Page 159 of The First Time
Fuck.
"Piper." I groan her name as I come. Pleasure floods my body, but there's something else too.
Relief. Like I told somebody a secret and they accepted it.
My need to share with her isn't satisfied. Despite the sticky mess I've got on my hands, my first thought is that I need to hear her come. Now.
Her breath is still heavy, needy. "Fuck, Kit. That was... I like hearing you without anything else happening, being able to focus on the pleasure in your voice."
I let out a grunt that means something likeme too. Or maybecome for me right away.
"I guess it's my turn." There's more noise on her end, then she's back on the phone. "I'm naked."
Fuck, if it was possible to be hard again, I'd be there. As it is, there isn't a hard part of my body. Every one of my muscles is relaxed. I'm at peace. This is how I feel when I play—like I'm where I belong.
"Touch yourself," I groan.
She groans back. "Kit..."
"Say my name again, baby."
She moans at the term of endearment. "Fuck, Kit." Her voice breaks. Her breath softens for a moment. Then it's louder, needier.
She's touching herself.
I relax into the couch as I listen to every hitch of her breath, every moan, every gasp. Fuck, this is the best music I've ever heard. I want to record it and listen to it on loop.
I want to fall asleep and wake up to it.
Her groans run together. She's close.
I need her there. "Come for me, baby."
"Kit," she breathes. "Say it again."
My voice is heavy, needy. "Come for me, baby."
She groans again and again. Then she's there. I can hear her letting go of everything. I can feel her pleasure.
It's as good as mine.
Better even.
I wait for her to come down. "Fuck, Piper."
"Right back at you."
"I should clean up."
"I should get to sleep. I'll talk to you soon."
"Sweet dreams."
"You too."
