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"Rebecca?" Gavin's voice was low.
"Is that who you wanted to call?" She pulled the comforter down on the bed and plumped her pillows into place.
"It sounds like I got the right number." His voice was sexier than ever in the darkness of the room.
"Are you in bed?" she asked, licking the dryness from her lips, hoping he was calling her from some place private, that he hadn't misinterpreted the game.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Not yet. I need to undress first." Her stomach tensed. This was the moment of truth. Was he going to play along? He was silent, not giving her any indication he was onboard yet. She swallowed the lump in her throat and lowered her voice to just more than a whisper. "What do you sleep in?"
"Nothing." His laughter was soft, deep in his throat. "What about you?"
"Usually more than that, but tonight I think I'll try it your way."
"I bet you'd look great in nothing." His voice spurred her on, made her want to please him, to let him please her.
"Close your eyes and picture me. I just untied the robe and now I'm slipping it over my shoulder." She switched the phone to her other ear. "And my other shoulder."
"Where is it now?" The urgency in his voice heated her.
"On the floor around my feet." She could tell by the way he exhaled he had painted a nice image of her in his mind. "Where's your hand?" she asked.
"On the phone."
He was going to make her work every step of the way, but that was fine, she didn't want to rush. "Your other hand?"
"Around my cock."
Oh yes, he was ready to play this game and the abandon of his words spooled her. She moaned softly, letting him know how much she liked the image he gaveher. "If I was in your bed that's where I'd be. That's exactly where I'd be."
"Around my cock?" He wasn't finished with her yet, not ready to let her hurry past this, or get away with vagueness, and she didn't have any intention of letting him down.
"I'd be all around your cock. Warm and wet. My whole body so soft against the hardness of yours. I love how strong you are, how safe that makes me feel, like I can fall apart and you'll hold me together." Her voice was husky full of breath, the same tone that used to melt Todd. "I want to please you, make you need me as much as I need you."
"You're so sexy, so wild," he said. "I'll make you come so hard. Are you ready for that? Will you let me do that for you?"
"I'm so ready. I'll do anything you want me to do."
"Where's your hand?" he asked.
"On my stomach. Waiting for you to tell me which way to go with it."
"Are you in bed yet?"
She lay back on the mattress, made herself comfortable. "Now I am."
"Take your hand to your breast. I love the feel of your breasts."
"Umm." He wanted control and she wanted to give it to him, to let him take her where she wanted to go. "How would you touch my breast right now?" she asked.
"I'd cradle it. Feel every curve. The weight of it. The softness. It's so soft, so tempting I can't resist a taste. I have to taste your nipple. Do you like that?"
"I do like that," she said, wetting her fingers with her mouth then circling the hardened peak. She brought her knees up. "I like that so much. You have me so wet."
"Slide your hand down your stomach, that soft flat stomach of yours. Don't stop until you can tell me just how wet you are."
She gasped when she reached her slick heat. He responded with a groan. "I'm so wet," she said. "And oh my God, I'm so swollen. My fingers. They ... they slip in before I can stop them."
"How many?" His voice was strained. She was having the exact effect she wanted to have on him. Doing as much for him as he was for her.
"Two." She arched her back, pushing her breasts in the air, wishing he was there to take them, to take her.
"Are they in you now?" His breath was heavier than before.
"Uh hum. I wish it was you. I want you inside me."
"Make it three," he demanded.
"It's three," she responded, her breath in her throat.
"Go deeper." His voice was lower, so close to ear.
"Oooh..." she moaned. "Oh my God."
"I want to be in you," he said. "To feel how hot and wet you are."
"I feel you in me." She licked her lips, reaching deeper.
"Do you feel how hard I am?"
"You are so hard. So. So. Hard."
"I'm so far inside of you." His breath was heavier still. "Stroking so deep into you."
"I want more," she begged. "Please give me more." The phone nearly slipped from her hand.
"I'm as far as you want me to be. As deep as you want me to go."
"Don't stop," she whimpered, moving her hand to a rhythm that was soon going to take her over the edge.
"I'm not stopping," he promised. His breath was coming as fast as hers. "I won't stop."