Page 39 of Personal Escort

“And?”

“Panties.” She whispers the word, which makes it that much dirtier.

I swallow hard. “Take those off.”

“But you’re still dressed.”

I shrug out of my shirt. It flutters to the floor. “I’m getting there. You just pushed my shirt to the ground.”

“And you just peeled my underwear down my legs.” Her words rush out on a single breath.

I groan. “I have a lot of fantasies about your legs, you know that?”

“No. Really?”

“Fuck. Cara, I want your legs wrapped around my head. I want to press them wide open as I push into you, and feel them tight around my hips as I make you mine.”

She whispers my name, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

“Touch yourself. I want you to fall asleep with my name on your lips, after I’ve worked you up and wrung you out. I want you on your knees, in my arms, under my tongue. I want to taste every last inch of you. Feel every last inch of you.”

I stretch out on the bed and unzip my pants.

“You with me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m stroking myself. I’m so hard for you.”

“Seriously?”

I laugh, even though it’s strained. “Serious as a heart attack.”

“Toby is this…okay?”

Fuck. “So okay, gorgeous. Really. If you want to…”

“I want to. I need this tonight.”

That’s a stab in the heart. If she doesn’t need this tomorrow, too, I’ll have ruined everything. The only thing I can do is show her that I’m right there with her. “Me, too. I’ve wanted you for weeks.”

“I don’t have a lot of experience.”

I tip my head back. “We’ll figure out what we like together.”

“Tell me again that you’re hard.”

“Like a rock. It hurts so good when I stroke myself.”

“I want to do that. Touch you.”

“Yes. Your fingers. Fuck.” I squeeze my cock at the base and imagine her exploring me. Tentative, then more sure. “You can touch me anywhere you want.”

“If I’m stroking you, what are you doing?”

“Squeezing you close. I want to get my hands on your hips, your ass. My mouth on your lips, your neck, your breasts. I want to make you squirm, then stroke between your legs and make sure you’re wet for me.”

“I am…”

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