Page 32 of Hold Me Closer
"Do it again," he orders. "Right now, butterfly. I want you riding your fingers until you're coming all over them."
A thrill goes through me as I slip my free hand down my body, more than willing to give him what he wants. But only if I get what I want, too. "I want to hear you, Teo. Touch yourself."
"You think I'm not?" he groans. "Christ, Nadia. I had my hand on my cock as soon as you said you were naked. I've been imagining myself between your legs, worshipping that pretty little pussy with my fucking tongue."
"When did you get such a filthy mouth?"
"After spending six years dreaming about what I'd do to you with it every night. Touch your pussy, baby. Come all over your fingers for me," he rasps, a hitch in his breath that tells me he's beyond worked up.
I close my eyes, imagining his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down. My thumb rolls over my clit, a soft whimper escaping my lips. God, I want him so damn bad. I want him in this bed with me, his hands all over my body. I want to know what it's like to be his in every way.
"Put your phone on speaker, butterfly. I want to hear how wet you are for me," he commands.
I quickly obey, settling the phone close to my hips to give him what he wants. One finger slips into my opening, and then another. I stretch myself, pumping and twisting, letting him hear how wet I am.
"Ah, goddamn," he groans. "I want that all over me, Nadia. I'm going to fucking wear you like a badge of honor once you let me in that sweet little thing."
"M-maybe I'll wear you too," I gasp, arching into my touch.
"No, baby. I won't be coming on you. I'll be leaving my cum dripping from that hot little hole where it belongs," he pants. "You'll feel me sliding down your legs every time you move."
"Teo," I groan, my core clenching hard at the thought. I'm so close. So damn close. "Please."
"Please, what, butterfly? Tell me what you need."
"Make me come," I beg. "Please."
"How should I do that, hmm? Should I tell you how I'm going to lick that pretty little pussy until you come all over my face?" he asks. "Should I tell you how fucking hard my cock is right now? Should I tell you all the filthy things I've imagined doing to you?"
"Yes." My hips lift off the bed, my inner muscles fluttering.
"In my dreams, I've fucked you every way there is to fuck someone, butterfly. I've shoved my tongue into every hole and feasted until you shattered. You've come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock over and over," he groans. "But I never come anywhere except that tight little pussy. You know why?"
"W-why?"
"Because in my dreams, I'm planting my kid in you, Nadia. I'm giving you all those babies you always talked about," he rasps. "Every single fucking time I'm in you, I'm breeding you, baby."
His confession sets off a detonation in my womb. I cry out as it sparks an explosion that sweeps me away. Waves of bliss crash through my veins, leaving me gasping his name. I stroke my clit, rocking my hips into my hand over and over.
"Nadia," he groans. "Fuck, Nadia."
Another smaller detonation implodes when I hear him grunt in pleasure. He's coming too. I grab the phone with my free hand, pulling it close to my ear, not willing to miss a singlesecond, a single sound. He pants, groaning my name. I squeeze my eyes closed, imagining myself there with him, watching him shake and tremble his way through it. Pretending that it's landing on me, right between my thighs.
God, I want it so bad. Want him so much it hurts.
"Baby," he breathes. "Fucking hell, baby."
"I know," I whisper, collapsing back on the bed with the phone clutched to my ear. My heart squeezes in a vise. "Tell me this is real, Teo. That I'm not dreaming this time."
"It's real, butterfly. We aren't dreaming this time."
I exhale a shaking breath, my throat burning. "I wish you were here."
"Just say the word, baby."
"You'd really come, wouldn't you? If I needed you?"
"The only reason I've kept my distance is because I thought it was what you wanted and what I deserved. But not a goddamn thing on this earth would keep me from you if you needed me," he says softly. "It kills me that you don't know that. I fucked up. I owe you an apology. Am I an asshole for asking you to wait for me to give it to you in person?"
