Page 49 of Like First Love, Again

“I thought the point was to come,” Mia complained, sheets rustling like she’d kicked them off, or maybe she’d gotten rid of the towel.

“If you’re not going to do it my way, why am I on the phone?” Tori kept her voice even and authoritative even as she started grinding against her own fingers.

“Fuck, I love when you talk to me like that,” Mia moaned and Tori was sure that she was touching herself however the hell she wanted rather than how Tori instructed.

“If you’re not going to listen, I’m hanging up,” Tori lied because she was high on this game and completely out of her body. There wasn’t a force in existence that could make her end this call, but Mia didn’t know that.

“Okay,” she panted in response. “Okay,” she repeated more clearly. “I’m doing it lightly.”

“Dip your finger inside, just to get more?—”

Mia’s sudden moan echoed in Tori’s core. Tori’s hips jerked forward in response, desperate to find relief on their own.

“I’m so fucking sensitive,” Mia said like she was trying to apologize but got lost in the ecstasy of her own touch. “If I had a?—”

“Stop thinking about that.” Tori slowed her own grinding to claw her way back to control. “Go back to your clit and do it how I told you.”

“Fuck, Tori. You’re killing me,” Mia all but cried.

And then there was nothing but Mia’s breaths over the phone. They were quick and ragged and pained, like Mia was trying to quiet herself and couldn’t. They hit Tori’s ear like whispers dragged across bare skin. Like teeth sinking into her neck.

Each of Mia’s breaths came faster than the last—halting and raw. She had Tori at her mercy with nothing but the sound of her voice. As her body arched toward the sound, Tori’s chest rose and fell to match Mia’s rhythm.

Tori clenched her thighs around her hand to slow herself down, but she couldn’t stop. Mia’s moans and breaths and whispered pleas were tattooed on Tori’s spine, branded on her skin, etched into her marrow.

Need building more quickly than Tori could rein it in, she rubbed her clit through the drenched fabric of her underwear. She wasn’t anywhere close to the spot that usually worked, but she barely needed any contact. She was racing toward an orgasm at a breakneck pace. Lungs burning and muscles tense, her desire roared as it stretched to the point of snapping.

“A little more pressure,” Tori groaned, giving away that she was teetering on the edge.

“You sound so good,” Mia managed like it took Herculean effort to form words. “I want to… Fuck, Tori. I want to,” she panted as if she were begging for her life. Pleading turned into frustration before Tori could race to the finish. “But I just can’t.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Tori pulled her hand away even as her core pounded with the sharp pain of having stopped at the worst possible moment. She stifled the discomfort and opened her eyes.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m on these antidepressants?—”

“Mia, you don’t have to explain.” Tori dropped backward on the bed, head spinning and chest burning. “And you sure as hell don’t have to apologize.” She pushed her hair out of her face.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” she said in a voice too gentle to be so devastating.

“You could never,” Tori swore, wishing she could pull Mia into her arms and show her. “That was so unbelievably hot.”

“Even though I couldn’t?—”

“Did you not hear me the first time?” Tori did her best to bring back her dominant tone, even though it was hard to access with the heat of the moment gone.

Mia breathed a chuckle. “I really did like that, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Tori teased.

“Is it super needy and pathetic to ask you to stay on the phone with me?” Mia asked when she’d caught her breath.

“Do you mind if I take you into the shower with me?” Tori grinned when she stood on wobbly legs.

Mia cursed. “You play dirty, Victoria.”

Yanking off her ruined underwear, Tori chuckled. “Do you have better ways to play?”

Twenty-Five

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