Chapter 31: The Offer
"Incoming call," Orlando growls. "Hold on, let me reject it." A couple of seconds later, he sounds much better. "Now, where were we?"
"You were telling me to keep touching myself," I say.
"Oh, yes. Keep touching yourself, but imagine it's me there instead. It's me caressing you between your legs. Me sliding my finger in and out of you. Me massaging your clit with my thumb."
I moan again. Imagining him anywhere near me intensifies everything a hundred times. I've never felt anything like this before. He's not even touching me, and I'm falling apart.
"But I'd do more than that," he says, his voice so raw it's almost unrecognizable. "If I were that close to you, I wouldn't be able to resist leaning down and having a taste. I'd lick you from your clit all the way down to your - "