Page 31 of Champagne Kisses
“If you were here,” he continues, “I would caress all of that smooth, brown skin of yours before nudging your legs wide and kissing your dripping flower, my fingers rubbing that sweet bud at the top of your mound until you came apart on my tongue.” My fingers are stroking my clit now. He likely can hear me breathing heavily, but I can hear something too. Something…rhythmic.
“Adam…are you…touching yourself right now?” He laughs roughly into the receiver.
“I can’t help it. I get excited just thinking about you.” My head spins thinking that I have the power to make such a beautiful man weak.
"Don't tell me I'm the only one." He says this with such smugness, I'm tempted to lie, but I can't bring myself to do it.
"No," I answer shyly. "You're not the only one."
He groans like my admission hurts him.
"Fuck, Maya." His tone is admonishing. "Where is your hand right now?" I bite my lip, almost too embarrassed to respond.
"It's…in between my legs," I say hesitantly, apparently bold enough to masturbate with Adam on the phone, but not bold enough to say "pussy" aloud. He sighs.
"You're making me crazy, Maya." His voice is strained. "Are you sure you don't want me to show you how good this could be in person?"
"Don't underestimate the power of a great phone call," I counter in my best sex kitten voice.
"If I were there," I say, returning to the phone sex already in progress, "I would return the favor, unbuttoning your jeans to pull out your long, thick cock. It's already so hard for me." The rhythmic sounds resume, and I match my own fingers to the pace.
"I would swirl my tongue around your tip before swallowing as much of you as I could fit in my mouth. I would press my nails into your thighs while bobbing up and down on your dick, mixing agony and ecstasy, teasing you until you begged me to let you cum." Faster rhythmic sounds. I shove my panties down to my knees for unfettered access.
"And when you finally did, I would take you up to the hilt, feeling your hot load as it flowed down my eager throat.”
“Uh, uh, fuck!!” I love how vocal Adam is. His moans and sighs make me hot and I feel my orgasm crash over me shortly after.
“Ahh! Goodness!”
The phone is forgotten next to me on my bed as I drift, weightless following my release. Maybe minutes later, I bring it to my ear in time to hear Adam regaining his composure on the other end.
“Maya? You still there?”
“Yes,” I reply, still out of breath.
“That was incredible." He sounds dreamy. I'm floating somewhere past Venus myself. "When are you going to let me get inside of you for real?” Adam actually sounds like he’s pouting. I try to keep the grin out of my voice.
“I don’t know. That felt pretty real to me.”
“You know what I mean, Maya.” Yes, I do.
“Well, how ‘bout we just keep seeing each other, and take it from there.” If I’m just a phase, he’ll get tired of me before I can get hurt.
“OK,” he says, doubt in his voice. “I’ll text you.”
“I’ll be here.”
Chapter fifteen
Adam
“For the third time, guys, this is no contact!” Damon yells from the ground. I knew inviting my brothers out for flag football would be entertaining and they have not let me down. I laugh when I see Cory trying to do a sleeper hold before Damon pushes him off. After all that, Damon’s flag remains attached to his waistband.
“Seriously, guys,” Damon says through a frown. “If I get injured, my whole season will be at risk. Plus, my coach’ll kill me.” He brushes the grass off his clothes and gingerly tests the range of motion on his arm.
“Sorry, bro,” Cory yells, running to join everyone on the sideline. “When that adrenaline kicks in, I can’t help myself.” We all roll our eyes, because there doesn’t seem to beanytime when Cory isn’t competitive. He once fractured his ankle racing Damon through a club parking lot after one too many LongIsland iced teas. He’s mostly harmless, though. I throw Damon a water bottle from the cooler and chugs his Gatorade. He stands up, gym bag in hand.
“I’m gonna have to call it, guys. I can’t come into court tomorrow with a sprained ankle or bruised ribs because one of you went turbo.” Henry looks meaningfully at Cory, who suddenly finds the grass stains on his shirt fascinating. Noah nods in agreement.
