Page 60 of Sparks
“You just touch yourself, and we can talk.”
“And what will you be doing? The talking?”
“I mean, I’m sure I’ll be touching myself too.” He chuckled and I smiled.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Ohhhhh, my gosh. OH MY GOSH. I was going to have phone sex with Shawn. What if I sounded ridiculous?
I dug out my little friend and crawled back under the covers, my blood racing.
“I’m turning it on.” I held the end down until it came to life, a quiet buzz.
“I don’t hear it.”
“It’s on. I promise.” I pressed it to myself and sharply inhaled, which made him groan.
“What are you wearing, Harlow?”
“A black tanktop.”
“Take it off,” he whispered.
I did as I was told and said, “I’m naked now.”
“Damn, I wish I was there.”
A drum beat inside my chest.
“What would you do if you were here?” I surprised myself by asking, but he didn’t flinch.
“I’d be right down there where your little friend is. Never thought I’d be jealous of an electronic.” He gave an ironic huff of laughter and kept going. “I’d rest my nose right there on top and I’d taste you and lick you for as long as you’d let me.”
I whimpered and felt my clit pulse. He’d never, ever said anything erotic to me. A moan escaped me as I breathed harder.
“I’d kiss inside of your thighs. And then I’d slip my middle finger inside you, maybe two fingers, and I’d gently flick upward.”
My hips began to move in rhythm and my breathing increased. I let him hear me.
“Fuck, Harlow. I want you.”
“I want you too,” I breathed. “I want you inside me, rubbing against me.”
“I need a picture of you,” he said.
I was seriously on the verge of exploding. I would have done anything for him at that moment. In the pitch darkness I angled the camera down and it flashed. Half of my body was cut off, but the half showing was decent. My boob, my waist, my thigh angled outward. My hand holding the little purple vibrator at my core.
“Hold on,” I said. “Incoming.”
A few seconds later he cursed as the picture came through and it made me even hotter.
“I want one of you now,” I said.
“You do? Okay, hold on.”
A few seconds later I was pulling the phone back to open a slightly blurry and dark picture, but he was definitely hard, straight up, holding himself at the base.
“Oh, hey,” I said. I wasn’t usually visually stimulated but there was something so intimate about a photo snapped in the throes of passion. He was hard for me. “Shawn…”
