Page 114 of Chasing Shelter

“Can I tell you something?” I asked.

“Anything.”

“I like when you sayfuck.”

A low chuckle sounded over the speaker. “Fuck, baby.”

The best sort of goose bumps skated over my skin.

“Now, climb onto that bed and lie on your back. Knees up. Legs spread.”

A shiver racked through me. Anticipation making a home in my body as I climbed onto the mattress. Moving the phone and the box, I felt my pulse thrumming in my neck. “Okay.”

“Cup those full tits. Circle your nipples. Tell me if they’re hard.”

My breaths only came faster as my palms curved around my breasts. They felt heavier in my hands now, and as my fingers teased the peaks, I shuddered, wetness gathering between my thighs. “Like little pebbles.”

“Want to taste them. Got my mouth between those gorgeous thighs but haven’t tasted your nipples yet. Need to remedy that.”

My back arched as if Trace’s words were his hands, reaching through the phone.

“Keep one hand on your breast, use the other to get the toy. You press that on switch and hold it to your clit. I’ll do the rest.”

Blood pulsed in my ears as I fumbled for the gadget. I felt for the button, and a small light came on the moment I pressed it. Positioning what looked like a small cup to that bundle of nerves, I shuddered again. My flesh already felt too sensitive, everything heated to the point of boiling.

“Okay,” I breathed.

“How’s my girl feeling?”

“Wishing you were here. Wishing I could break.” The second thing I said didn’t even make logical sense, but Trace managed to understand me.

“You need release. And I’m going to help you find it. Together. You and me. Gotta own your pleasure, every single thing you’re feeling.”

His words hit like beautiful bombs. Because I’d never owned that piece of myself. Had always been so removed from it. It had been a means to keep someone happy, but that someone was never me.

“I’m with you,” I whispered.

“Good,” Trace praised. “Take that hand on your breast and slide it between your thighs.”

My hand moved instantly because I wanted it there and because Trace had asked.

“Are you wet?”

My fingers teased my slit, and my body trembled. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl. Getting herself there. Turning herself on. Owning it all. Now, take some of that slickness to your clit.”

The words, the feeling, it was almost too much. But I gave myself over to it, relishing it all.

“Gonna turn this on,” Trace warned. “Nice and easy, just like my tongue teasing you.”

The toy hummed to life, a mixture of vibration and soft suction. A nonsensical noise left my lips as my back arched, feeling it all.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” And I wasn’t shy about giving him the word. Didn’t feel ashamed or worried. I felt free.

“Slide two fingers inside that tight, wet heat, Ellie. Remind me what it feels like.”

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