Chapter 14 #2
Beth’s heart hammered in her ears as desire coiled deep in her belly, slowly releasing. The steady rise and fall of her chest measuring each moment between Sarah’s words.
“I want you to spread your legs and touch yourself, but over the top of your underwear,” Sarah directed without a single ounce of hesitation, putting Beth’s mind even further at ease.
Beth obliged, her hand ghosting over her abdomen as it travelled further down, feeling her own heat radiating from between her thighs.
She pressed her palm gently against herself, rocking her hand forward, pushing down as she dragged her fingers back—the pressure absolutely divine against her clit.
A sharp inhale followed as her hips chased her hand.
“Tell me what you’re doing. Talk me through everything.” Sarah’s voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t aggressive, and it wasn’t demanding. It was a reassuring reminder to Beth to communicate.
“I’m rubbing my clit,” Beth whispered, her hands mirroring the movements she was describing to Sarah.
“In those small, slow circles—that I—that always get me,” she said between inhales.
“Ooh, yes.” It was almost too much in an embarrassing way.
Too exciting, too overstimulating, and they hadn’t even really begun.
An amused laugh came through the phone, the one that meant Sarah was pleased with herself. “I missed that sound. The sound of you needing me.”
Beth did need Sarah, needed her like oxygen, needed her in every way one person could need another—and then some. “I’ve always needed you, Sar.” Her voice was hoarse as she whispered that truth, fingers still rubbing herself through cotton underwear.
Sarah moaned—a low, guttural, magnificent sound—on the other end of the phone, making Beth’s hips twitch against her hand, that noise filling her.
“Take your underwear off,” Sarah growled before following softly with, “Please.”
The softness made Beth smile, reminding her that beneath Sarah’s controlled, meticulous exterior was a woman with the purest heart Beth had ever known. A heart that had always made her feel safe, even in her most vulnerable moments.
She pushed her underwear down over her hips, kicking it to the side, not bothering to retrieve it from under the covers.
Sarah’s voice was sweet as she asked, “Do you need any lube for the toy? I know I’m needing it more and more these days…thank you, hormones.”
Beth beamed at the care Sarah had for her as she reached into her bedside table, pulling out a small bottle of lube and coating the toy’s tip. “I’ve got some,” she said, waiting for Sarah’s next instruction.
“Slide the toy inside yourself,” Sarah purred. “And don’t hold back, I want to hear the noises you make.”
Eager to follow Sarah’s direction, Beth positioned the smooth pink silicone toy at her entrance, pressing gently, the lube allowing the toy to glide inside of her. “Oh—hmmm.” She moaned at the sensation of being filled.
“That’s my girl,” Sarah murmured. “Tell me how it feels.”
Beth adjusted the toy, the lobster claw-like design pressing against her clit and G-spot simultaneously. “It feels good, really good.”
“How about now?”
Beth jumped as a wave of vibration ripped through her in the most perfect way, her hand holding the toy in place. “Fu-fuck,” she squeaked, unable to control herself.
“I thought so.”
Beth could practically hear Sarah’s pleasure from being in charge dripping over her words. “As you can tell, I have full control over the toy and what you feel. You talk to me? You get rewarded. You go quiet on me and I take away what you want.”
This time it was Beth’s turn to laugh, panting slowly as Sarah set the vibrator to its lowest setting.
“You said this was a gift for me, but—” She inhaled sharply as Sarah increased the vibration speed by one.
It already felt so fucking incredible as she clenched around the toy.
“It’s starting to feel like this may be more of a present for you.
” Beth crossed one leg over the other, applying even more pressure to the toy.
“Are you complaining?” Sarah asked, shutting off all vibration.
Beth slammed her hand down against the mattress in protest, releasing one long, displeased groan.
“No. God no,” she quickly clarified before exhaling, relieved with the speed with which Sarah brought back the vibration.
“God, it feels so fucking good.” Her head rolled lazily to the side, eyelids fluttering closed as she let the tingling sensation wash over her, moaning into the phone, breathing through the pleasure.
“The noises you make,” Sarah panted.
Sarah’s excitement was palpable, and Beth couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah was touching herself while she listened to her come undone from thousands of miles away. The vibration pattern shifted suddenly, changing from a single continuous pulse to a wave pattern, the tease of it exquisite.
“Oh-my-fuck-whatever that is right there.” Her words were needy, and she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job detailing to Sarah what she was feeling outside her uncontrolled gasps and groans.
