“I know you know.” The same unfamiliar voice.
“And while I’m kissing your neck, I’ll cup your hips—those beautiful hips. Stroke you there a bit. Then I’ll slide my hands higher, over your ribs, higher, very slowly, until—” She inhaled, caught in her own description. “Do you want me to feel you up?”
“Ah—!” Sadie gasped.
“I thought so. I’ll be sure to take my time. Touch you slowly.” Would she feel Sadie’s nipples through the layers of her clothing? How quickly could she get them tight? Would they be hard before Anne even started to touch her?
“Be gentle, sweetheart.” It was strained. “Make it last a little while. I like that.”
“So gentle—I’ll do it over and over again—”
“I’ll push back into you,” Sadie said shakily. “Getting needy.”
“And then you’ll pull one of my hands down between your legs.”
“Tell me why.”
It wasn’t a real question. They both wanted to hear Anne answer.
“Because you can’t stop yourself,” Anne whispered. She slipped her free hand under her shirt and stroked one breast through her bra, thumb moving over her taut nipple. “You need it as much as I do. Oh God. I’ll be able to feel you. OhGod.”
Sadie’s breath was a rasp. “Continue. Please. What else have you been thinking about?”
“Your waist.” How many times since Sunday had she reached for the memory of Sadie’s smooth skin against her fingers? It should be worn down by now. Instead, the thought jolted her with the same fresh shock of desire. “It’s—your skin’s so soft. I’ve wondered if your thighs are the same way. What they’ll feel like against my mouth.”
Anne waited for a response and didn’t get one. Just quick little exhalations that told her exactly what must be happening to Sadie on the other end of the line.
“That’s what I thought about when I used my new vibrator this morning,” she continued, flushing hot with the thrill of admitting something so private, “the first time I’ll get to taste you there. The first time you’ll let me go down on you.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Sadie murmured. “Keep going.”
“Put your hand on the back of my head?” Anne hadn’t meant it to sound like begging. “Please? Pull me into you?”
“Where? I want to hear you say it.”
“Your—” She stopped, suddenly unsure. “What word should I use?”
“Anne.” Now Sadie was panting. Her cheeks were probably pink with excitement by now, her eyes burning for it. “God. Anything. Speaker’s choice. Whatever gets you hot.”
Okay. All right. She could do that.
Anne shifted against her hands and ground a little into the one cupped between her legs. Swallowed. Said quietly, “Your pussy.”
She’d never spoken that word aloud in her entire life, had always thought of it as dirty, vulgar. But now, her clit throbbed in response,everythingthrobbed, she was so fucking warm down there, and—oh, was that—? Was she getting wet already?
Sadie’s inhale was sharp. “Tell me what you’ll do to it.”
What Anne had imagined was a blur, less about careful planning and more about the promise of being overwhelmed: nose and tongue and chin grinding into heat, into soft damp curls, slippery flesh. She trembled. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never—Sadie, I want to—I’ll do anything you tell me, I’ll go inside you at the same time, if you like that—”
“All I care about is that it’s you. Anything you give me, I’ll get—”
“You’ll get so swollen, won’t you? Just like me. All swollen and tender, the same way I do when I’m almost there. Last night, I pretended that I was you. Everything I was doing to myself, I was doing to you.” She’d stared down between her legs as she pressed the vibrator’s head just to the side of her clit and felt herself grow thick against the pressure. Thought, as she’d done it, about what that same swelling might feel like inside her own mouth, what it might be like to get the little nub so full.
“Did you come, sweetheart?” Sadie asked her softly. “Did thinking about me make you come?”
“Yes.” Anne was starting to pant, too. She thrust her hips up against her hand, pinched one nipple beneath her bra, moaned. “I came so hard.”
“Oh.” Sadie’s voice hitched up, as though she’d—she was touching herself, too; that was what that sound was. Anne had made Sadie touch herself. “I need that. More than anything. I have to make you do that. Keeptalking.”