me if it would be such a horrible thing if I were in the room with you.”
She let the thought flit through her mind, and the heat between her legs screamed in response. “Maybe.”
“Maybe it would be a bad thing?”
Her voice was soft. “Maybe it would be okay.”
His sigh sent tingles through her. His voice was coaxing, but didn’t leave room for argument. “Then it’s a shame I’m not there.”
“Very much so.” She breathed the words, almost able to feel him hovering over her.
“So you’ll have to tell me about it instead. I can’t forget how good you tasted in the dressing room. The scent of your perfume—just the memory of that screws with my head. What would it take to get you gasping like that again?”
Okay, she could do the talking. No public audience. Still, she couldn’t get the image of him watching her out of her thoughts, and it heightened the moment to an intensity she wouldn’t have thought possible. “You’re doing a pretty good job already.”
“Touch yourself.”
She moved her hand down, dipping between her own folds. “I’m so wet right now.” She glided along her slit, lightly brushing. “My fingers are soaked.”
“Put them inside you.”
She did as she was told, squirming under her own touch, pumping in and out, and making sure he heard her moans and sighs. “It’s not the same as you being here,” she managed between gasps. “But it’s not bad.”
“You’re still imagining me watching?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t get rid of the thought, and it was making her mind short-circuit.
“Play with your clit.” That hungry growl had invaded his voice again. “Show me how you like it.”
She moved her hand back up, gasping in shock and pleasure when she brushed the swollen nub. “I won’t last much longer if you make me do this.”
“Good.” His breath was heavy against the receiver. “Rub it hard and fast, I want to hear you come.”
She did, stroking in small circles, feeling her climax build inside. She tried to keep the motion slow, but desire won out. As she peaked, she didn’t try and hold back the cries. Her hips thrust against her hands until her own touch was too much, and she shuddered as she pulled away.
His breath was heavy in her ear, and she kept her eyes closed, imagining the heat brushing her skin.
“Are you close?” Her voice was soft, coaxing. “Knowing how wet you made me. How hard I came imagining you watch me? How swollen and sensitive my nipples are from thinking about your tongue flicking over them? Pretending I’m there with you, stroking, sucking, pleading with my eyes for you to finish.”
“God, yes.” His familiar grunts greeted her, stretching on for several seconds before nothing but pants filled the line.
She opened her eyes, her entire body relaxing. She licked her lips, a soft smile playing on her face, and waited for him to be able to talk again. The breeze from the window brushed her flushed skin, and she watched the patterns dance on the ceiling. Her voice was still breathy. “You’re a horrible influence on me.”
“If I thought you were doing anything you didn’t want to, I wouldn’t ask.” The deep grumble was still there, soft and seductive. “But if you’re complaining…”
“No.” She assured him. “Most certainly not.”
He laughed—he was doing a lot of it that night, and it sounded wonderful. “Me too. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Masturbation? Really? The tail’s been that good for that long in your life?” It felt good to be the one doing the teasing.
“Phone sex. I can assure you I’ve been beating off since before I was a teenager.”
“Typical guy. So, when was your first time?”
“I—” He paused. “You’re serious.”
The hesitation caught her attention. “I am now.”
“You’ll laugh.” The uncertainty in his tone was out of character. He had so many layers.
“I won’t,” she assured him. “But now you have to tell me, or I’ll make something up about it being with a Sears catalog.”
“No. That would be normal.” He gave a nervous laugh. “It was a D & D monster compendium.”
Her jaw dropped, and she was glad he couldn’t see her shock. “Dungeons and Dragons? You jerked off to a book with C’thulu in it?”
“There was this drow queen, and she was hot, and I was young, and it wasn’t like my parents believed in things like Sears catalogs, and they hated that I gamed, so it was already taboo, and I wasn’t allowed to have an internet connection in my room at that