Page 37 of Save Me

“Like I said, love, you should get comfortable.”

“Where are you? You could just come back in here and we could try again—”

“I want my lips on your lips. I want to feel your tongue against mine almost as badly as I want to feel myself hitting the back of your throat as you try to take me all in your mouth,” he groans. “You should see what just the thought of you does to me. Now, get on the bed, love.”

I scurry to the bed, trying to contain my excitement, my desire for him already pooling between my legs, as if his voice alone is enough to fulfill my needs.

“Tell me how you want me. Tell me what you would do to me if I was beside you.”

“I, umm…” I don’t know what to say, I don’t know what I would want, how I would want him. I want everything from him, and yet the thought of being with him again, unsure of how I would actually react in the moment, scares me. I let out abreath, trying to think of something to say, something sultry and inviting, while simultaneously trying to quiet my thoughts.

“Take a breath. You are safe. It’s just me on the phone, love, and you’re the only one in the room,” Jax commands gently on the other end of the line. “We can stop if you want to stop, but just know that nothing wrong can come out of those perfect lips, not when you’re talking about us. Close your eyes and tell me what you feel.” His voice trails off.

What do I feel?

“I feel… wet.” My cheeks redden immediately as embarrassment sweeps through me, my brazen honesty almost too much for me to handle.

Jax groans on the other end of the line. “What did I tell you? Anything you say is perfection. If I was beside you, what would you want to feel?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

“I’d want to feel you… consuming me. I’d want you everywhere. Your hands, your tongue, your…”

“Say it,” he encourages.

“Your cock. I want you. All of you. Everywhere,” I say, jumping into this conversation with both feet.

I can do this. I’m safe here.

“Everywhere?” I hear the question in his voice, his breathing becoming more ragged.

“Anywhere you want it, Jax. All of me belongs to you. You could do anything you want to me, anything at all, and I’d still be yours afterward.”

“You are completely unexpected, love.” He moans. “I wish it was you wrapped tightly around my cock instead of my hand.”

My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of him inside of me, and I close my eyes as I trail my hands under my shorts. The silk fabric is soft against my skin, and I quickly move below my lace underwear, my hand touching bare skin while the other holds my phone close to my ear.

The sound of Jax’s breathing grows louder on the other end of the line. “Do you know what it feels like to be inside of you? To have you wrapped tightly around me? It feels like fucking heaven.” He moans, and the sound sends a wave of pleasure through me.

My breath hitches as my hand moves against the apex of my thighs, my fingers tracing lazy circles around my clit as a need deep within me starts to build, and a breathy moan escapes my mouth.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself. Tell me what you’re doing to that perfect pussy.”

I do as he says, explaining where my fingers are as I circle the bundle of nerves between my legs before dipping into my core, telling him everything I’m doing, his own arousal audible through the phone.

“Tell me how good your fingers feel inside of you…”

“Not nearly as good as it feels having you inside me. Nothing…” I tremble with anticipation as my own euphoria threatens to overwhelm me, my nerves alight under my fingers. I take a breath before continuing, “Nothing feels as good as you.” I moan. “Nothing can compare to how you make me feel, how your cock makes me feel so full, how malleable I am under your touch. The way you touch me… it’s everything I never knew I needed. The way your cock fills me, stretches me… the pleasure you give me when you make me come… it’s…” Pleasure sweeps me away before I can finish my sentence, my orgasm comes crashing down on me like a wave against the shore. Time stops as I arch my back, my nerves on fire as release invades my senses, my toes curl and I drop the phone, my free hand clutching onto the sheets as indistinguishable moans fill the room.

I lay still for a minute, panting as I try to catch my breath. I roll over slowly, looking for the phone, having abandoned Jax mid-orgasm.

I find it thrown halfway across the bed and as I pick it up I realize I’m unsure of what to say. A few light giggles escape my mouth as I ride the last remnants of the wave of euphoria lingering in my body.

“That good, love?” Jax’s voice is light, but his breathing is ragged.

“Mmhmm,” I say lazily.

“What did you think about when you came?”

“You,” I respond.

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