March (Calendar Girl #3) by Audrey Carlan Read Free Book Online Page B

have me do?” Right then, the conversation took a different turn. One I’d never tried but was eager to explore.
    I heard his tongue cluck as if he’d held it against the roof of his mouth and then let it go the moment I finished speaking.
    “Well, first, I’d place my hands on your knees and direct you to open them, baring yourself. Do you remember doing that, Mia? I can still feel how hot and wet you were on my fingers.”
    With my free hand I touched my kneecap and traced a small circle around it. “I remember. What next?”  
    He groaned through the line, and I set the phone down for a second, grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off in one quick sweep, tossing it across the room, and brought the phone back up to my ear. 
    I caught Wes mid-sentence. “…my hands would slide down your legs, holding you open, just so I could look at you. Watch you get wetter. Then I’d take a finger and touch the very tip of your pretty clit. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
    I bit down on my lip and moaned softly. “God, yes.”
    “What are you wearing right now?” Wes asked.
    “I took off my dress when you started talking, um, dirty to me. Now I’m lying on my bed, alone in the house, no one around, just you and me, in an emerald green bra and panties. What are you wearing?” I closed my eyes feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I couldn’t believe we were doing this, but damned if it wasn’t an incredible turn on.
    Wes groaned through the line. “Just a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. You know the kind.”
    Boy did I ever. Wes’s pajama bottoms were made of the softest cotton known to man. During my time with him, I loved pulling them on after sex or first thing in the morning. I even stole a pair. Not that I’d admit it.
    “Are you hard, baby?” I tried out the endearment. It felt good on my tongue. Other things would feel better if he wasn’t two thousand miles away.
    “Fucking hell. I’m so hard for you Mia, I’m seeping at the top.”
    “Use your thumb, and rub it around the tip. You remember what it feels like to have my hand around your cock?”
    “Fuck yeah, I do.”
    “Do it. Close your eyes and run your hand up and down, slowly at first. Imagine it’s mine running up and down the long length. Use your thumb to rub the wetness around, along every groove, especially the part I’d swirl my tongue around. If I was there, I’d wet your entire dick licking all along the length before flicking the sensitive part under the crown with the tip of my tongue.”
    Wes moaned through the connection. I could hear his breath coming and going in faster bursts of air. “What would you direct me to do?”
    “Remove your panties,” he demanded. I shoved the green panties down and flung them aside with my foot. “You bare for me, sweetheart?”
    “Yes,” I lifted my hips as if a phantom Wes was above me and I was attempting to touch my body with his.
    “Cup your pussy just like I would do if I was there right now. I’d grip it hard, you know how I like it.”
    “Possessive,” I barely got out as I tilted my head back doing as he asked. The pleasure was extreme, running through my entire body like a jolt of lightening.
    “That’s right. I’d possess that sweet cunt. And while you rotated your hips around, trying to get relief, I’d press two fingers in at once. Follow my lead, Mia.”
    I did as he asked, pressing two fingers deep into my sex. Ribbons of heat rippled through my womb, and over my stomach, and up to my chest where my breasts were full and heavy. The twin points were erect and scratching against the satin. Delectable. So good.
    “Now, remember when I took control of that pussy when we were on your bike?” I groaned in reply, nonsensical moans leaving my lips as I recalled his thick fingers pressing in and out of me, hooking just right, pulling me up his body from behind by his hold on my most sensitive place. “Hook those fingers deep, sweetheart. Just like I would.”
    I tried and