Page 109 of Vicious Intentions
“Well, birthday girl… tell me, how would you like to end the day?”
My cock swells at the sight of her front teeth sinking into her full bottom lip.
“I have some ideas.”
“Do you, now?” I lick my lips. “Care to share any with me?”
“I might.”
“Well then…” I say, placing my hands on either side of me as I lean back slightly on the bed, careful not to reveal more than just my lips. “I’m all ears.”
“I want you to touch me.”
Madonna. This woman is going to kill me. I am so fucking fucked.
The words have barely left her pretty pink lips, and I’m already sitting up in attention.
“Where?” The question comes out more like a strangled growl than an actual word.
“Everywhere.”
My throat dries as a rich crimson blossoms over her chest, tracing its way to her collarbone and up her neck. I’m sure her face is burning just as brightly, but it doesn’t stop her from saying what she wants.
“Be more precise.”
There’s that smile again. Fuck.
“First, I want your lips here,” she points at the hollow of her throat. “Then I want them to trail all the way up to my mouth.”
“Good. I like how this is starting.” I lick my lips again, my knuckles white as my fingers grip the edge of the bed. “Go on. Tell me more. Show me more.”
“You… want me to show you?”
“Yes.”
I watch her swallow dryly, sudden panic making her hesitate.
I don’t think Anna put much thought into this call. She probably thought that FaceTiming me would help move things forward in our physical relationship, but her naivety and inexperience are showing.
“Do you want me to take the lead?”
“Please.”
“Okay, sweetheart. But only for a little while. You know how much I like it when you tell me what you want.”
I proceed to tell her how I’m kissing her first. Gently, thoroughly. How her mouth welcomes my tongue like a long-lost friend, how her body molds itself to all my hard ridges.
We’re still just kissing, and I’m already hard as stone.
“Caro mio,” she breathes out, and I can tell she’s tipped her head back by the way she’s exposing her neck to me. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to bite into it right now. “I need more. Give me more.”
If only I could.
“Use your hand, baby. Pretend that it’s mine, okay?” She nods, ever obedient. “Run my fingers down the slope of your neck, slowly. Yes, that’s it.”
She hums as she does as ordered, her hand finding all the sensitive areas of her body. And when I tell her to brush her fingers over her nipples, she lets out a little squeak, almost as if surprised by how good it feels.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” She shakes her head and brushes her nipple again, the pebble so razor-sharp it looks like it might poke a hole through her white tank top. “Does that feel good?”
