“You didn’t answer the question, Mia,” he said softly.
Oh. Right. Did I want to. Well, I had looked at that picture several times...
“Yes. I want to.” I was officially crazy. I’d lost my mind. No doubt about it.
“Where are you right now?”
Through the phone, I heard a door shut.
“Are you in bed?” he asked.
“No.”
“Get into bed. Take your clothes off first.”
His tone was commanding and strong, and before I could think it through, I was in my room, my phone was on the bed, and I was stripping down to my underwear.
I picked the phone up and climbed in bed. “I’m in bed.”
“Good.” His voice was a little gruff. “What are you wearing?”
I bit down on my lower lip and glanced at the scarlet-red underwear set I had on. “Hold on.” I brought up the camera on my phone, kicked the sheets to the side, and took a photo of myself using the front camera. It was good enough, so I texted it to him. “Check your messages.”
He was silent for a good few seconds. Then there was, “Jesus, Mia. Fucking hell.”
“Do you...like it?”
“Like it? You look sexy as fuck. If I were with you right now, I’d rip those fucking panties off you.”
“And do what?” Look at me go.
He laughed slightly. “Kiss you,” he answered roughly, all traces of laughter from his voice quickly gone. “I’d run my hands up your body as you wrap your legs around my waist.”
I swallowed, my clit aching as the low tone of his voice mixed with his words turned me on.
“I’d kiss down your neck and unclasp your bra so I could touch your gorgeous tits.”
My hand hovered as I contemplated doing it—and then I did it. One quick fiddle with the clasp between them and my bra cups fell to my side. My nipples were hard, and I cupped my right breast, my thumb ghosting over my nipple.
“I’d take them in my mouth. Roll my tongue over your hard nipples until you moan beneath me and beg me for more.”
My eyes closed.
“And then I’d kiss my way down your stomach to those tiny, red panties.”
My hand took on a life of its own as it followed his words. My fingertips trailed down the center of my stomach until they brushed the waistband of the red lace thong.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Then I’d peel them down your legs and, once they were off, open your legs so I could see your wet little pussy.” He exhaled. “Are you naked?”
“Yes,” I replied softly.
“I want to see you.”
“Will you send one back?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I whispered. Then I awkwardly took a picture.
Luckily it wasn’t blurred, and no sooner had I sent it to him than one came right back. No face, just like mine, and my eyes skipped right over the hot body to where he looked like he had a tight grip on his cock.
I struggled to right my breathing. I was even more turned on now, seeing that he was too.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m so hard for you.”
I swallowed. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. But, if you send me another picture like that, I won’t need to.” He paused. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Not yet.”
“Touch yourself. Now. Open your legs and slide your fingers over your clit.” The demanding tone was back, and I loved the thrill that danced down my spine on a shiver. “Rub it and put a finger inside your pussy. I want to know how you feel when you fuck your own tight pussy.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I did what he’d said. I slid my hand down between my legs, ghosted a fingertip over my clit, and bit down on my lower lip as I pushed my middle finger inside myself.
“Move it,” he ordered me, his voice gruff. “Rub your thumb against your clit. Fuck your own hand, Mia, and imagine it’s mine. Imagine I’m there watching you finger yourself and get off.”
My breath caught in my throat. I was good at following instructions, and I was all ready to demand something right back, but when I opened my mouth, a moan came out instead of words.
I was turned the fuck on and I couldn’t say a damn word.
“Imagine I’m watching you, naked, and stroking my cock. Close your eyes and picture it. Picture yourself watching me watch you get off. I bet you look so fucking sexy with your fingers deep inside your wet pussy.”
More moaning. It was all I could do as my veins thrummed with pleasure. Adrenaline pounded around my body until my heartbeat echoed in my ears.
“I’m so damn hard for you. If you were here right now I’d have you on your knees, your face buried in the sheets, and I’d fuck you from behind. Fuck,” he finished on a tight mutter.
“Keep talking,” I breathed, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and moving them to my clit.