean back, spreading my legs. A finger trails the line at the top of my panties, slipping under the elastic, moving down over tight curls and barely—ever so barely—brushing over my clit.
I moan, the sound quiet but filling the small room all the same.
“Fuck, yes.” I hear splashing, and I know—I know his hand sped up with that small noise.
My hand moves farther into my underwear, two fingers circling my clit now as I arch my lower back just a bit, tipping to get more.
“What are you doing, Lilah? Tell me.” His voice is a firm demand, and like he’s right above me, like it’s his hands on my body, I answer.
“I’m circling my clit,” I say in a low, quiet whisper.
“Are you wet?” he asks. “Dip down, put one finger in your pussy, and tell me how wet you are. How fuckin’ needy that pussy is.”
I have no choice but to abide, dipping my hand in and sliding my finger into my entrance.
“Jesus, fuck,” I murmur. “I’m so wet. Fuck.”
“Fuck yourself with that finger, baby. No clit. One finger,” he demands, and I moan again, bucking my hips. “My cock is so hard for you, Lilah. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“I need more, Dante,” I say, but I don’t give it to myself.
I wait for his instruction.
I need his instruction.
His words.
“Such a good fucking girl, my baby is. Waiting until I let her have more.” A deep groan falls from the other side of the curtain. “Spread those thighs for me, baby. Spread them until it hurts, picture me there, holding you open for me, getting you ready for my cock.”
