I’d never even achieved orgasm during sex with a man. I didn’t think it was possible for me. It sure hadn’t happened with either of my exes.
“Now spread your legs, Jessa.” His sexy croon only sent another surge of moisture between my legs, this time making my thighs sticky. “Spread your legs so wide. Open them like you’ll open them for me tomorrow in my office.”
My clit was throbbing now, and I pinched my eyes shut as I rode the sexy wave of his voice.
“I want you to touch yourself through your dress. That beautiful, handmade dress. The one that makes me rock hard when I see how it hugs your beautiful curves.”
I followed the seam of my hip inward, down between my legs. My fingers pushed against the swollen bud of my clit, eliciting a small gasp.
“How does it feel, Jessa?”
“Amazing,” I breathed, sinking back into the couch. I kept the phone pressed to the side of my head; I didn’t want to lose any bit of the heat and grit coming through Damian’s voice right now.
“Imagine me between your legs,” he growled. “Staring down your juicy pussy. Your lips are swollen. Your clit is swollen. Everything is just begging for it, Jessa. I can fucking smell you from here.”
I swallowed hard, rubbing quick circles around my clit as he spoke. My entire body was on fire at this point, electrified by the dirty words spilling from his mouth.
“This is what would have happened in the laundry room that night. And believe me, I plan to drown in your pussy juice, Jessa.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, arching into my hand as I rubbed myself desperately, needily. “Oh, Damian.”
“You sound breathless, Jessa. Is this turning you on?”
I laughed. “That’s an understatement. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.”
“Pinch your clit.”
“What?”
“Squeeze it with two fingers. Do it.”
I did as he said, and pleasure jolted through me, hot and electric. I cried out.
“Mmmm. There we go,” he murmured.
“And what are you doing right now?” I managed to ask.
“Fisting my cock,” he growled. “Imagining my head between your legs. Wondering if you’ll scream when you come, or if you’ll just moan. I’d give anything to have my fingers buried in your pussy right now, Jessa. I’m half tempted to fly down there in my helicopter right now.”
I laughed. “Where would you land it? On the sidewalk?”
“I’d figure it out. But I’ll wait until tomorrow. As long as you promise to let me know when you come.”
My breath quickened as I sank into the sensations of my fingers rubbing my clit through my dress. “I promise. I’m so close, Damian.”
“You have no idea how good it’s gonna get, Jessa. All the different ways we’re gonna feel good together.” His breathing got heavier.
“Oh my god, Damian.” My thighs got tense, my orgasm nearing. I could feel it building up inside my core, prickle by prickle. “This is a dream come true.”
“How long have you been waiting for my cock, Jessa? Be honest.”
I laughed in spite of myself. “Since I was fourteen.”
“Fuck, Jessa,” he said. “That long?”
I groaned, my fingers zigzagging back and forth over my aching clit. I was so, so close. “Maybe.”
“So you’re gonna really love it when I finally bury my cock into that tight little cunt of yours, aren’t you?”