Over every single picture you send me with you in it. And remembering what it feels like when you ride me.
What was she supposed to say to that?
What are you wearing?he asked.
Clothes.Wrong answer. She was so flustered, seduction eluded her.
Take them off.
She did as ordered. Though she was in her own living room, she felt exposed. Humidity kissed her skin, and dampness grew between her legs.Now what?
Play with your nipples.
This was a dangerous path to go down. Filled with longing that could never completely be sated. She’d care about that later.All right, she said.
Good. Are you moaning?
She ignored the part of her insisting it was silly to make noises with no one to hear. She wanted to enjoy this, damn it.Yes.
I wish I could hear you. I’m stroking my cock, thinking about you. About laying you on the bed. Kissing down your chest. Dragging my tongue up your slit, and sucking your clit until you scream.
She followed the path of his description with her fingers. It wasn’t easy to text with one hand, but it was better than hearing text-to-speech repeat his messages in a monotone.I’m playing with myself. Imagining you here, doing it for me.
God, I love the sound of that. Finger yourself faster. I want you to come while you’re thinking about me.
She could do that. She let the phone fall away, while she lost herself in the sensations. Her mind superimposed his touch over hers, drawing her into the fantasy of him buried between her legs. Licking her as she squirmed. Jerking his own shaft while he brought her to orgasm.
She whimpered and arched her back as she peaked, fingering her clit until she couldn’t take the touch anymore.
You still there?he asked when she checked the screen again.
It was a good thing she didn’t have to talk. She struggled to catch her breath.Yes. I don’t know if getting myself off has ever been that intense before.
I know the feeling. God, Ale. Evenimaginingfucking you makes me come hard.
I miss you.The moment she hitSendshe questioned the message. She’d taken things from teasing-sexy-playful to... she didn’t know what.
I’m right here.
She smiled at the simple pretense.On the other side of the country. I can’t even hear you groan when you jerk off.
Her phone rang, startling her, and she hitAnswerwithout stopping to think.
“Better?” Jonathan’s voice filled her head and washed over her.
She’d been wrong not to let him call before now. She needed this. “Much better.”
*
FOR HALF AN IRRATIONALsecond, Jonathan worried Bailey wouldn’t pick up. He craved the sound of her voice. “It’s still not the same.” He wanted the in in-person contact more, but hearing her was eons beyond reading words on a screen.
“No.” Her light chuckle soothed him. “But it’s a reasonable substitute.”
“You could have come back with me.” He knew better than to say that, but it had nagged him since he left Florida, and he was tired of holding back.
“You know I couldn’t have.”
“I do.” He had a life here; she had one there. “I respect that. There are so many nights I wish I was there with you, watching movies again.”