Page 46 of Crossing Lines

Davia clicks her tongue. “I only understood sexy.”

I laugh and add, “J’aime te taquiner.”

“Kross, stop showing off.”

“Want me to translate?”

“Um… Fine,” she yields. “What did you say?”

“I said your voice is sexy, and I like teasing you.”

She breathes deeply. “Why are you doing this to me?”

I lick my lips. “My bad, baby. I made you tingle?”

“Geez! I’m getting off the phone. I need to pack my things and shower.”

“Don’t hang up yet. I like talking to you as much as you like talking to me.”

A huff gusts out of her as if she dropped on the bed. “Fine.”

The slight rasp in her voice feels like a grip on my stiffening shaft. “I can tell you’re horny. I want to help.”

“Stop,” she groans.

Unable to control my desire, the words slip out of me. “Tell me where you like to be touched.”

Her shaky breaths fill the sudden quiet. Seconds pass, a minute, and then she exhales. “This remains a secret.”

“Only between us,” I swear, relaxing on the chaise. “Now, where are my hands touching first, Davi?”

“My neck,” she answers in a whisper.

“And then?”

Another pause leads to an unsteady whimper.

“Your fingers move down ever so gently, tracing my collarbone.” She gasps. “That’s a sensitive spot for me.”

I close my eyes, envisioning her reacting to every touch. “What else is sensitive, baby?”

“Hmm… My nipples.”

The profound drop in her voice has me pushing down my sweatpants to stroke my hard dick. “Would you like it if I pinch or bite them?”

“Both,” she moans. “You soothe them with your warm tongue. It makes me wet.”

“Mmm. Am I dipping my fingers lower?” I rasp, rubbing the pre-cum around on my dick.

“Slowly,” she breathes out. “You take your time with my clit, and then you massage my pussy lips.”

“I bet you’re so drenched.”

More gasps. “You bury your face in it.”

I increase my pumps, clamping my mouth to stifle the grunts. I’d hate to be too loud and disrupt her vulnerable fantasy. “How many fingers do I stick inside your tightness?”

“Two,” she cries daintily. “You pleasure my clit while working them in and out. Mmm…” Her choppy panting convinces me she’s on the verge of an orgasm.

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