Page 51 of Witch Please

“For what?”

“Listening. Cheering me up. Even if you hadn’t said all the right things and reassured me, hearing your voice still would’ve helped. It’s like I got a two-fer.”

“Now you’re just being excessively sweet.”

“Nah, it’s the truth. Talking to you is the best.”

Hell, his voice in her ear, deep and low, did something to her too. Her core heated, still soft and sensitive after sex despite the hours in between and the shower she’d taken. Somehow, any contact with him at all left her slick and needy. If she accepted Leanne’s cure for what ailed her, she should embrace her instincts where he was concerned, gorge on the Titus experience until her need subsided and she could walk away. Trying to stop this rising tide had drawn a witch hunter down on them, for the goddess’s sake, so maybe this was the right move.

“It’s…good for me too,” she said huskily.

There was a short silence, as if he was processing her tone. Then he whispered, “Am I imagining it or are you—”

“Turned on by your voice? Yes.”

Danica had never tried phone sex, but they might be headed in that direction. Quietly she got up and locked her bedroom door, just in case, and then slid back under the covers, listening to the quickening of his unsteady breathing. To her ears, it seemed like her admission had gotten him hot too.

“I’m not sure how I’m meant to respond.”

“What do your instincts tell you?”

The audible gulp of him swallowing carried across the line. “It would be impolite to leave you wanting if there’s something I can do about it.”

She smiled. “There is. Are you interested in a video chat?”

“Oh God. Yes. Give me two minutes.”

Titus disconnected, and she dimmed the lights, propping all her pillows against the headboard. Then she plugged in earbuds so there was no chance of her cousin hearing any sexy sounds he made. When he called back on video, he was set up similarly in his bedroom, shirtless and so gorgeous that he made her mouth water. Danica wanted so much more than a quick, hard fuck; she wished she could lick him everywhere.

“I’m keeping the camera on my face,” she said softly. “I hope you’ll do the same. I want to hear you and see your expression, during.” Hopefully that would be enough to get the point across, as she wasn’t experienced at this.

“Okay. But…I’ve never done this. I’m not sure how this is supposed to go.”

A wave of gentle warmth suffused her. “It’s my first time too. We can just do what feels good. And say what seems right.”

“Got it. Then…I’m starting. I’m thinking about how you felt this afternoon.”

Danica listened to his movements and his ragged breathing for a few seconds, gaze locked on his face. His cheeks were already flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, and he bit his lip, adorably sexy. Even without him dirty talking, she had to put her hand in her panties, already wet and aching.

“Does it feel good?” she whispered.

“Fuck, yes. I’m imagining your hand on me.”

“Me too.”

For a few seconds, there was only the wet glide of their fingers on their bodies, quiet gasps and the occasional grunt from Titus. Danica knew she had to be quiet, but that somehow made it hotter. She couldn’t get enough of the minute shifts on his face as he worked his cock, licking his lips, little frowns as he chased his pleasure, and it was so delicious watching him get closer. His excitement fueled hers, and she rubbed frantically, tension coiling deep inside her.

“God, Danica…” His head fell back against the pillows, and the image trembled on screen, like it was getting tough for him to keep the phone steady.

“I’m getting close.”

“Do it for me.”

By their gasps and moans, they came within thirty seconds of each other, both panting in the aftermath. Her entire body relaxed, boneless as slow pulses quivered through her. She smiled at the dazed look on his face.

“Mmm. Thank you. I feel like passing out. Sweet dreams.”

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