A Sip of You(78)

“No,” I said a little too forcefully.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Okay, just a little.” I waved my hand. “But that’s not why I’m calling. It’s 11:42, William.”

“It’s 11:53, actually.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. The point is that I’m supposed to look at my watch at 11:42 and think about you touching me.”

He paused for a minute before answering. “I do remember something to that effect. But I believe I said every day at 11:42 a.m.”

I giggled. “Well, whatever time it is, I’m thinking about you touching me now.”

His dark, hooded eyes smoldered on my tablet screen, and his smirk changed to a hungry grin. He was liking my game. “How am I touching you?” His voice was lower now, seductive. “Show me.”

That had been the idea all along. I propped my tablet on the bedside table, angled it, and ran my fingers up and down my neck. “Like this. I love it when you kiss my neck, especially when you haven’t shaved. Your stubble tickles my skin and makes me shiver…” I could hear my voice turning breathy as my fingers traced my flesh, mimicking William’s skilled lips caressing my neck.

“Where else, Catherine?”

I heard the arousal in his husky voice. I wanted him to feel as turned on as I was, to want me as badly as I wanted him.

“Here,” I said, opening my robe slightly, giving him a peek of bare skin, just enough to tantalize. I stroked my fingers up and down, from the base of my neck to the curve of my breast. I glanced at him from under my lashes, feeling bold. “I know how much you love my tits, William.” Oh, I was definitely feeling bold. Tits instead of breasts seemed way dirty to me, and William’s eyes were molten grey now. He liked it when I talked dirty, and tonight I wanted to be a little naughty.

Or maybe a lot.

“Open your robe wider.”

I slowly pulled the material aside, inch by inch. William didn’t speak, but he was riveted to the screen. I pulled one side of my robe open, then the other, and allowed the material to slide down my breasts, tantalizing them with the silky material and exposing them to William’s hungry gaze.

“Touch your breasts for me, Catherine,” he said softly.

I palmed them, their heavy weight aching for him. Leaning back, I arched my back and plucked and rubbed at my nipples until they were dark pink and hard, needy points.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Mmm, that feels so good. I wish you were here now. I want your mouth on my tits. Do you like it when I say tits?”

“It’s fucking hot. I love your tits.” His voice sounded breathy and hoarse.

Still circling my swollen flesh, I purred, “I love it when you suck my nipples. Hard.” I looked at the screen directly. “Like you did on the jet, William.”

“I know you do. Show me where you feel it when I suck you.”

“I can feel it all the way…” I stroked down my abdomen.

“Lower,” he ordered.

I stroked my hand across the front of my thong, slowly. I had imagined me seducing William, but I was slowly losing control of this seduction. He was taking command, telling me what to do, and I loved it.

I kept rubbing my fingers across the scrap of lace between my legs. “I’m wet for you already. I can feel it through my panties. Just thinking about your mouth does that to me.”

He groaned and shifted in his chair. His right arm moved, and I smiled. I had a pretty good idea where that hand was going and I thought I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and then of a zipper. “You look so unbelievably sexy right now, Catherine. Show me where else you want me to touch you.”

“Are you hard for me, William?” I teased. “Are you thinking about me touching you? Are you imagining me stroking you, running my hand up and down your big, thick cock? I love your cock, you know.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m rock hard for you. Don’t stop. Tell me. Where else do you want me to touch you?” His breath came in pants, and my own was just as ragged.

“Here.” I feathered my fingers across my lace panties again.

“Show me.”

I pushed my thong aside and slid a finger over the moist skin. “I’m so hot here. So swollen,” I panted, pressing my finger to my clit.

“Think about my tongue on you. You know you love it when I lick you hard and make you squirm and scream.”

“Yes.” I closed my eyes and could easily imagine his mouth there, imagine him teasing me to climax. I moaned as a shiver raced through me.

“Move your tablet,” William demanded in that deep voice that made me weak. “I want to see you.”