I place the phone on the pillow and drag the T-shirt over my head, letting it fall beside me.
The cool air in the room creates goosebumps that cover my burning flesh. My nipples pucker, straining, demanding to be touched.
“Done,” I murmur as I hold the phone again.
A groan cuts through the other line. “Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes. T-they...”
“They what?” I can almost imagine the tightening of his jaw.
“They hurt.”
“They hurt, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Why do they hurt, sweetheart?”
“Because they want your hands on them,” I blurt out, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Touch them as I do.” So much authority. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
I wrap my thumb and forefinger around one nipple and squeeze. A whimper slips from between my lips.
“That’s not how I touch you,” he grunts.
“N-no?”
“No. Pinch them savagely as I would.”
Suppressing a moan, I squeeze my sensitive nipple harder, torturing it as if Aiden’s doing it.
I imagine him here with me, his lips wrapped around my other nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth. He nibbles on the perky bud sending tingles straight between my legs.
“Aiden…”
“Hmm, sweetheart?” I feel his grunt on my skin instead of hearing it.
“More. I want more.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.” A hundred times, yes. My arousal coats my thighs and permeates the air.
“Open your legs and dip your middle finger inside that soaking pussy.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
The moment my finger rests inside, I buck off the bed. It’s as if Aiden is here, thrusting that long finger in me, sampling me.
“Add another one.”
“But…”
“Do it.”
Oh, God. Why are his orders such a turn on tonight? They’re more than words and straight up torture devices.