Shit, that wasn’t sexy at all. Way to shoot yourself in the foot.
Her chuckle echoes through the phone and I picture her beautiful smile, directed at me.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh, and you thought talking to me might bore you enough to render you unconscious?” I lace my comment with sarcasm, hoping she’ll understand I’m only joking.
Silence meets me and I’m suddenly worried I’ve stepped too far. Shit, Danika, don’t disappear on me.
“Oh, shut the fuck up, you arrogant prick. You know what I meant and you know damn well you are the reason I can’t sleep.”
Yes!
My heart lurches into my throat at her confession, and the throb in my cock resurges. “Actually, no, I didn’t know that. I can hope, but…”
She huffs and I can practically see her rolling those gorgeous blue eyes at me.
“Oh, come on, look at you…” She trails off and I close my eyes, wincing slightly, because she has no idea what her words actually mean. She can’t know, because I haven’t told her.
Switch topics.
“I’d rather look at you, or at least think about looking at you.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Her voice is breathy and I can’t help but hope her heart is racing in anticipation the way mine is. It’s almost beating out of my chest.
“Because just picturing the way you looked when you stormed into my office that day gets me hard as a fucking rock.”
She doesn’t respond but I can hear her heavy breathing over the line, which tells me she at least hasn’t hung up on me yet.
Take the leap, Savage, just tell her exactly what she does to you.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I confess, resuming the slow glide of my hand up and down my length. “I’ve jerked off too many times to count thinking about you over the last two weeks, and it’s only gotten worse since our dinner.”
Another agonizing pause has me questioning the sanity of being so honest. I barely know this woman. I should keep my damn mouth shut. It’s one thing to casually joke about it and flirt over dinner, but this is very real. Maybe I took it a step too far.
“I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one.” Her words are quiet but clear, and blood rushes in my ears at her admission. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”
Ding! Ding! Ding! Round one to Savage. Getting her to admit she feels something other than disgust for me is a major win as far as I’m concerned. Her body may have given her away at dinner, but to hear the words out of her mouth confirms everything I’ve hoped for.
Now, I just need to ease into this. “What do you think about?”
No way I’m jumping off this cliff unless she takes the lead. I’m not going to scare her away now, but goddamn, I hope she’s ready to leap because I sure as fuck am.
She lets out a breathy sigh and I hear a rustle of covers.
Dear God, please let her be touching herself under those sheets.
“You…touching me.”
FUCK YES!
I struggle to swallow against the sudden dryness of my throat. “Touching you where?”
“Everywhere.”
Images of her swollen breasts, impossibly long legs, and pale white skin against the darkened skin of my hands has me ready to come quicker than any porn I’ve ever watched.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” I command, my hand setting a steady, slow rhythm up and down my cock. The brush of my own skin against my needy flesh does in no way compare to how she would feel wrapped around me, but if I think about that too much, I’ll blow my load right now.
“Touching myself,” she murmurs, and the visual of her, sprawled out naked on her bed, her hand between her legs, her pussy glistening with her arousal, has me groaning into the phone.
“I wish I was there. I would bury my face in your cunt and lick you slowly before sliding my tongue into you and sucking on your clit until you scream my name, come all over my face, and beg me to stop.”
A moan floats out from the phone at my words and her breathing becomes more of a desperate panting.
She’s close already. Good, because I won’t fucking last much longer.
My hand continues to pump my cock in a rhythm designed to keep me dangerously close to the edge. I don’t expect her to respond. Her throaty moans, gasps, and panting are enough to make me want to blow my load.
“I wish I was sucking your cock right now.” Her words stun me momentarily and my hand stills on my cock before returning to a more intense motion.
FUCK!
“Me, too. Sliding my cock into your hot, wet mouth right now would be fucking paradise.”
She moans and her breathing picks up and I know it’s time to take her over the edge.
“When I pull my cock from your sweet mouth, I won’t waste any time sliding it through your wet pussy and slamming into your tight, wet cunt.”
A strangled cry alerts me to her release and I picture her body bowing up off of the bed while her finger swirls around her clit. “Fuck…”