Hadn’t it done so already? Why else would I have put out for him on the first date, dropped to my knees of my own accord before eating lunch the following day, and be engaged in video phone sex now?
Sasha Gusev had cast a sexual spell on me, and I had zero hopes of breaking free of it.
But do you really want to?
“Let me help you, babe. I’ll tell you exactly what to do to make yourself feel good, okay?”
Why? Why did he have to have an answer foreverything? This would be so much easier to walk away from if he didn’t.
Taking a few steadying breaths—easier said than done with how tightly I was wound—I agreed, “Okay.”
“Try not to overthink it. You’re gonna do exactly what I do, which is follow your body’s cues. It’s trial and error until you find the right spot, the right pace to drive you crazy. When you find it, you’ll know.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. That was easy for him to say. He apparently had some kind of secret map to all myright spots.
“Relax and let your hands wander. If you like how they feel on your tits, play with them for a while. If you want something more, reach between your thighs and explore.”
He made it sound so simple when it was anything but.
Blowing out a breath, I grew determined to give this a try. If it didn’t work out, at least I could gain satisfaction in being able to tell himI told you so.
“If it helps, you look so fucking hot that I’m about to blow my load all over myself again just staring at you.”
A laugh bubbled up from my chest.
“It’s not funny,” Sasha chastised, trying and failing to sound stern. “This is a real problem I’m dealing with over here.”
His ridiculousness broke some of the tension surrounding me, and I finally settled into the mattress, letting one hand tease over the skin of my inner thigh.
A hiss sounded through the phone as I finally dragged fingers through my slit, gliding through it easily with how wet I already was just from teasing my nipples and listening to Sasha’s dirty words.
My fingertips brushed against my clit, causing my hips to buck, demanding more.
“There you go,” Sasha coaxed. “Try different pressures and speed. Discover what you like.”
Using two fingers, I circled the sensitive, swollen bud, pressing down gently as I did so. A moan slipped past my lips at how good it felt. I could feel myself dripping onto the mattress as I upped my pace, gasping when the pleasure grew.
“That’s it. Breathtaking, baby. Keep going.” The words came out strained, like he was holding back his own release, waiting until I achieved mine.
Tingles gathered at my core, sparking in anticipation of catching fire. God, how I wanted to let it consume me.
I held my breath, the intensity growing, and my fingers grew frantic. They rubbed faster and harder, chasing that peak just out of reach.
“You’re right there, I can tell. Relax and let go.”
Relax? Was he out of his mind? I was strung so tight, every muscle in my body locked. The last thought I had was that I hoped he had a good view of my toes curling right before I exploded, an electric current flooding my veins as I screamed his name until my voice grew hoarse.
Violent tremors left me shaking as my hand fell away, unable to endure even the lightest touch with how sensitive my clit had become. My hearing was fuzzy. My limp limbs were splayed, unable to move. My heart hammered against my ribcage, trying to escape.
The most mind-blowing part of all was that I’d done it myself.
Well, almost.
The faraway grunts, curses, and gritted uttering of my name were a reminder of the man who had helped me realize that learning my body put me in control of my own pleasure.
What an incredible gift.
“That was more than I could have hoped for tonight, baby. You were stunning. I’ll be reliving it on repeat until I get back home.”
