She could have stopped there, knew he wouldn’t push past her limits, but she wanted to know that she’d made him feel just as good. “The sound of your voice, the feel of your hands on my skin—they’ve made my breasts so sensitive beneath my bra.”
“Jesus.” He blew out a breath. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. That I’ve ever seen. Touch yourself, Grace. Touch your breasts.”
“Through the bra…or out of it?”
“Keep it on for now. Tell me how it feels to have the lace scratch against your beautiful nipples.”
“Good,” she said on a gasp of pleasure. “So good.”
“Bare. I need you bare now, need to see, need to touch, every inch of your perfect breasts.”
She reached for the clasp of her bra. “I’m taking it off right”—she clicked it open—“now.”
“I’ll never be able to hear that sound again without getting hard. Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.” She was whispering again, just loud enough for him to hear. “My breasts feel so full, so sensitive, like all you’ll have to do is run your tongue over me and I’ll explode.”
“Do you want me to be gentle tonight, Grace? Because I’m feeling pretty damn desperate, and I don’t know if I can control myself too much longer.”
“I love it when you’re gentle,” she told him, “but I also love it when you can’t help yourself and get a little rough.”
“Touch yourself the way I would if I were there with you right now. Like you’ve already made me lose control.”
She closed her eyes, and when she imagined Dylan’s hands on her, a little rough and desperate with desire, a new rush of heat flooded her. “I love it when you start to lose control. It feels so good.”
“You have no idea how good it feels,” he told her. “I could play with your breasts all night long. Would you want that, Grace? Would you want my hands and mouth on you for hours and hours?”
“Please.” She was nearly whimpering by now.
“Soon,” he promised, before saying, “now I want you to run your hands down over your ribs and stomach, appreciating every inch of your gorgeous body the way I would if I were there with you.”
She’d always been on the curvier side, and from the first moment Dylan had looked at her, and then when he’d touched her, she hadn’t had to doubt just how much he loved her body. “You always make me feel so beautiful.”
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he confirmed in a deep voice that resonated with need. “Undo the button on your jeans and then lower the zipper.”
The sound of the zipper coming apart had Dylan groaning again. “You have no idea how hot it is hearing that and knowing sheer lace is showing through. Tell me what you’re doing now. Are you touching yourself? Or are you waiting for me to tell you to do it?”
She knew by now how amazing, how hot sex with Dylan was when his hands, his mouth were on her. But what he was able to do to her with just his deep, sexy, hungry voice?
She could hardly breathe, hardly think, she wanted him so much.
“I want to touch myself so badly,” she admitted. “I need to. But...”
“You know that the anticipation of waiting for me to tell you to touch yourself will make it even better.”
“Yes.”
“You make me happy, Grace. So damned happy.”
“You make me happy, too.” She was half naked on her couch having naughty phone sex…and she was smiling so big her cheeks hurt. “Really, really happy.”
“How about I make you even happier by telling you to take off your jeans now. But leave the white lace on for a little while longer.”
“Okay,” she said a few seconds later, “my jeans are off.”
“I’m taking a mental picture of you right now, lying on your couch, almost naked, wet and ready for me.” A low sound of pleasure rumbled from his chest through the phone. “Perfect. God, you’re perfect.” She thought she heard his zipper come down, too, then, but before she could ask, he said, “I want you to slip your hand inside your panties.”
She had to bite her lip to stifle her moan of pleasure as he finally instructed her to touch herself. “I’m inside.”