Page 71 of Icebound Hearts

ME: My fingers feel good, but your mouth would feel better.

SAWYER: Oh, you have no idea how good I’m going to make this for you.

ME: Mmm

It’s hard to type one-handed like this, so that’s the best I can manage. But Sawyer doesn’t seem to mind, because several more messages come in a flurry.

SAWYER: I want your hands all over your body.

SAWYER: Just like mine would be if I was in there with you.

SAWYER: Dragging up the insides of your thighs.

SAWYER: Working your perfect nipples.

As if he’s pulling an invisible string to control me, I drop my phone on the covers so my hands can streak up my body from my pussy to my breasts. I cup and squeeze them, imagining it’s Sawyer doing it instead.

The image of his pierced cock, shining with nearly a dozen studs that I saw when I walked in on him jerking off, blazes through my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about how it would feel to have his firm, solid body braced over mine, his muscular arms holding him up. How it would feel to have his breath warming my skin as he licked and sucked on my nipples.

How it would feel to take his cock with all of its piercings.

My fingers slip across my already wet pussy at the thought, and a soft whimper spills from me. My phone buzzes immediately, and I grope around me to find it and pick it up.

SAWYER: You dirty girl. I heard that.

My heart hammers in my chest, a spike of arousal shooting through my veins. He’s so fucking good at this. I can practically hear his voice saying everything he’s typed, and every message he sends only turns me on more.

I reach for the vibrator while I try to type out a message with my free hand.

ME: Can you hear this?

With the vibrator resting against my clit, I flip the switch to turn it on, and its low hum fills the room, the friction lighting up my nerves. My vision blurs a little, and another gasp slips out of me at the intensity of the sensation, but I manage to keep it quiet this time.

SAWYER: Did you just turn on the vibrator?

ME: Yes.

SAWYER: Fuck. I can hear it. That’s so goddamn hot.

ME: Oh my god it feels so good.

My toes are curling, and it’s hard to focus on anything other than the electricity coursing through me thanks to the vibrator as I hold it in place. But my phone buzzes in my hand, dragging my attention back to it.

SAWYER: That’s it. Work yourself over. Make yourself feel good. Even if I can’t see it, I want to hear you come.

The raw desire in his words sparks something inside me. I balance my phone against one of my legs and turn up the intensity of the vibrator, making its humming even louder. I have to bite down on my lip so hard it stings to keep from crying out as the toy sends me spiraling higher and higher.

SAWYER: It just got louder. Tell me what you’re doing.

I peck out a reply with one finger while I drag the vibrator in circles around and across my clit, making my entire body shudder as my back arches against the mattress.

ME: Imagining your tongue all over and inside my pussy

SAWYER: Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you with my tongue?

ME: Yes. Fuck.

SAWYER: I’d fucking love to, heartbreaker. I’d give you all of that and so much more.

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