Part 12 (2/2)
She gasped, then squirmed in the chair. She wanted to touch herself, to ease the building pressure. But she couldn't. Not with one hand on the phone and the other in her mouth. Did he know that?
”Your turn,” he said after a few seconds. From his indrawn breath and labored tone, she could tell he was imagining himself in her mouth, too.
Audra hesitated, not sure what to say. Usually phone s.e.x was down-and-dirty instructions. Touch this, do that. Imagine me this way.
But with Jesse? She felt she had to dig deeper. To reach inside and really ask herself how to make this a special experience. To make it about more than simple physical release.
And d.a.m.n if that didn't scare her.
”Audra?”
”Yeah. Um, hang on, I'm rolling the dice.” She sucked in a breath and told herself to get a grip. s.e.x was s.e.x. And she'd never run from s.e.x.
”Even,” she told him, looking at the snake eyes. ”So you have to tell me the truth.”
”Okay,” he drew out. He sounded a little unsure.
Ha, served him right. He'd pushed her emotional b.u.t.tons, she was gonna push his.
”Tell me, truthfully...what's your ultimate s.e.xual fantasy?”
His laugh was low and slightly wicked. More wicked than she'd have thought a good boy would sound.
”Ooh, this sounds like a good one.”
”I don't know if I can say it over the phone,” Jesse admitted.
”Sure you can. Just pretend you're with me. We're lying together in a dark room, and you're whispering in my ear.”
Would he share? How truthful would he be? He'd agreed, and Audra had the impression that Jesse's word was gold. So if he bared his soul and shared his real fantasy, how s.e.xy was this gonna get? She was willing to bet it was either one of two fantasies. The tie-'em-up-in-the-bedroom naughtiness, or the two-women-pleasuring-him scenario.
Audra glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes until closing. Screw it.
”Hang on,” she ordered.
She flew from the chair to the front of the store. A quick glance outside a.s.sured her n.o.body was heading toward the boutique. With a flick of her wrist, the door was locked. A quick tug had the blinds drawn.
”Okay, start talking,” she demanded as she headed down the hall toward the dressing room.
”Well,” he started, sounding uncomfortable, ”I guess it starts with dinner.”
”Dinner?” Audra pulled the phone away from her ear to give it a baffled look, then shrugged. Without bothering to turn on the lights, she dropped to the couch and lay her head on the arm, with one leg thrown over the back. ”Like, what? A family dinner? Dinner out at a restaurant? What?”
”No, dinner in. Candlelight, roses, wine. Just me and, well, in this case, you.”
She grinned. ”Me, huh? So you've had this fantasy recently?”
”Oh, yeah. It's been getting a lot of mileage this last week. Although the memory of you on that couch in your dressing room has been replayed a number of times, too.”
”I'm on that couch now,” Audra said in a husky tone.
Jesse groaned.
”Nope, no sidetracking,” she demanded. ”So we're having a candlelit dinner?”
”No. I'm sitting at the table. The room is dark except the candle flames. Soft rock, something with a solid beat but not a lot of lyrics, plays in the background.”
Audra heard a creak, as if he was settling back in his chair or something. He sounded more relaxed, like he was getting into the story.
”Sounds pretty,” she said softly. It did. Very romantic and nice. Not really a turn-on, though. Oh, well, so the guy didn't have a wild imagination. He was definitely talented with his hands and had one wild mouth. Phone s.e.x might have added more to her fascination with him, so this was probably just as well.
”You walk in,” he continued, ”completely nude. Except for thigh-high leather boots, of course.”
”Of course,” she agreed, swallowing a surprised chuckle. So maybe he wasn't so tame, if he wanted her, naked, for dinner. ”Am I carrying food or something? Maybe serving you dinner?”
”Nope, there's a sideboard filled with everything I need.”
”Need? Like...?”
”You come to me and lean over for a kiss. It's hot, a lot of tongue. Like we're battling it out for who gets to be boss. The winner will eat dessert off the other's body.”
Oh. Audra hummed her appreciation of the image, her eyes dropping to slits as she imagined eating off Jesse's hard body. Yeah, that was working for her.
”I win, of course.”
”Why?”
”Because it's my fantasy,” he said with a laugh.
Audra frowned. Wouldn't a guy's fantasy lean toward being pleasured?
”I grab you, kind of quick and rough, and you give this breathy little moan and curl up on my lap. You run your hands over my body, using your nails a little to sc.r.a.pe at my skin. Nothing hard or painful, just a little wild.”
Her breath short, she ran her tongue over her bottom lip to wet it.
”I grab a jar of chocolate-b.u.t.terscotch fudge off the table,” he told her.
Audra sighed in pleasure. Her favorite flavor. How perfect.
”I scoop it up with my fingers. I rub some on your lips, and you lick it off. Then you lie back in my arm so I have full access to your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach.”
Audra curved her hand over one of her already aching b.r.e.a.s.t.s and squeezed.
”My hands sticky with the chocolate, I hold your b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing at the same time I flick your nipples. I lick the chocolate off your mouth, careful to get that little drip from your chin. You taste delicious.” His voice trailed off and she heard the snick of a zipper through the phone. Eyes closed, Audra smiled her pleasure and with one last tweak of her nipple, slid her hand down to the hem of her skirt.
She pulled it up, then pressed her fingers to her damp panties.
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