Twelve Days The Beginning - By Jade Reyner Page 0,137

you want me to be doing?” she made sure to deepen her voice a little, making the last comment suggestive.

“I want you to run your hand up and down your legs. Imagine it’s my hand. Imagine I’m feeling you all soft and silky. When you get to your skirt, I want you to push it up as far as you can. Then I want you to touch your breasts. Can you do that for me?”

Elise nodded and then remembered that he couldn’t see her. “Yes,” she replied. She started to do as he had asked and then realised that he probably needed her to tell him what she was doing; otherwise, it would be pointless.

“I’m running my hand up my leg and it’s really smooth – I am imagining that it is your hand and that your hand has just pushed up my skirt. My thighs are bare and my skirt reaches just above the top of my stockings. I’m sliding my hand upwards now, over my skirt and shirt as well, touching my breast. Rubbing it with my hand and it feels so good.” Her breathing hitched as she began to get caught up in the moment and she dropped her head back on the chair, keeping her eyes closed so she could just focus on the sensations.

“That’s good Elise, keep rubbing your breasts. Slip your hand inside your blouse underneath your bra - feel the weight of them, their softness. Touch your nipple. Make it hard for me.” His voice was doing crazy things to her insides and she shuddered as she complied, surprised to realise that her nipples were already hard. She was so turned on by this, the anonymity of it all, the risk of it all and once again it made her question her sexual preferences and the previously - forbidden things that Vaughn made her think about.

“They already are Vaughn – so hard, just for you.” She moaned slightly as her hand made contact with her bare breast where she had pushed aside her blouse and bra. On the other end of the line, she heard a rustling sound and then the sound of a zipper being opened.

“Do you hear that Elise? Hear me opening myself up for you. I’m touching myself now with my bare hands and I am imagining that it’s your beautiful mouth on me, sucking me, licking me. Making me all wet. I need you to touch yourself now, Elise. Slip your hand down inside your panties and tell me how wet you are.” His breathing was heavy now and she could tell that he was as turned on as she.

She moved her hand from her breast and slid it down her body, underneath her skirt and inside her panties. She already knew that she was wet but when she reached down with her fingers, another surge of wetness filled her hand and she knew that it would only take a couple of strokes for her to go over the edge.

“Are you wet, Angel? I am imagining how wet you are, thinking about how delicious you taste. Push your fingers inside, Angel. Pretend they are my fingers.”

Elise did as she was told and pushed up inside, feeling her heat and wetness and she moaned again, louder this time. On the other end of the line, Vaughn groaned deeply.

“Christ, Vaughn – I am so hot and wet. It’s not going to take much. I need you to be ready.”

“I’m ready, baby. I’m so hard for you, Elise; so fucking hard.”

She continued to torture herself with her fingers, slipping down on the chair to give herself better access. In her ear, she could hear Vaughn’s breathing getting shorter and harsher as he continued to whisper instructions to her. His voice like velvet, deep and sensual, reaching to her on a subliminal level, and sending shivers down her spine.

It took all of her concentration to continue to keep hold of the phone but she knew that she had to – that was her link to this man, and there was no way she was going to let that go. Suddenly she became aware of a change in Vaughn’s tone and realised that he was getting close. The rustling was getting louder and more pronounced, his rhythm clearly increasing as he neared the edge.

“I’m going to come, Angel, I am so close. I need you to come with me.”

She quickened her own movements and felt the first stirrings of her release as her body