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“That’s something I plan to rectify at my first opportunity.”
“How are you? Don’t get me wrong, the flirting is fun, but I want to know how you are, Ryan.”
There’s that sigh again, and it makes me frown.
“I’m doing just fine. Trying to get through this trip so I can get home, but everything’s okay. Don’t worry about me, babe.”
“You once told me that gifts are your love language; well, worrying about people is mine. It’s what I do.”
“Good to know. But you don’t need to, I promise. So, let’s go back to the fact that you’re naked.”
I chuckle into the phone. “Okay. What else do you want to know about that?”
“I want you to cup your breast and brush over your nipples with your fingertips.”
I do as he requests and can’t help but sigh as every nerve in my body sits up to pay attention. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“Mm-hmm.” I hear him shift in his chair.
“Did you just unzip your pants?”
“Probably.” I can’t help but laugh at that. “Drag your fingertips down your belly. Slowly, softly.”
“Goose bumps,” I whisper with a sigh. “Holy goose bumps, Batman.”
“Good. Are your legs spread yet?”
“Is your cock in your hand yet?”
“Way ahead of you.”
I bite my lip and let my hand drift farther south.
“Don’t touch your pussy,” he whispers into my ear. “Touch your thighs. Touch that sexy crease where your leg meets your center.”
“You know that makes me crazy.” I inhale sharply.
“That’s right. Now, just barely brush over your lips. Are you wet for me, Polly?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s affirmative.”
“I love your sassy fucking mouth.” His words make me squirm even more, and I long to push a finger inside of me, but I wait for his instructions. “And your clit? Is it hard?”
“Am I allowed to touch it?”
His breathing has gotten ragged, matching my own.
“You may, yes.”
I bite my lip and groan when my fingers skim over that tender flesh. “Yep. Good to go here. Damn, I wish you were here. It’s way more fun when you’re here in person.”
“Soon,” he promises. “Now, glide those fingers down through all that wetness and push a finger inside for me.”
“God damn, Ry.”
“Good girl.” His voice is a croon, making me all the crazier. “I want you to make yourself come for me.”
“Same.” I have to catch my breath and swallow hard, as my hand works between my thighs. “I want you to picture my mouth on you, working you over, and I want to hear you come.”
