Page 66 of Blush Crush

“Cole,” she whines.

“Answer the question. Are you wet?”

“A little.” She swallows audibly.

I suck in a slow intake of air. “Good. That’s good. See, you weren’t doing anything wrong.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

I don’t like how discouraged she sounds. What should be a fun, curious exploration of her own body has turned into a test she’s afraid of failing, and the thought of her lying there frustrated instead of curious makes my chest tighten. She deserves so much more than that.

“Remember—you do everything I say, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Take your hand and slide it into your panties.”

“I—I?—”

“You’re completely alone. No one can see you. No one knows what you’re doing.” I pause. “Touch yourself.”

She doesn’t respond and the quiet extends long enough that I think she might’ve hung up.

“Did you do it?”

“Yes.” She stays silent for a moment. “My hand is inside my panties.”

“Are you rubbing yourself or is it just hanging out down there?”

She giggles. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you could see me. It’s just so embarrassing. I can’t do it.”

“You can. Close your eyes, relax your shoulders, and rub your pussy, baby.”

She huffs out a breath but doesn’t protest.

“Keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice. Are you rubbing yourself?”

“Yes,” she says.

Either she’s gotten more comfortable or she’s gotten more aroused, because her voice has gone husky and slightly breathless. Without thinking I slip my hand inside my briefs andstart stroking. Somewhere between the start of this conversation and now I’ve fully hardened, a bead of pre-cum sitting at my tip.

“Use your fingers and spread the wetness between your lips.”

“Okay,” she says shakily.

“Does it feel good?”

“I think so. It doesn’t feel bad.”

“I’m assuming you know where your clit is.”

“Yes.” She laughs. “I do know my own anatomy.”

She’s never snarky with anyone but me and I love it every single time. “Okay, smartass,” I say. “If you’re so familiar with your anatomy, start rubbing your clit in slow circles. Light pressure. Just enough to make you want more.”

A moan slips out of her and I increase my pace, moving my hand up and down my shaft. “Are you getting turned on?”

“Yes.” Her rough, aroused voice is driving me out of my mind.