MoreThanWords by Karla Doyle Read Free Book Online Page B

hips and let it hit the floor. I’d run my hands over your ass,
down the back of your legs, up the inside of your thighs.
    “And then what?” The cursor blinked, but nothing else popped
up in answer. Ten seconds, thirty, a full minute. Still nothing. Are you
still there?
    Yeah.
    I thought maybe you got disconnected.
    No, Calli, I’m waiting for you.
    To do what? This is where being one of the world’s
most inexperienced thirty-one-year-olds became glaringly obvious. She didn’t
have a clue what she was supposed to have done.
    To tell me to keep going. That you want more.
    I thought you liked having full control.
    I do. But I’ll only ever do things you want.
    Oh god. It was as if he knew her secret desires. I want.
Don’t stop.
    Take off your blouse and skirt. Keep the bra and panties.
    She didn’t ask why. Just did as he’d asked, or rather, told.
Goose bumps rippled over her arms, breasts and stomach as she got next-to-naked
in her living room for a man who couldn’t see her.
    I took them off. And left them on.
    Good. I wish I could see you.
    Me too. Knowing it wasn’t going to happen made it
easy to say.
    Where are you—at a desk, in bed?
    On my couch with the laptop.
    Put it beside you. Lick your fingertips and touch your
nipples. Play with them. Squeeze them. Until they’re so hard it’s almost
unbearable to touch them anymore.
    She slipped her fingers inside her bra. Her nipples were
already hard, they’d been that way since he first mentioned control. Still, she
obeyed, rubbing and tickling her breasts. Plucking her nipples until the
lightest touch made her jerk.
    They’re so hard…I don’t think they’ve ever been this hard
before.
    Does it feel good?
    God yes. It feels so good. I never touch them this much. She pictured him smiling at that, then tugged at them again.
    Do you wish it was me touching your breasts?
    Mind reader. Yes.
    If I were with you, I wouldn’t stop at your breasts. I’d
be sliding my hand down your stomach right now…under the edge of your panties.
Describe them to me.
    Calli tipped her head for a better look. Not the most risqué
pair she owned, but cute. They’re low-rise boy-cut shorts with a little bow
on the front. They match the bra.
    Very nice. Sexy in an innocent way, like you.
    She slipped one hand under the polka-dotted fabric and
headed straight for her clit. Touching herself in the middle of the living
room. With the lights on, while sexting with a hot bass player who for some
unfathomable reason was interested in her. Interested enough to seek her out
and come bearing a Scrabble board. Crazy. Crazier yet was hitting send on the
message she’d pecked with her free hand.
    It’s wet in my panties. Hot too.
    You’re killing me.
    Want me to stop?
    Not a fucking chance, sweetheart. I want you to finger
yourself until you come. I want you to tell me exactly what you’re doing and
how it feels.
    Only if you do the same.
    You want me to finger myself?
    She pictured him grinning at the screen…the sexy smile lines
by his almond-shaped eyes, the slight dimples in his cheeks. If that’s how
you like it…
    I think I’ll go with stroking instead.
    She hadn’t asked where he lived, but it couldn’t be too far,
since he’d dropped by the store twice in as many days. Right now he might as
well be in the room. Heat washed over her at the mental image of Travis, legs
extended, cock in his hand. His eyes would be on her while he palmed his
length, over and over. She circled her clit, brushing her fingertips over it at
the top of each pass. Lightly at first, harder as the need to come surged. She
ditched the teasing circles for full-contact rubbing, edging closer and closer
to climax with each second.
    Until the laptop beeped at her. Calli. Talk to me.
    She groaned and pecked out a quick message. Can’t type
while I’m…you know. Need another hand.
    Travis’ reply was immediate. I have two you can use.
    So come over and use them, why don’t you? She sent
the message