Page 18 of Play to Win
“You feel good,” she whispered, not sure where the words had come from, but deciding to go with the flow.
He moaned. “You do too.”
“Deeper,” he insisted.
“Yes,” she replied.
“More.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” she managed, her hips lifting off the bed to meet the thrust of her fingers.
“More, Portia. I want more of you.”
His voice was different now, ragged and husky. His breath was coming quicker, almost as fast as her own. She wondered if he were jerking his dick to the same rhythm that she was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. She wondered and she hoped. And in her mind, he was. She could see it as if he were right in front of her. Ethan was jerking his rigid length. Pre-cum beaded at his slit. She pumped faster, deeper. She moaned, licked her lips and moaned again.
On the other end of the phone, he moaned too and whispered, “More. Yes. More.”
His voice was so sexy. The sounds he was making so primal. This was so good. Better than she’d ever experienced on her own before. And then she erupted. Heat soared through her body, her legs began to shake, a tight tingling sensation pooled at her center and hot moisture coated her fingers. The moan that escaped her was long and slow, her eyes closed tightly. Vaguely, somewhere within the pleasure-filled abyss where she’d drifted to, Ethan made a guttural sound and then hissed as if he was trying like hell not to yell out with pleasure.
Silence filled the room seconds later, the phone line, everywhere and embarrassment bubbled up inside her. She moved her fingers over the phone and was about to disconnect without saying a word, but then she heard him.
“That was great, Portia. Your words were so powerful I came harder than I ever have before.”
What was she supposed to say to that?
Oh come on!She’d written a seventy-two-thousand-word sex manual, had starred in over fifty tutorial videos and lectured all across the world on this subject. Yet, she couldn’t think of one coherent thing to say when the guy of her dreams admitted she’d pleasured him.
“Thank you.” She finally managed. “Thank you, Ethan.”
She disconnected the call and lay on her bed for the duration of the night wondering what the hell she’d done, and why she hadn’t done it sooner.
