Chapter Nine #3
“Do you want to continue?”
“I do.”
“Put the phone on speaker and lay it beside you,” he orders softly. I move the phone away from my ear and do as he asked. “Tell me what you have on.”
I drop my arms and lay them beside me.
“A yellow silk nightgown,” I say, and he hums.
“Is it long?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing a bra? Panties?”
“No, and yes.”
“I want you to slide the straps over your shoulders. Let me know when you're done.”
My heart pounds, and I lift my hand. I shiver as the fabric slides against my skin.
“Done,” I whisper.
“Good, baby. Do you like to touch your breasts?”
“I—” I flex my fingers. “Yes.”
“I bet they are beautiful,” he says. “Bare them. Push the nightgown to your waist.”
My hands tremble as I do.
“Okay.”
“I want you to trace them with your finger. Start on the outside, and with every pass, get closer to your nipple,” he orders gruffly.
“Shit,” I gasp as I touch them.
“Perfect, baby.”
“Ezra.” It’s as if it’s his hand.
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes.” I lift my back off the bed slightly as I come closer to them.
“Lightly touch them,” he growls low. “Now drag your thumb over your nipple. Back and forth, back and forth. Do you want more?”
“Please,” I groan, the sensation zaps from my breasts down my body.
“Cup both breasts before sliding your hands to your stomach,” he demands, and I follow his directions without question or hesitation. “Talk to me, baby.”
“I did it.” I hold my hands against my waist.
“Is your nightgown loose enough to glide your hand underneath it?”
“It is.” I stare at my hands.
“Do it,” he commands, and I suck in my stomach as I follow his instructions. “Trail your finger on the edge of your panties. Do you think you are wet?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Were you thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
“Of course.”
“How far did you get?”
“This far,” I admit.
“So, you don’t know if you are wet.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Find out for me, baby,” he instructs, and I slowly glide my hand under my underwear. “Do not put your fingers inside yourself yet. Feel the wetness. Tell me.”
“I am. I am wet.” I want more, but I wait.
“Circle your clit. Do it now,” he says roughly, and I inhale sharply. “Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Please.” I continue to circle.
“I bet you taste fucking delicious. I would love to eat you,” he grits out. “I want you to put a finger inside you.”
“Yes,” I hiss, and dig the fingers of my other hand in the blankets. I’ve pleasured myself many times, yet it’s never felt like this. “I love your voice.”
“Do you? That pleases me, baby. Stroke. Slowly.” The timbre of his voice echoes around the room and through my body. “How does it feel?”
“Hot. Soft.” I close my eyes and think about nothing except his words and the desire they cause.
“Add another finger. Stretch yourself,” he rasps.
“I’m—” I roll my hips, meeting the motion of my hand.
“Are you getting close?”
“Yes, Ezra.”
“Faster. Thrust faster.” He pauses, and I bend my knees, pushing with my heels. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. I can’t wait to lick you after I make you come. Do you want that, baby?”
“I do.” I want to give him everything. The pull begins to rise in my stomach, swirling with desire, and the need to come.
“Curl your finger. I want you to come. Get there.” I release the blankets and grab the headboard.
“Ezra.”
“Yeah, baby. Move those hips, reach for it. Do it for me,” he groans.
“Yes.” I hit my g-spot again and again as I drag my finger out of me.
I fall over the edge, my toes curling, and my chest lifts.
“Ezra,” I cry. My movements become jerky, and waves of pleasure roll over me.
My hand tightens on the wood to the point of pain, and my heartbeat pounds in my ears.
Coming so hard and fast is new to me, and I smile.
I stop moving my hand and drop my legs, unable to hold them up.
“That was stunning,” he whispers, and I pry my hand off the headboard. “How do you feel, baby?”
“So good,” I say huskily, and he chuckles. The sound causes little aftershocks to course through me, and I exhale.
“You did so well,” he drawls, and I wish he were here.
“Ezra…” What do I say after that? Thank you? Come here so we can do it together?
“Are you sleepy?” he asks.
“Yes.” The events of the day and the massive orgasm have caught up with me.
“Get some rest. I’ll bring breakfast tomorrow,” he says, and now I want to hug him. I was on the verge of awkwardness. “What do you want?”
You. “You choose.” I pull my hand out of my clothes.
“Alright. I’ll call before I come.”
“Can we spend the day together?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Good. I have things to explain.” I need to open up about my past, and after today, he’s earned my trust.
“Whatever you want to tell me, I’ll listen.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
“Thank you, baby. Sleep well.”
“Night.”
I pick up the phone and end the call. Staring at the screen, I laugh. Well, that happened. Having phone sex never appealed to me, but with Ezra on the line, I have become a fan.
With my mate, I think I’ll have many firsts, and I’m going to love all of them.
He’ll make sure of it.