Page 98 of Trying Sophie

“You’re incorrigible,” I shot back, laughing myself.

“I’m charming,” he replied on a small exhalation.

“Are you really …?”

“Yes, Sophie,” he bit out. “I am really.”

His breath came shorter and quicker and the sound of it in my ear left no doubt he really was pleasuring himself while we chatted.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me what you want to do to me the next time we see each other.”

The whispered command had me imagining all sorts of lascivious scenarios but I wondered if I could really do this. Not only had I never gotten into the whole sexting thing, I was also a phone sex novice. Not that I’d never done it before, but the few times I had, I’d found it … lacking.

Maybe you just didn’t do it with the right guy, my brain interjected.

None of the men I’d been with before had been big on dirty talk, so phone sex had been awkward at best. But Declan? He loved to whisper (or text) filthy little things to get me hot and bothered.

I decided if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. This time, I was going to be the one to make him squirm. I took a deep breath and launched in to one of my fantasies.

“I’m waiting for you when you get home dressed in nothing but your jersey and a smile.”

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I’d like that.”

“I take your hand and lead you over to the sofa. I push you down and then drop to my knees in front of you. You’re already hard for me, your thick, delicious cock straining in your jeans.”

I was proud of myself when my voice didn’t waver or crack.

He moaned and the sound shot straight to my core as it fluttered with need.

“I run my hands up your thighs, drag my nails over you, and your hips buck in response. I reach up and undo your button, pull your zipper down.”

Declan’s breath sawed in and out and I heard small grunts of pleasure as he worked himself over.

“Your cock is free and it’s glorious. Just looking at it makes my mouth water.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, louder this time.

“But as much as I want to taste you, wrap my lips around you and suck you deep until you’re hitting the back of my throat, my pussy aches for you more than my mouth does. I’m empty inside and I want you to fill me up.”

I waited, listening to the sounds he made as he stroked himself.

“Do you want that too?” I asked when he hadn’t responded after several seconds.

“Yeah, baby. I want you to ride my cock so fucking hard.”

His breathing rushed, I imagined his hand pumping furiously at his thick, hard cock, my words gasoline pouring over the flames of his desire. Closing my eyes, I slid my hand under the elastic of my panties. When my finger slipped through my blonde curls, I was soaking wet. That small touch electric, a gasp caught in my throat. I tried to hold in my moan when I hit the perfect spot, but Declan heard it anyway.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” he asked between pants.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel …” I didn’t have words to explain how my body responded to him. “I want …”

“What do you want my sweet girl?”

“You. I want you, all of you,” I answered, my fingers swirling over my throbbing clit.

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