I slide my hand down and cup myself before inserting two fingers. I’m already wet from the show he’s giving me as I sink down on them. My palm rubs my clit, and I moan at the friction it causes.
“That’s it,” he says in a strained voice. “Add another finger and go deeper.”
I add another one and move my hips as I grind against my hand. His words and the visuals he is giving me are pushing me to the edge.
“My cock is rock hard for you, Olivia.” He strokes hard and fast. “It’s you who does this to me…onlyyou. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
His words are like fuel to my soul as he reassures me and lets it be known that he only has eyes for me. “I understand,” I say breathlessly.
“Slide two fingers into your mouth for me,” he demands. “Iwant you to imagine it’s me. Show me how much you want my cock buried deep inside that greedy mouth of yours.”
I bring my fingertips to my lips before swirling my tongue around them and sucking them hard. I imagine it’s him as I slide them out and bring them back in. With each hard suck I do, I feel myself rub harder against my palm. It’s turning me on so much to know he’s watching, and getting off to the sight of me.
“You’ve got me so worked up right now,” he pants. “Fuck, I need that mouth and pussy on me.” I hear his hand movements in the distance as I tilt my head back and arch my body. Releasing my fingers with a pop, I touch my breast and pinch my nipple hard.
“Cum for me now.” He growls out the order, and my body instantly obeys him. I fall off the edge as my walls pulse against my fingers. His name leaves my lips at the same time he moans mine. My body floods with sensations as my orgasm tears through me with a force that leaves me shaking with aftershocks.
I hear him panting hard on the phone as we land together. I slowly withdraw my hand and sink back against the tub. The warm water washes over me and calms the last of my tremors as they slowly fade away.
“Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely.
I glance at the phone, and his stomach and chest glisten from his release. He still has his hand around himself as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” He disappears, and I wash myself off before stepping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around me. I bring the phone with me as I quickly brush my teeth and let my hair down, running a brush through it before turning out the light and crawling into bed.
I’m suddenly bone tired as I snuggle under the covers andwait for him to return. I don’t get the chance to see him again because sleep pulls me under seconds later.
Blinking my eyes open,sunlight pours into my bedroom. I push the hair out of my eyes and reach for my phone to see what time it is. Instead of the clock, though, Miles’s sleeping form fills my screen.
Thoughts of last night surface, and I realize I must have fallen asleep before he came back on. I’m surprised he didn’t just hang up on me. Instead, he kept me on the line all night.
Even in his sleep, he’s beautiful. He has the phone propped up, and I have the perfect view of him as he lies there. He has light scruff on his face this morning, and his full lips are parted slightly as I hear his soft breathing. His dark hair is messy, giving him the sexy bed hair look, and my fingers beg to run through the soft waves.
His long, dark lashes flutter briefly before they open. He sees me watching him, and a slow, sexy smile appears.
“Well, this is a sight I could get used to waking up to every morning. How did you sleep, beautiful?” His deep, gravelly voice in the morning has me wishing I were there, so I could feel it vibrate against my skin.
“I actually slept like a baby,” I smile. “I must have fallen asleep on you last night. Why didn’t you hang up?”
“And miss this morning's view? Never.” He grins. “Besides, I was enjoying all the cute little sounds you make in your sleep. I even heard my name a few times. It sounded like you had another sex dream about me. A very good sex dream.” His eyes smile in amusement on his smug face.
“You did not hear your name,” I laugh. “If I did talk in my sleep, you probably misunderstood. It was probablyLylethatyou heard. I met him the other day at the grocery store. He was super sweet and helped me pick out my produce.” I lift the covers over my mouth to hide my grin.
“You forget how small this town is. I grew up here,” he chuckles. “Lyle, theproduceguy, is nearing seventy. I didn’t peg you for having a thing for senior citizens, but if I have to fight Lyle for you, then so be it. All’s fair in love and war.”
“You will not hurt, Lyle,” I giggle. “He’s the sweetest man ever.”
“Then don’t have sex dreams about him, and I won’t have a reason to.”
“I didn’t have a sex dream about him!” I laugh.
“So admit it was me, and Lyle will happily get to enjoy another day of stacking fruit.”
“If Ididhave a sex dream last night, which I’m NOT saying I did,” I add, “You have a good probability of being in it.”
“I’ll take that half-assed confession, but only because we both know the truth.”
“Which is?” I ask, knowing I’m setting myself up, but can’t resist the temptation.
