Page 54 of A Very Snowed In New Year
HoldUp.76:
“Okay, baby. Thanks for waiting. I want you to let go of that headboard and slide one hand up inside your little pink camisole now. You’re gonna cup your right tit with your left hand and rub your thumb over your hard little nipple, squeezing and stroking the soft flesh of that tit. It’s so full right now, isn’t it? It fills your hand. I’d give anything to be able to touch you and lick you and take you into my mouth. I could make you come just from kissing your tits. I’d lose my mind if I could do what I want with my tongue all over you, and you’d lose your mind knowing how much I want you. I bet no one’s ever done that for you. I want to be the first. I want to be the first to make you feel so good you lose all your inhibitions. Tell me you want that too, baby. Fuck, I wish I could hear you. I need to hear you. I’m gonna call you on this app, okay? You can delete it when we’re done. We’ll delete this whole chat.”
I give her a minute to listen to the end of my message so I don’t surprise her.
But she surprisesmeby initiating the call.
Lying on my back, I put it on speaker and rest the phone on my bare chest. “Hi.”
“I’ve never done this before, Holden. On this app, I mean.” Her voice is so quivery. “I want this, though. I want to do this with you.”
“Good. Put it on speakerphone.”
“No camera, okay?”
“I know, baby. No camera.”
“Okay.” She’s so breathless already, and I’m getting hard again. “I’m massaging my right breast now,” she informs me. “Oh my God, my boobs are huge right now!”
She sounds thrilled by this more than aroused.
“I bet it feels so good. Your clit must be so swollen, and I know you’re wet for me, but I want you to stick your tongue out and lick the fingers of your other hand before you press those fingers flat against your clit. Then make nice, slow, circular movements. I know you don’t want to go slow, but be real gentle at first, okay?”
She whimpers. I bet she’s trembling all over. “’Kay.”
“Spread your legs for me, because I gotta get up in there. I’m crawling across the mattress to you, and I can’t even believe how beautiful you look, with your back and your neck arched, rolling your head around, touching yourself and rocking your hips. I’m kissing up the inside of your leg and licking up your center.”
“Can you kiss me on the mouth first?”
“I would fucking love to kiss you on your pretty mouth, baby. I’ve got my arms on either side of your shoulders, and I’m hovering over you, staring down at you. Can you picture that?”
“It’s so easy for me to picture it, Holden. I see you when I close my eyes and touch myself all the time. For years.”
Jesus. Fuck.
“I like that. I’m lowering myself down to brush my lips against yours first. Then I lick your bottom lip, and when you open your mouth to gasp, I kiss you so deep until we both have to come up for air.”
“My legs are wrapped around you so tight.”
“Yeah, it feels good to be on top of you. I keep teasing you with my tongue before kissing you again, and you chase my mouth and bite my lip. I straddle you and feel my way down the side of your body to your ass and press the head of my cock against your?—”
“Holden, just do it, please! Please! I don’t want to wait anymore…”
And that’s when the sound of a very loud vibrator nearly drowns out Piper’s high-pitched moans and sighs and her crying out and the headboard banging against the wall. I can picture her convulsing and bucking and alternately trying to grip the mattress with her toes and kicking her feet out. I don’t even care that I’ve been benched because it’s so incredible to hear this. I can’t fucking wait to make this happen for real.
“Holden! Oh my God! Oh no! Oh no! Oh wow!”
“I’m right here, baby. I’m right there with you.”
I can tell she’s getting self-conscious now. Her cries are muffled. She’s trying to control her breaths, but that vibrator’s still vibrating and she’s still coming. Little yelps and sighs, and if I could see her now, I would be such a goner. I’m concentrating too hard on listening to beat off again, but I am going to come like a rocket when I think about this later.
I want to say her name so badly.
I hear a loud, very satisfied sigh through the phone. No more movement. The vibe is suddenly switched off. “Wow,” she whispers.
“I’m still here, baby” is all I say, because I don’t think she wants me to say much more.
She’s still breathing heavily. I can hear fumbling. She’s probably trying to find her phone. “Hi,” she says, her voice low and so much huskier than it was before.