But Sarah hadn’t stopped. That had to mean she was doing a good job, right?
“Talk to me, beautiful,” Sarah coaxed gently.
Beth gulped, her thoughts scattering in every direction as she tried to push through and find the mental clarity to speak.
“I’ve got—I’ve got my hand on the toy, pushing it—fuck, Sar—the pressure—feels—incredible.
” Her words were punctuated with breathy moans as she tried to focus on giving Sarah what she had asked for—communication, for Beth to talk to her.
“Do you think you can take more?” Sarah asked. “Can you hold on for me a little longer?”
Beth whimpered, the speed of the vibration increasing with Sarah’s words. She tightened her grip on the sheet, knuckles white, trying to hold herself in this moment, to stay present with Sarah. Not letting herself bliss out, taking her to the blank canvas of her mind—not yet.
“Sar, I can’t—it’s too much—it’s—I’m already so close.” Beth tried to use her words to explain, feeling an unfamiliar helplessness as Sarah increased the speed again. She couldn’t take it; she wouldn’t be able to hold on.
“Fuck, Beth, you’re making me so wet,” Sarah gasped, her voice breathy, giving Beth the confirmation that she indeed had been touching herself the whole time.
Mental images of Sarah in some luxury hotel room in London, legs spread wide and touching herself to the sound of her pleasure, sent Beth crashing over the edge.
“I’m coming, oh my god, I can’t—I have to come—I’m coming—please Sarah let me come.
I need to come. Tell me I can come.” Beth chanted, eyelids slamming shut as pops of blue and green in every shade began to fill the darkness of her mind in one big explosion of color.
“Not yet,” Sarah panted
“Please.”
“I’m almost—” Sarah gasped, her voice hitching in the back of her throat.
“I can’t. Please,” Beth begged, trying and failing to hold off the sensation that was so desperately trying to rip through her body.
“Come with me. Now.”
“Sar-ah!” Beth gasped, her legs clamping together as she rode the wave of pleasure brought on by the pulsating vibrations, and when she couldn’t take it anymore—after she had been greedy, claiming not one, but two orgasms—Sarah turned the toy off, panting into the phone.
In that moment, Beth was glad Sarah was several time zones away and therefore unable to witness the very unsexy part of the evening’s events: the removing of the toy, which in all of her years of using sex toys, Beth had yet to find a sexy way to do.
A little shifting and adjusting, and she was good to go.
“I counted two,” Sarah said triumphantly.
Beth grinned, knowing exactly what she had been keeping track of.
Sarah’s voice was cocky as she spoke, soft and low into the phone. “Not even in the same part of the world, and I can still make you come multiple times. Glad to see I’ve still got it.”
Beth let out a laugh that sounded more like a puff of air as she tried to reclaim her faculties. “Trust me, Sar, I’ve never once questioned your abilities. You’ve always been excellent when it comes to gift–giving.”
The line was quiet, filled only with the sound of the two of them regaining their composure, bringing their breathing back down to a regular cadence.
“I’m glad you approve. But now you’ve left me in quite the pickle.”
“Hmm?” Beth’s eyelids were starting to droop in her post-orgasm contentment as Sarah’s voice continued in her ear.
“Now I’m stuck here for five more days, without you, having just experienced all of that. There is not enough self-pleasure in the world…” Sarah’s voice trailed off, letting the sound of their breathing fill the space once more.
“I should go,” Beth said quietly, after her third time nodding off. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Sarah’s laugh spread through her. “I know, you started snoring a minute ago.”
“Sorry.” Beth yawned. “Some hot girl in London made me come so hard I forgot where I was in time and space.”
“Hey Beth,” Sarah said softly, as Beth melted to the sound of her name rolling off Sarah’s tongue. “Don’t forget to go to the bathroom. You know, UTIs and whatnot.”
Beth grinned. There was Sarah, always trying to take care of her. She loved her for it.
“Thanks for the reminder,” she whispered. “Good night, Sar.”
“Happy birthday, beautiful. Sleep tight,” Sarah said before hanging up.
Forty-six was already feeling like it was shaping up to be a fantastic year.
The familiar jingle rang above her head as Beth pushed her way through the door of the Grumpy Goat several days later. She breathed deeply, the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries filling her as she approached the counter where Sean stood wearing an apron.
“You behind the bar is never a good sign,” she joked.