Page 26 of Sky Full of Stars

“I want to put my mouth all over you. I want to explore your mouth with my tongue, make you moan deep in the back of your throat. I’m imagining my hands all over your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples while I carry on devouring your mouth. You like that?”

I make a noise. I’m not sure what it is but my hand is where he wants to put his.

“I need to know how wet you are.”

“My panties are soaked.”

“Damn…take them off. Slide them slowly down your legs.”

I do as he asks which isn’t easy with one hand, I put him on speaker and drop the phone by the side of my head and tell him they’re gone.

“I wish this was your hand stroking me.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

“I need to put my fingers inside you. Will you do that for me, pretend it’s me touching you?” When I make an unintelligible noise he gives another throaty laugh. “I bet you taste amazing. Imagine my tongue inside you, Jenna. Swirling around your clit, while my fingers push in and out of you.”

“Oh God,” I arch my back, my fingers moving faster.

“I want to make you come over and over, Jenna. I want to make you come with my fingers, my mouth, my dick… Jesus.”

I hear him panting harder. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. It’s the single most erotic moment of my life, hearing his voice telling me more about what he is going to do to me, listening to the sound of his own ragged breathing. I’m writhing on the bed. I want him here. I want to feel him inside me, right now.

“Say my name when you come, I want your beautiful mouth to cry out my name. Are you coming Jenna?”

“Yes…. I’m going to…Oh, Adam…”

“Fuck, do it. Do it Jenna I need to hear you.”

I cry out a long, throaty moan as my body arches and my brain loses all function. I drop to the bed, I can feel sweat beads between my breasts. Belatedly I hear his low groans and I close my eyes imagining what is going on at the other end of the line.

“I think our steaks got cold.”

I burst out laughing. I hear him laughing too.

“I really need to do that to you in person.”

“I really want you to.”

“When are you back in New York?”

“We fly back the day after tomorrow.”

“That could work.”

What did he mean? Is he going to be in New York? Oh shit, how am I going to face him after this? I’m still basking in the afterglow, I don’t want to think about being nervous when I see him. Am I really going to see him?

“I’ll check my schedule and let you know what day but I’m gonna make sure I get there.”

“Okay,” I say, still a little breathlessly.

“You sound fucking amazing calling out my name. I want to hear that again so bad.”

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

“We did that. And I’m telling you now, Jenna, you had nothing to be nervous about. You are really good at it.”

“Mm.”

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