Page 89 of Marrying the Billionaire

I shake my head. “Not like you. You’re always sexy.”

“That’s only because I’m with you. Trust me, I’d be a stuttering mess with anyone else. But with you, it’s natural. You can say anything to me. I promise I’ll love it.”

An unexpected warmth spreads through my chest, her words both soothing and inciting me. She’s right. If I can’t say anything to her, who can I say it to? “I’m imagining you’re here with me. That your hand is on me, stroking me from base to tip. That I can see your nipples through your negligee. That I’m pulling the straps down so I can suck on them.”

She moans, the sound spurring me on. “I’m running my tongue over you, tasting your sweet skin, bringing a hand down to find you bare for me. I enter two fingers and you are so fucking wet. Are you wet for me now, Serena?”

“I’m so wet,” she pants. “I’m touching myself right now.”

My mouth dries. “You are?”

“Uh huh. It’s your fingers touching me. Your fingers playing with my clit.”

Oh, fuck. My hand returns to my dick, gripping myself roughly. “Tell me more.”

“It’s your fingers pumping in and out of me. Your other hand squeezing my breast.”

“What about the rest of the dream?”

Her voice is featherlight, her attention clearly elsewhere as she says, “You pulled my panties aside and slipped inside me from behind. I’ve never done it in that position, but it was like you completely filled me. I couldn’t get enough.”

“We’ll do it one day,” I promise. “As soon as I get back.”

“I want that,” she says shakily. “I want you in every way imaginable.”

“However you want me.” I’m not sure where the words are coming from, but like I said before, once she gets me this hot, I hardly recognize what I’m saying. It’s purely instinctual. “I’m yours in any way you want.”

“Yes,” she breathes, the throaty way she says it urging me faster, a bead of precum releasing. I spread it around the head, imagining her licking it off, goosebumps racing across my skin at the notion.

“So you liked it when I fucked you?”

“Mmm hmm. You were so big, filling me up. The way your body surrounded me, it was like you were consuming me. I never wanted it to end.”

“And what about now? If I was there now, how would you want me?”

Her breaths are harsh over the phone line, and I wish more than anything I was there to witness her getting herself off. “Your mouth on my breasts first, fingers in my pussy, working me up.”

A full body shudder runs through me. “Say pussy again.”

She makes a noise of satisfaction. “You like when I talk about my pussy? The way it’s wet for you? How I want your mouth on it next? Please, Archer, I want you to lick my pussy.”

“Fuck,” I shout, my thighs shaking with the effort it takes to hold myself back, even as my fist flies furiously over my cock, unable to help myself. “Please tell me you’re close. I can’t control it much longer.”

“I don’t want you to control it. I want to hear you come for me so bad.”

I let go then, groaning into the phone, letting myself revel in the sensation as I come for her, something about the request incredibly hot.

“That’s it,” she murmurs. “You’re so sexy. I can’t believe I’m married to you. That you’re mine.”

I bask in her words, closer to her than ever before. How is it that being apart can draw you further together?

“I’m so close.” Her voice is strained, on the verge of tipping. “Tell me- Tell me what you’d do to me.”

“I’m there between your legs, holding your thighs open, parting you with my thumbs, licking that pussy, flicking your clit. Your back bows, screaming my name as you come for me. I hold you open, licking up every last drop you give me, wanting everything from you.”

She makes a gasping sound, her breath hitching. “Oh- Oh God, Archer. I’m-” She moans, the sound making my dick twitch again despite the workout I just gave it. “I- Oh God, I love you. I love you.”

I go still, listening to her continued moans as she comes down from her high, her breaths gradually easing. My heart’s in my throat, the phone pressed so tightly to my ear, it’s a wonder I don’t break it.

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