“Icy against your sweetly rosy skin. And your purple-tinged hair.”
“Notice details, huh?”
“When it’s important. How tight are your nipples? Enough to push against that silk?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
“Start over the silk. Tug them a little, just until that sweet little bite makes you— God, yes, that sound.”
I groaned. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“You can. Just a soft brush of your thumb, maybe a gentle pull after you circle them a few times. If I was there, I’d blow on them to soothe you.”
“Not sure that’s what would happen.”
“My mouth would help. They’d be so tight on my tongue. Makes me want to suck on them harder. When you moan, it makes me crazy.”
“God, Ian.” I plucked at one, then the other, and arched off the floor. What was it about him that made me go over so fast?
“See, that moan… I bet you’re soaked.”
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sp; I slid my fingers away from my nipple and slid lower to my belly. “Want me to check?”
“No.”
I paused. “No?”
“Not yet. I want you so wound up that the minute you touch your clit, you go over.”
“I’m there.”
“No, you’re not, but you will be. Put me on speaker. You need both hands. Put me right between those sweet tits.”
I’d never had a guy talk to me like that, but with his accent, it seemed more of a colloquialism than him being crude. My fingers shook a little as I tapped the speaker button. “Can you hear me?”
“Oh, yeah. Now cup both of your breasts. Are the tips hard in your palms?”
“Yes.” They felt heavy and full and seemed to have a direct link to the heat between my legs.
“I wish it was my mouth, but for now just tweak them a little.”
I groaned. “Too sensitive.”
“Push past the sensitivity to the pleasure, love.”
I almost snapped at him not to call me that, but the way his voice rumbled around the word, I knew it was for me. Not just him talking to a random hookup. I closed my eyes and parted my legs a little to stop the pressure. At least somewhere I could control the ache.
The silk caught on my abused hands. I plucked at my nipples and my hips lifted, unseating the phone. It slid down next to me, but his voice was still loud and clear as he told me what to do. How much pressure to exert.
The noises coming from my mouth were nearly feral.
“Fuck. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
My back arched off the floor. “Yes! God, Ian, I can’t.”
“Yes, now lift your silky top. Skin on skin. Those little calluses on your beautiful, strong fingers. Use them.”