“Interesting.” I click to four, and the vibration changes to a slow, rhythmic pulse. I look at her. “Lie back.”
She swallows and lies back against the pillows. Her hair fans out, my shirt rides up exposing the curve of her hip, no underwear, and my mouth goes dry. I settle between her thighs, propped on one elbow. “Tell me what you do when you think about me.”
“Fish …”
“Justin. And I’m serious. I want to know exactly what you picture. Walk me through it.”
“This is embarrassing,” she says, covering her face.
“It’s not embarrassing. It’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever told me, and I want details.” I run the vibrator lightly along her inner thigh. Not touching her where she wants it. Just close enough to make her squirm. “Start from the beginning.”
She closes her eyes. “I usually start by thinking about your hands.”
“My hands?” I trail the vibrator higher, still not there, she shifts her hips.
“You have good hands.Big.The way you grip your stick on the ice. I think about them on me.”
Not sure if I’m going to look at my stick again without getting a boner. “Where on you?”
“Everywhere, my waist, thighs, my …” She gasps as I press the vibrator against her inner thigh, right at the crease, so close. “You’re doing this on purpose.” She moans.
“Obviously, keep going.”
“Then I think about your mouth. The things you say. The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”
“I’m always watching.” I brush the vibrator over her clit, just barely, the lightest contact, her hips jerk off the bed.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet. Keep talking.” I pull it away again.
“Justin, please.”
I love hearing her beg, it’s my new favorite thing. “Please, what? Tell me what you do next.”
She’s panting now, her eyes still closed, her good hand gripping the sheet. “I turn the vibrator on to setting four, and I press it against my clit, and I think about you going down on me.”
“Like this?” I press the vibrator against her clit on setting four, the pulsing rhythm. Her back arches and she moans, loud and desperate.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Then I lean forward and give her one long lick right up her slit. “Fuck.” She squeals.
“What else do you think about?” I keep the vibrator steady, watching her face, watching every micro-expression, every catch of breath.
“I think about you inside me. How you’d feel. How big you’d be.” Her voice is shaking. “I think about you telling me I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” I increase the pressure slightly, and she whimpers. “What else?”
“I think about you making me come. I think about the noises you’d make. I think about …” She’s close. I can see it in the tension of her body, the way her thighs are trembling. I pull the vibrator away, I’m not ready for her to come yet.
“What the fuck?” Her eyes fly open.
“Not yet,” I tease.
“Justin Crawford, I swear to God …”
“I want you to feel what I felt. Months of wanting something and not being able to have it.” I lean down and kiss her hip bone. “Patience.”
“I will murder you in your sleep.”