Page 103 of His to Cherish
“You?” I asked.
He grunted and I heard a shuffling sound. “Nothing. Now.”
Oh my gosh. Wetness seeped into my boyshorts and my thighs pressed together.
“Aidan…”
“Touch yourself.”
My hands shook and I glanced at the phone, afraid I’d hung up on him. But the time was still counting on the phone call so I bit my lip, sighing.
“Okay,” I whispered, blowing out a soft breath. I could be brave. I could do this because I wanted to and because the sounds of Aidan’s heavy breathing coming through the phone were turning me on.
He was already touching himself.
“Where?” I asked huskily.
“If I were there, what would you want me to do?”
Oh God. I could do this. “My nipples,” I gasped. “I’d want you to lick and suck my nipples.”
“Then pretend I’m there, Chelsea. I love the way I brush my thumb over your nipple and it hardens from my touch. Your breasts are so full and your nipples are so pink, I love licking them and tasting you.”
My fingers, somehow moving of their own accord, brushed my nipple beneath my shirt. A tingle of pleasure shot through my body at the brief sensation.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my hips rolling again. Everything began to heat and tighten inside of me. The need for release was already beginning to curl tight, waiting for the moment.
“Pinch them.”
I did, another gasp escaping my lips, and the burning tingle increased. My body lit up as I flicked and pinched my own nipple, my hand moving slowly down my abdomen.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my breaths harsh and panting. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Hell yes. I’m so hard, Chelsea. Those sounds you make drive me crazy. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers finding my slick flesh. My boyshorts were soaked and I groaned as my fingers slid through my sex. “Aidan,” I groaned as I pressed against my clit.
“Touch yourself, Chelsea. I love the way you taste, so sweet and pure. Imagine it’s my tongue sliding around your beautiful clit and licking you.”
I groaned, my hips shifting and pressing against my fingers for more contact. My knees fell wide open and I gyrated against my hand.
“So close.” I swallowed and another groan came through the phone.
“That’s it. Slide two fingers inside, keep your thumb on your clit.”
I listened, imagining his callused hand moving up and down his own thickness, cupping and massaging his balls. The way his thumb would swipe over the head as he’d tug on his dick.
“Aidan.”
His voice was quick, his breathing harsh. “God, Chelsea. Me, too, I’m so close.”
I chased my release quickly, being more turned on by the sounds coming through the phone than maybe I’d ever been in person.
Pressing my fingers inside, I found the ridged flesh and pressed the heel of my palm against my clit.
“Aidan!” I cried out, my body igniting. “I’m coming.” My body tensed and coiled before I fell over the edge, my forehead lined with sweat. My thighs shook and my abdomen tensed until I heard the forceful grunts and moans of Aidan’s voice coming through the phone.
“Yes,” he hissed, and grunted one more time. “Damn.”
