Page 75 of All I Need

“Holy hell,” I moan. “Yes, Walker, yes.”

“I can’t wait to taste your skin. I bet it tastes as good as you smell. Like citrus.” His voice has dropped another octave and I want to ask what he’s doing now, too, but I don’t know how to voice it. Good thing he’s got us both covered. “Now I’m pinching one between my fingers as my tongue grazes your throat, your legs tighten around my thighs and it’s such a fucking turn on. Are you turned on, Ellie? As turned on as I am?”

I reach for my vibrator, the gentle whir coming to life. I wonder if he can hear it. “I am. Holy… I had to turn to Fred to help out,” I tell him.

“Fred better be your little pink vibrator or we’re gonna have a problem,” he growls.

I want to say something witty but I’m barely able to put a sentence together so instead I hum my agreement.

“Good. I’m rolling you over because I can’t stand my body not being draped over top of you any longer. You saw what you do to me earlier. Now you can feel it. Press your vibrator right where you want it most. Do you feel it? Pretend it’s me pressing myself against your thigh.”

“Yes. Yes, I can feel it. I love the way your weight feels on top of me, Walker. But I want it for real. My imagination is good but I know sex with you, finally feeling your body against mine, will be so much better.”

He groans as if he’s in pain. “Me too. You have no idea what you do to me.”

If it’s anything like what he’s doing to me, I have a pretty damn good idea.

“Rub Fred against that tight clit of yours. Tell me, Ellie. What does it feel like?

The sound of the vibrations is muffled from the sheets and blanket covering me but the sensation it brings me is almost overwhelming. I’m panting, barely able to concentrate on holding it in place while trying keep hold of my phone.

“Amazing,” I pant. “I want more, though. I need more, Walker.” I’m practically begging now but I don’t care. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. If sex with him over a phone is this good, I can only imagine what the real thing will be like.

“Soon,” he grunts.

God, I hope so. He’s got me so wound up, the physical need to have his body covering mine is almost overwhelming. The way he’s breathing heavily through the phone, I know he’s working himself but I have to know. Need to hear him say it.

“Is your hand wrapped around… yourself?”

I’d like to say that I have the nerves to say more but that’s about the extent of it for me.

“Hell yes it is. I haven’t been able to stop myself from it every night since we met,” he pauses, sucking in a breath. “Does that bother you?”

“Honestly? No. Not one bit. It makes me feel good and turned on at the same time.”

“It should make you feel good. It’s your hand I envision gripping me tightly. Your body I picture wrapped around me. I’m stroking myself as I picture you, Ellie.”

“Your words…”

“Do you like dirty talk, Ellie?”

I continue working my vibrator, my phone wedged between my shoulder and ear so I can play with my nipple at the same time. “Apparently so.”

“I like the sound of that. This is new to me, too.” I trust him but hearing that this isn’t normal business for him definitely adds to how sexy this is for me. Having something that’s just ours.

“I like the sound of that, too.” Then, feeling bolder, I say, “my legs are open wide, waiting for you, Walker.”

“Fuck. Spread yourself wide for me, babe. Make room for me. I’m right there, rubbing against you. Slide two fingers inside until you hit that spot that sets you off. Are you wet for me, Ellie?”

“So wet.”

“I can feel it. Your wet warmth wrapped around me. My hand is pumping up and down, squeezing. Are you tight for me?”

“Oh holy shit. I’m… going… to… come.”

“I’m close. So close. Ah hell… Come, Ellie. Now.”

And I do. I’m panting and sweating and can barely suck in a good breath.

For several long moments I lie in my bed, trying to think but I can’t. Not a single thought flows through my head except how incredible that felt, how long it had been since I had a really good orgasm and best of all, that it was with Walker. I have never sexted or had phone sex with anyone, never engaged in dirty talk. There was no one I trusted enough to do that with. And Walker’s next words prove that he understands that.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” Walker says after we’ve both regained our breathing.

I smile and wish that I could see him, what I did to him. “Me either. That was incredible.”

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Ellie. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

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