the phone.”
“I’ve never had phone sex!” Abby tried to
sound scandalized, but she only managed to sound intrigued.
“Awww, you’ve been missing out.” Not that
he had phone sex often, but it had happened. When he’d hook up with a buckle
bunny and move on to the next town, sometimes Cade would keep the relationship
going long distance until it got boring. As much as he adored Abby, he hadn’t
been a monk. For years, he given up – but now, now he wasn’t taking no for an
answer. He knew what he wanted and he knew that no one else did it for him –
only her. If he couldn’t have her, he wanted to at least know he’d done
everything in his power to try.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,
Cade.” Abby had to be careful. He must never catch on to what had happened or
how she really felt. The one thing she dreaded more than anything else was
seeing pity in Cade’s eyes.
“It’ll be fun. I’ll help. You just follow
my directions and listen to my voice.” Cade lay spread-eagle on his bed with
the covers thrown back. Just hearing Abby’s voice and knowing she was lying
there listening to him was a turn-on. Helpless to do otherwise, he ran his hand
over his cock and cupped his balls. “Take off your gown for me, Abby. I’m naked
and I want to know you are too.”
“Cade!” she protested. But the thought of
him, naked, his beautiful male body warm and touchable from the shower made
Abby shiver. God, she was tempted. He couldn’t see her. Besides, this was the
most excitement she’d ever had in bed. Quickly, before she could change her
mind, Abby took off her shirt, pushed down her shorts and trembled. “Okay, I
did it.” God, her nipples were like ice chips and she’d never been wetter.
“Good girl.” Cade smiled. He stroked his
cock. It was still erect and aching. “Okay, listen to me. I want you to run
your hands over your body. Close your eyes, and start at your face. Soothe your
palms down your neck, and on down to your chest. Do it, Abby.”
She couldn’t help herself. Following his
command, she ran her fingers over her skin. It felt so good. It was almost like
he was in bed with her. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend Cade was
touching her. God, she’d give ten years of her life to know what it was like to
be loved by Cade—even if he was worrisome.
“Talk to me, Abby. What are you feeling?”
He hungered to know, to feel, to imagine.
“A headache coming on.” Not true, but she
couldn’t let him know the truth. It would be like arming a nuclear missile.
She’d tried to sound sarcastic. But her voice was too breathy, he had to know
how he was affecting her.
Cade smiled. “Believe me; this will make
you feel better. An orgasm is the best headache medicine in the world. Touch
your breasts, Honey. Cup them and rub all around, but don’t touch your nipples,
not yet.”
“Hmmmmm.” She sighed, she couldn’t help
it. Her breasts were sensitive and what she was doing felt so good. Round and
round her areolas she went. Abby wanted to touch her nipples. She wanted him to
touch her nipples.
“What color are they?”
“Pink, a deep rosy pink.” She answered
before she thought. Cade groaned.
“Pull them for me, tease them, play with
them.”
“What are you doing?” She asked with desperation.
Abby needed to know, she wanted to see him in her mind. “Tell me, Cade.” She
begged, following his instructions, caressing her breasts. She wished they were
bigger. If they were bigger, it might make up for…
“You know what I’m doing,” he answered.
Cade was pumping his cock, working it from root to tip. “I’m pretending my hand
is yours. You’re stroking me.”
“God,” she moaned, writhing. The idea that
he imagined it was her touching him – turned her inside out. She couldn’t be
still. Her hips lifted off the bed, and she was clenching and unclenching the
muscles of her sex. Abby was so turned on, she wanted to cry. “Cade!”
“Put