Page 104 of Outlaw Heartstrings
My hands are between my legs now, and I’m so fucking wet. I separate my drenched folds with my fingertips. “Oh my…Fuck…Oh god.”
“Touch your clit, Alba,” he pants out, sounding desperate. “Touch your clit for me.”
“Yes…” The tiny bundle of nerves is alive and throbbing. One stroke of the pad of my index finger has me whimpering.
“Tell me how it feels. Tell me how good it feels to touch yourself while I’m talking to you.” He sounds increasinglyfrantic as he speaks. I understand exactly what that loss of control is like.
“So good,” I whisper between labored breaths. “So fucking good.”
“Describe it for me. If I can’t be there with you, I need you to use your words and tell me exactly what I’m missing out on right now.”
“I’m so wet, Easton…” I hear myself admitting without hesitation. “Everything is wet and sticky and warm. And it feels so,sogood. Sensitive. Very sensitive. I feeleverything.”
“And what are you doing with your other hand?” he asks.
“I’m…uh…” The fingers of my left hand are currently curled into a fist around the comforter. But I’m suddenly aware that I could be making much better use of them.
“Play with your hole…” Easton orders me. His voice is so deep, it should scare me. But it only turns me on.
I reach further between my thighs, sliding my fingers through the lips of my pussy. I circle my opening before tentatively penetrating my hole with one digit. I emit a low, primal sound as electricity showers me again. “Yes!”
Easton’s breaths are kind of jerky now and they explode in fast spurts over the phone.
Oh my god.“Are you touching yourself, too…?” I ask him.
“Yes, Alba.” The words scrape across the line. “I’m jerking my cock and wishing I was fucking you. Damn.Damn.” He growls. “I’m wishing I was balls deep inside you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust, kissing each moan right off your lips.”
“Please…” I mewl from deep in my soul. My finger sinks further inside me. I dare to add a second finger and my walls convulse.
Easton cheers me on. “Do what feels good. Do whatever feels good, baby. Because I need you to come for me now.”
I stop holding back. I lose all control of myself, my ass lifting off the bed as I rub my clit recklessly with my right hand. The fingers of my left hand move in and out, in and out of my channel.
When I brush against a sensitive spot on the wall of my tunnel, I hone in specifically on that bundle of nerves.
Again.
And again.
And ag—
“Oh my god—I’m coming!”
My shoulders sink into the mattress. My pelvis thrusts into the air. My body twists into a position that would give all the yoga teachers in town a run for their money.
And I explode.
Waves and waves of heat and cold and pleasure wash over me until I’m so delirious I can’t even remember my own name.
“That’s good, Alba…Come all over my bed…Drip all over my sheets like a good girl…Yes. Yes, baby.”
The orgasm draws out for a long time. After my body collapses back to the mattress, it takes me a moment to become aware of the echo of Easton’s groans as he reaches his own peak. His sounds are simultaneously floating under the crack of the door and over the phone line.
I hear a dull thud from the hallway and I imagine him dropping the back of his head against the wall. “Oh, fuck…” he says finally. “That was…intense.”
I smile to myself, running my tongue over my dry lips. “Yeah. It was.” But now, a deep sense of peace envelopes my entire body.
“How do you feel?” Easton asks eventually, starting to sound a bit more like himself again.
