Eva made a noise like she couldn’t help it.
“And then I’d slip two fingers inside you—slow and deep. I’d hook themjustright, the way you like, and I wouldn’t stop until you were grabbing at the sheets, trying to come.”
“Lex,” she moaned. “Fuck.”
I bit my lip. “You’d be soaked, baby. Your thighs slick, your back arching. You’d say my name like it’s the only word you know.”
Eva groaned again—high and helpless. “Tell me what you’re doing right now. Are you still touching yourself?”
I let my eyes flutter shut and slipped my fingers lower, easing through slick heat. “Uh huh.”
She whimpered. “Tell me, Lex.”
My hips tilted off the mattress instinctively. “I’m already so wet for you, Eva. You get me there just by saying my name.”
“I want it in my mouth,” she moaned. “I want to taste how much you miss me.”
God.
I let my legs fall open and imagined her between them—her braids falling forward, her tongue slow and greedy, her hands gripping my thighs to keep me from moving. I let that image live behind my eyelids as my fingers circled and pressed my clit.
“Are you picturing it?” she asked breathlessly. “Me sucking on you, slow at first—then deeper. Until you’re shaking.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
I could hear her shifting again, her own hand moving in rhythm with mine. There was a muffled moan, the kind she only made when she was past the point of no return.
“I’d hold your thighs open,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’d kiss you like I’m starved. Like you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
I bit down on a soft moan, trying not to be too loud even though no one could hear me.
“Eva—” Her name broke from me, helpless and real. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. I can hear it in your voice.” Her words were a tremble. “Come for me, Lex. I want to hear what I do to you even from a thousand miles away.”
The last of my composure unraveled with her voice in my ear. My stomach clenched and my thighs shook as I slipped over the edge. My back arched as I chased my orgasm. Eva’s voice became the only thing tethering me to the present. And then, with a soft gasp and a rush of heat, I came—quiet, shuddering, completely hers.
I heard her fall apart seconds later, my name slipping from her lips.
For a long moment, we didn’t speak. We breathed together in the dark.
When Eva eventually spoke, her voice was soft and raw. “God, I needed that.”
A slow smile curved my lips. “You aren’t the only one.”
I shifted onto my back, heart still thudding, skin buzzing. My hand found the edge of the sheet and pulled it up, not for warmth but for comfort. Like it could substitute for her.
“I wish I could curl up next to you,” she sighed. “I’d be out in ten seconds.”
“Same,” I murmured.
“I hate that I can’t touch you.”
The ache in her words mirrored the one settling in my chest. “I know. Me, too.”
“I keep reaching for you in my sleep,” she admitted. “My hands just—” She exhaled. “It’s muscle memory at this point.”
I blinked at the ceiling, willing myself not to get choked up. “We’ll be back together soon enough.”
