Thanks. Thanks for making me feel not so pathetic.
Thats the very last thing I consider you. Now we were on the whole naked thing
She chuckled. One-track mind. On a whim, she wriggled out of the sleep shirt and panties. Okay, Im naked now.
A nother pause. Really?
Really. I was wearing a Save the Whales sleepshirt and pink underwear.
Lace, cotton, thong?
Lace, cotton, no thong. She smiled. Not really comfortable for sleeping, but if you want to imagine Men prefer to think women sleep in teddies or thongs and demi-bra sets. A nd slip into stiletto heels when they get out of bed.
So their butts will do that provocative swing as they walk to the shower?
A bsolutely. A re you really naked?
Brendan. She laughed at him. Tell me more about you being naked.
Is that a command?
There was a curious space of time after the question that tingled with something unusual. Intrigued by it, she bit her lip. Yes.
A ll right, then. Im lying on my back. Im using an earpiece, so I have both hands laced behind my head. Ive propped up a knee, so the sheet has slipped.
What can I see now?
Youd pretty much see all of me, except for part of one leg, about to mid-thigh. Im being a slut for you, but only to help you through your nightmare.
Oh. Even as she smiled, her breath sighed out of her. Will youtouch yourself?
I dont know. May I? That pause again that made her chest tighten, like the panic attack but far more pleasurable. You have the control, Chloe.
Im all yours.
She had to find her tongue, but when she did, the answer came without hesitation. Yes.
A ll right, then. Im sliding my palm down the center of my chest, over my stomachslow Chloe closed her eyes, imagined that tanned hand moving over muscular pecs, a taut brown nipple, down to the ridged abdomen she was sure hed have. Down, down.
Do you want me to go lower, Chloe? Touch myself there?
Yes, she breathed.
Your wish is my command. Do you prefer a certain word for
What do you call it?
Depends on the day. Cock, dick. Bane of my existence, reason for living
Cock. She stumbled over it a little, grinning, but nervous too. I dont like penis. It makes me think of my six-year-old nephew playing naked in the sprinkler. He kept shouting out the word penis to shock everyone.
Well, I definitely dont want you thinking about that. That sensual amusement was in his voice again. So Im gripping the base of my cock, stroking upward. Im hard for you, Chloe. If that doesnt offend you.
It doesnt, she said with a dry throat. Her nightmare seemed very far away.
I wish I could see you. You had beautiful breasts. Perfect. I wanted to touch them at the wedding.
That might have been awkward