"Not sleeping." I sit up and yawn. "Just a wee bit tired after Skyping with Jamie. She's got more energy than your puppies."
"Well… I should let you get some rest."
Did she ring me strictly to tell me to rest? I swing my feet off the bed. "Ahmno sleepy. Why are you calling me when you're down the hall?"
"I, uh…wondered if you'd like to…"
"Spit it out," I say. "Unless you want me to come in there and torture it out of you."
Aye, I said that in my wickedest voice. I'm getting the feeling she wants me right now, and that fact makes me suddenly awake and alert. My cock is alert too and ready for action.
She clears her throat. "Remember that thing you wanted to see?"
"Thing? Are you meaning the quilt on your bed? Or maybe the window drapes." I love teasing her.
"You said maybe one evening I'd let you watch. How about tonight?"
I choke and splutter. "Do ye mean—"
"I want you to watch me masturbate."
Suddenly, I'm breathing hard. Did she just suggest what I think she did? I haven't hallucinated it? Calli wants me to go into her bedroom and watch her wank off.
Her voice turns low and throaty. "If you're not interested anymore…"
"Ahm interested," I rasp. "When?"
"Now."
I end the call and race out of my room.
The puppies gallop out of the living room, following me as I burst through the door into Calli's room. Misty and Mandy careen toward the opening, but I clap the door shut in their sweet little faces. "Sorry, wee lassies."
Breathing even harder now, I stand frozen by the door, my gaze glued to Calli. I'm still wearing my T-shirt and my jeans, which are unbuttoned. I'd been too jeeked to bother getting undressed. But I don't feel tired anymore.
Calli crooks a finger. "You can't see anything from way over there."
The puppies whine and paw at the door.
My bare feet make only the slightest sound on the wood floor as I amble to the bed and climb over her legs to lie down at a diagonal to her with my head near her hip. I brace my head on one palm.
"Should I take my nightie off?" she asks.
"Not this time." I stretch my free arm down to rest one fingertip on her ankle, then glide it up the inside of her leg, past her knee, halfway up her thigh. "I like a bit of mystery."
With that one finger, I push the hem of her nightie down to cover her better. When our gazes intersect, she just stares at me.
"Second thoughts?" I ask, scrutinizing her face for signs she's changed her mind. I don't see anything except lust.
"No." She reaches out to skate her fingers over my cheek. "I want to do this, but I've never done anything like it before."
"Take your time, I've got all night. And if you change your mind, you can stop anytime. I willnae complain."
She spreads her hands over her throat, dragging them down to her collarbone, pausing there to gaze straight into my eyes. Hers have grown darker, thanks to her pupils dilating. It means she wants me, really wants me. Christ, I want her too, so badly I think I might have a heart attack from watching her touch herself, but I don't care. I press my lips together, then flick my tongue out to dampen them, imagining what it will feel like to lick her swollen flesh. But I won't do it tonight. This is phase one. Or phase two. Maybe it's three or four, I donnae know for sure.
Calli glides her hands lower until they cover her breasts, and she sighs out an uneven breath. She cups her breasts in her slender hands and flicks her thumbs over the hard nipples while she kneads her own flesh.
I stare at her hands, the way they massage her breasts, and my voice becomes a rough whisper. "I want to be doing that to you. I want my mouth on you, right where your thumbs are."