Page 59 of Ask Me Something

“Mm hm.” I brought it out and turned it on for the sound effect.

“I’m jealous of that thing. Turn it off for a minute. I want to get you ready for it first.”

I complied, anxious for his next instruction.

“Now I want you to move your hand down and touch yourself. Are you wet for me?”

“Drenched.”

He sucked in a breath. “Christ, I thought you said you weren’t good at this.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t good at it. I just said I hadn’t done it before. Plus if I can’t turn you on while I do it, what’s the point?”

“I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Maybe I need you in your bed when we do this. I have to admit the thought of you touching yourself while I do the same is a big turn-on.”

Silence.

“Are you there?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m here, taking off my clothes, getting back in my bed. We only have twenty minutes before my car arrives, though.”

“Ooh, I like this a lot.”

“I need you to touch yourself. Tell me how you feel.”

I lay back on my pillows, dipping my hand down and closing my eyes.

“Say something.” He definitely had the voice for phone sex.

I licked my lips and let myself relax. “I’m thinking of you.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re licking me, down there.” I blushed when he chuckled at my lack of description.

“All right. How about I’m burying my face into your sweet, delectable pussy? Then what?”

I swallowed hard. “And I’m wet, really wet, and I can feel your thumb rubbing my clit.”

“Tell me more.”

The desire in his voice spurred me on past my comfort zone and into new territory. I wanted to hear him groan my name in pleasure. “Your fingers are inside of me, and I’m clenching them.”

“Any chance I can talk you into FaceTime?”

“Baby steps.” I wasn’t confident I’d ever get there, but then again, I’d never imagined doing this, either.

“Fair enough. What am I doing now?”

“You’re rubbing and sucking, and I can feel your hot breath on me.”

“You’d feel my beard stubble from the day past tickling up against your sensitive thighs and then my tongue licking your slit. You’d be so turned on that you’d push my head further into your pussy, fisting my hair and grinding your hips against my mouth.”

I wouldn’t need the vibrator. My fingers rubbed; I was frantic to reach my orgasm. “I’m going to come—”

“Me, too Sash,” he groaned.

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