Catherine pictured herself bent over Dean’s knee as he delivered several swats to her rear. Her pussy throbbed at the erotic visual. “Maybe I do.”
“Has a man ever done that to you before, sweetheart?”
Her face flamed, and she was only too glad Dean couldn’t see her. “No,” she said with total honesty. “Remember, I’m the unadventurous one here.”
She heard him shuffling around. “You just need the right teacher.”
The phone wobbled in her suddenly unsteady hand. “Are you the right teacher for me, Dean?”
“Would you like me to be?”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to tell herself to exhale. “Yes,” she said, going for broke.
“I have some ideas for us, Catherine, but I’m not sure you’re ready yet.”
Oh, curiouser and curiouser. “That depends on the ideas. What do you have in mind?”
“I’d much rather tell you in person,” he murmured huskily. “Tomorrow night, when I have you all turned on and anxious, I’ll tell you all the ways I plan to dirty you up.”
That stunning comment had Catherine’s jaw going slack for a moment. “You’re a very a bad influence on me,” she whispered.
“Probably,” he said, sounding far too serious. There was a pause and then, “Now, tell me what you’re really wearing. Give me something to think about tonight while I’m in bed.”
She looked down at herself and cringed. “Well, to be honest, I’m wearing an old green nightshirt. Nothing special or fancy. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he chastised. “I like you dressed up or down. Either gets me going, believe me.”
She fell a little harder for him in that moment. “Thank you,” she replied.
“You’re welcome. Now, tell me about your panties. Are you wearing any?”
“Yes,” she murmured as her breathing increased. “What are you wearing?”
“Pajama pants.”
The way he said it made her think of his gorgeous, kissable bare chest. “That’s all?”
“Yep,” he answered. “Now, what color are t
hose panties? Describe them to me.”
Catherine hesitated. Not sure how far she wanted to go. “Is this anything like a dirty phone call?”
“No, because I don’t want you coming,” he boldly stated. “Not unless I’m there to lick you clean.”
She grinned and decided to tweak him a little. “I could just take matters into my own hands after we hang up. You’d never know.”
“But you won’t because you know it’ll be ten times better when it’s my mouth bringing you to climax.”
Oh yeah, he had her there. “I’m wearing black satin panties,” she said, describing them like he’d wanted. “They have lace trim around the top.”
“Ah, now that’s hot,” he growled. “Damn, Catherine, I want to be there so badly.”
“I wish you were,” she breathed out. “My bed feels cold without you.” She turned her face to the side and inhaled. “But I can still smell your scent on my pillow. It’s turning me on.” A fresh wave of heat swept over her as she imagined Dean striding in right at that moment. He would rip the covers off her and take her, hard and fast. Good Lord, it was going to be a long night if she kept this up.
“You’re all over my bedroom, woman,” he bit out, as if frustrated by the idea. “On my pillow and blankets both. It’s half the reason I’m in the living room. Sitting in there was making me horny as fuck.”
The image of his cock, all thick and hard, made Catherine’s mouth water. “Hmm, if I have to wait, then so do you.”