Page 103 of Outlaw Heartstrings
I unfasten my bra, releasing my breasts. I shudder at the sensations that spark in my body as my heavy globes bounce free. Shit—this is what it feels like to not be in a hurry, to not have to rush for once.
“Take off your shorts,” Easton commands softly through the phone.
With sweaty hands, I undo the button and shimmy my hips as I push the scrap of denim to the floor.
Easton growls from the other side of the door.
“What is it?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“Fuck—I’m just thinking about how sexy you looked in those shorts all day,” he confesses. “You have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the concession stand at the fair and peel those damn shorts right off your perfect body.” He chuckles.
I huff a laugh, somehow feeling less nervous. Because, sure, the phone sex thing is something I’ve never done before, and it’s kind of nerve-wracking. But at the same time, I’m doing it with Easton. It doesn’t have to be so serious. It can be silly and fun.
“I’m glad you didn’t do that,” I respond mirthfully as I’m now shimmying my panties down my legs and setting them on the dresser. “We might have gotten arrested for breaking some public indecency laws. Not to mention the health code violations.”
“There’s nothing indecent about your body, Alba,” he scoffs. “And health code violations? Blasphemy! Those health inspectors would never get near you. I’d chase them off with a hockey stick.”
I laugh harder and any lingering nervousness fades away as I lie back on the bed, fully naked now. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious,” he insists. “As someone who’s had the honor of feasting between those perfect thighs, I can assure you, that pretty pussy is the furthest thing from a health code violation.”
Easton’s scent rises up all around me as my weight sinks into the cloud-like mattress. “The only one…” I murmur as I set down the phone on the pillow, right by my ear.
Easton pauses. “What…?”
“You’re the only one who’s ever been between my thighs…”And you’re the only one I’ll ever want there.The internal walls of my channel give a hard throb at that thought.
“Fuck, baby…” he rasps out, suddenly serious again. He emits a jagged breath. He swallows audibly. “Are you naked now?”
“Yes…” I say.
“I can just imagine how fucking beautiful you look in my bed…I can imagine being on top of you, touching you.” I hear the hallway floorboards creak again.
“How would you touch me?” I question, my curiosity pushing any lingering shyness to the side.
“I’d start by burying my face in your neck, getting my lungs full of your scent,” he whispers. “Then I’d kiss your collarbone, inch by inch by inch. Then your chest. Then your breasts,” he tells me.
I sigh out loud, loving that idea a little too much.
Easton picks up on it. “Touch your breasts, baby. Pretend it’s me.”
On instinct, my hands leap up to cup the tingling globes,gently flicking my nipples. “Yes…” I groan, my eyes fluttering and my head falling to the side.
Easton continues. “I’d fucking worship your breasts until you’re breathless.”
His words come to life before me, playing out in my head like the most vivid movie. But as far as I’m concerned, every sensation that courses through my body is real. I can feel the weight of him on top of me, the flutter of his breath on my skin, the wetness of his kisses, the bruise of his stubble.
“Easton…” I pant, my spine arching slightly as I offer myself up to the ghost of him.
“Yeah…I’d make you say my name, just like that.”
“And what would happen next?” I ask, squeezing my breasts and feeling electricity rain down on me, striking every nerve in my body.
“I’d kiss the undersides of your tits. Your ribcage. The hollow of your belly. I’d lick and I’d nibble and I’d suck…”
“Oh god…” I moan, my fingertips trailing down my body, playing out the image he’s painting with his words.
“Then I’d grab your thighs and I’d spread them apart, exposing that pretty pussy with my fingers.”
