Page 91 of Fear of Falling

“There’s a lot I would do if I was there,”he said, with a slight growl in his tone. “I would spend a lot of time between your legs. Teasing, edging.”

Balancing my phone on my chest I snaked my hand slowly down the front of my shirt, fingers playing with the hem of my night shirt above my panties.

Any work I’d focused on before Wyatt called was completely forgotten. Now the only thing on my mind was the sound of Wyatt’s voice and the throbbing between my thighs.

“Would you like my fingers sliding inside you? Feeling how wet you are.”

“Yes,” I said, my breath hitching in my chest, fingertips teasing my clit over my underwear. I could feel how wet I already was, and all Wyatt has done is say a few words.

“I know what you want to do, now tell me how it feels sliding one of those delicate little fingers across your clit.”

My entire face was on fire, yet I did what he said, sliding my hand beneath my underwear. A simple touch of my finger to my clit made me gasp.

“Mmm. I love the noises you make.”

I could hear something through the phone before Wyatt let out a soft groan of his own. The fact he was touching himselfhad me mirroring his groan, dipping my finger inside me before coming back to my clit.

“You have no idea how hard I am thinking of you.”

I could hear the soft sound of his hand stroking his length. “Wish I was there congratulating you on the win,” I said, hearing the lust and need in my own voice.

I want him here with me.

“Yeah, baby? I can’t think of a better way to celebrate than fucking you.”

I moaned softly at his words. My hips moved against my hand, wanting more.

“Slide a finger in for me,” Wyatt demanded.

I obeyed, sliding two fingers into myself, feeling my pussy tightening around them.

Definitely not as good as Wyatt’s cock that’s for sure.

Moving my fingers, I lowered the phone so that Wyatt could hear how wet I was.

“That’s my girl,”Wyatt encouraged. “Bring your other hand up and pinch those nipples for me.”

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath at the zing of pain that went straight from my nipple through to my very core. It took a moment for my fogged-up brain to grasp what he’d said.

My girl.

Sure, he said it in the moment, but the words made my heart soar. I love the sound of being Wyatt’s girl.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged.

“I love hearing you beg,”Wyatt moaned, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the phone. Knowing he was as turned on as I was, fueled me to finger my pussy faster.

“I need to feel your tight pussy pulsing around my cock,” he growled.

I’d never gotten off on phone sex before; always needing more than just ‘come for me’ or ‘suck my cock’ to get me there.Yet here I was, fingering my pussy, so wet and turned on, getting closer and closer to coming, all just from Wyatt’s voice. My mind went into overdrive, picturing him there with me, watching me fuck myself, telling me how pretty I looked spread out in front of him.

Wyatt’s voice drew me closer to the edge. My calves and toes cramped, and my abs tensed as I tried to reach deeper within me. There was no chance of stringing any words together, my entire body focused on one thing.

It was like Wyatt instinctively knew that he continued his coaxing.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me. Come all over those fingers.”

I was too far gone to care about how loud I moaned at the sound of my fingers moving in and out of my pussy.

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