Page 45 of Tell Me Something

“Good.”

“Now I want you to imagine my tongue where your fingers are. It’s licking, sucking, and tasting you. Close your eyes and imagine your hand running through my hair as you push my mouth deeper into you.”

I had to stifle a moan, feeling my body respond to my fingers and his words.

“Type a Y if you’re feeling it.”

“Y.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to rub faster. That’s it. Now take those fingers and dip them down into your wet pussy and bring them back up. You’re drenched for me. I know you are.”

“Y,” I typed, slightly out of breath. My body was begging for release.

“Rub around and feel the ache. Can you imagine it’s my fingers and my mouth?”

“Y.”

“Do you know how much I want you? How many things I want to do to you?”

“Tell me.” I needed to hear it.

“I want to possess all of you. Do you know what that means?”

“N.”

“Reach down, way down, and feel how slick you are. Are you dripping?”

“Y.”

“Take your fingers and suck on one. Taste yourself, and know that I would possess your mouth. You would take me in deeply and suck me dry.”

With that mental picture, my body writhed with anticipation.

“Now move your fingers down again and feel that delicious slit of yours. Put two fingers inside that drenched entrance and squeeze that sweet pussy around them. I would have you there, deep and wet. Do you like that?”

“Y.”

“Now take those fingers and dip them down lower, taking that honey with you and feel that gorgeous pucker and know that I will someday possess you there, too, baby. Does that scare you?”

“Y.”

“Don’t be afraid. We’ll work you into it, my sexy girl. Now rub harder.”

“Y.”

“Now come for me, my sweet, beautiful, Haylee.”

And just like that, I did. After stuffing a pillow in my face to keep myself from crying out, I lay there stupefied, a little in awe and a little self-conscious of the fact that I’d had an orgasm in an airplane via sexting with my boss. I yawned, feeling tired now, and realized I was ignoring the blinking iPad.

“Talk to me.”

“Sorry, I was a little busy.”

“So does that mean??????”

“YYYYYYYYY.”

“You don’t know how much that turns me on.”