Page 39 of Tempt
“Such a good girl,” he rasped. “Listening to you come made my cock even bigger.”
“I wish you were here to fuck me instead of your hand,” I breathed. “I’ve wished you were here so many times.”
He laughed suddenly, low and sexy. “Have you done this before, you wicked thing?”
“Yes,” I confessed. “I have a toy. It’s not nearly as good as the real thing, but it was better than nothing.”
“Do you have it now?”
“Yes.”
“Turn it on.”
I reached for the Lelo, my pulse hammering wildly. “Okay.”
“Now put the tip inside your sweet, wet pussy. Just an inch.”
I did what he requested, moaning in agonized pleasure. “I want more.”
“Do you like my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
“I’m giving you more. Can you feel it?”
I slid the toy in a little deeper. “Yes.”
“Now take it out again. Hold it against your clit.”
The hum against my swollen, sensitive bud was almost too much. “Oh, God... I can’t take it...”
His breath was labored, his words a struggle. “I want you to ride me.”
“Huh?”
“Do as I say.”
“But—”
“Listen to me,” he demanded. “Get on your knees. Put the toy on the bed.”
I obeyed, flipping onto my knees, centering the toy between my thighs, and sinking down onto it. I moaned as it thrummed inside me, the short arm vibrating against my clit, the long arm pressing against that spot that made my entire lower body begin to clench. “You’re so deep,” I whispered, grabbing onto the headboard with my free hand, just like I had in his hotel room. “You’re so hard. And I’m so wet. So tight.”
“Yes,” he growled. “Fuck yes. You’re amazing. You’re so fucking hot. And you’re such a good girl.”
His praise was like gasoline on the flames. “You’re going to make me come again,” I whispered, widening my knees to take the toy even deeper. My insides tightened like a vise. “So close.”
“Fuck yes. Come again for me. Come on my cock. Just like that. Just like—” And his words devolved into a long, sensual moan that sent me over the edge and I circled my hips as the climax hit, remembering the hot, pulsing throb of him inside me, yearning to feel it again.
A moment later, I opened my eyes. On the other end of the line, I could still hear him breathing. Quickly, I maneuvered the toy out from under me and switched it off. Tossing it to the floor, I sat with my legs pressed together, feeling self-conscious. Now what?
“Hey,” he said. “Give me a minute?”
“Of course.” I waited, my heart decelerating from an end-stretch gallop to a more gentle canter. But I was still nervous—what was there to say to each other?
“Okay, I’m back.”
“Hi,” I said. My voice cracked.
