“Are you touching yourself yet? Talk to me, sugar. Tell me everything.”
“Yes.” Her fingers drifted over her cotton-covered mound and she moaned when they rubbed her clit.
“That’s it.” His voice was deeper now.
It occurred to her that she didn’t know what he was doing. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you…” she swallowed the lump in her throat and tried again, “…are you hard for me?”
“Oh, yeah. My dick is as hard as a spike.”
His words aroused her further and she arched her hips upward, letting her fingers slip beneath the band of her panties. Her sex was hot and wet. “Are you touching yourself?”
Her voice was little more than a gasp.
“Yes. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my shaft, pumping up and down, all the while pretending it’s you who is touching me.”
“Mmm.” She wanted to touch him. Wanted to feel him. “What does it feel like?”
“Hard and hot. If you were here with me, I’d slide into your wet heat and take us both on the ride of our lives.”
“Jonah.” She whispered his name, needing more from him. She couldn’t believe she was actively involved in phone sex with a man she’d just met. But she felt a connection to Jonah. One that was undeniable. “What do you want me to do?”
“Take off your panties, sugar. And your nightshirt. I want you naked.”
Putting the phone aside, she sat up and yanked the T-shirt over her head and skimmed her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. Lying back, she tucked the phone next to her ear. She could hear perfectly and keep both hands free. “What now?”
“Touch your breasts. Feel the weight in your palms. Circle your nipples with your thumbs.”
She followed his instructions, touching herself. She’d found fulfillment while touching herself before, but it had felt nothing like this. Knowing Jonah was listening and imagining her naked pushed her arousal higher.
“What color are your nipples?”
Amanda licked her dry lips and looked down at herself. It was strange to watch her fingers as they teased the tips of her breasts. “Dark pink.”
“Ahh,” he sighed. “I thought so. They’d be ripe as a red berry if I had time to suck them.”
Her nipples tightened in response. She wanted him to touch her breasts. To rub his fingertips over her nipples before he suckled her with his wet, warm mouth.
His voice was strained, but at least he could still talk. She was having a hard time even breathing.
“Put your feet flat on the bed and spread your legs wide.” Jonah waited a second.
“Are you open for me?”
Doing as he asked, she pushed her legs as wide as they could go. “Yes.”
“Good,” he purred. “Some day you’ll do that for me in person. I’ll look at you first, and enjoy seeing your slick, pink folds. Then I’ll crawl between those thighs and eat you until you scream.”
“Jonah,” she cried. Her inner muscles clenched painfully as her hips arched off the bed. She continued to pluck at her nipples with her fingers. It wasn’t enough.
“Touch yourself between your thighs. Put one finger inside yourself as far as it will go.”
Panting, she let her hands slip between her legs. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Oh, yeah. My balls are so tight to my body they feel like they might burst.”
Satisfaction flowed through her at the thought. She wanted him to come. Wanted to hear him cry out his release. She slipped one finger past the opening of her core. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard. It wasn’t enough, so she added another one.
“Talk to me, sugar. Do you have one finger inside you?”
“Two,” she panted.
He groaned. “Make it three and stroke your clit. I can’t hold on much longer and I want to hear you scream.”
Every nerve ending in her body was alive and screaming for release. Her breasts felt heavy, the nubs puckered tight. She spread the lips of her sex wide, feathering her thumb over her swollen clit as she worked a third finger into her core. Cream slid from her as a light sheen of perspiration covered her skin.
“Harder.” She could hear the strain in Jonah’s voice. Knew he was close.
She worked her fingers in and out of her body. Through the phone, she could hear his deep breathing, hear him straining toward his own release. Amanda pushed harder, teasing her clit as she pressed her fingers deep. Her back arched. She dug her feet into the mattress and lifted her pelvis off the bed.
Heat slammed into her and she cried out. Her inner muscles convulsed, tightening around her fingers. She cried out again as she dropped back to the bed. Her body shook as the heat spread from her core to her entire body. She heard Jonah’s yell. It echoed in her ear and then there was silence.
Amanda wasn’t sure how long she lay there with her legs sprawled wide, but she stirred when a cold shiver raced over her. Reaching out, she snagged the covers and pulled them over her. She sighed and snuggled beneath the warmth. It was only then she realized that the phone had slipped lower and that someone was calling her name.
“Yes, I’m still here.” How could she have forgotten Jonah?
“How are you feeling?”
How did she feel? Replete, yet somewhat dissatisfied. “I feel good.”
“It will feel even better when I’m there with you. When I can run my fingers over every inch of your skin, when I can lick and taste every sweet spot of your body.”
Although she’d just had an amazing orgasm, her body stirred to life at his words.
Then she stilled. There was no longer any question of if they’d sleep together. The question had become when it would happen. After what they’d just done, she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted him more than any man she’d ever met. Why shouldn’t she have an affair with Jonah? As he said, they were both single and healthy. Why not?
Because your heart could get broken.
She ignored the voice of common sense and listened to the one she’d heard earlier. If she wanted an affair, she’d have one. She’d just be careful to keep her heart out of it. This was about sex, nothing more.
A noise drifted up from downstairs. Amanda stilled. Jonah started to say something, but she shushed him.
“What is it?” His voice changed in an instant. Gone was the sated lover and in his place was the hard man she’d first met.
“I think I hear something downstairs. It’s probably just the old water pipes or the house settling. I’m going to check.”
“Lock yourself in the bathroom and call the cops.”
“I will not.” She tucked the phone beneath her ear and pushed the covers back.
Sitting up, she looked around and found her panties. Grabbing them, she tugged them on.
“Wouldn’t that look great? Woman alone panics and calls police for nothing. I’m not some helpless female, Jonah. It’s nothing.”
She picked up her T-shirt and shook it out. “Hang on.” Ignoring Jonah’s tirade on the other end, she put down the phone and pulled her shirt on. Deciding she needed socks too, she went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a thick pair of athletic socks and pulled them on.
“Do you hear anything else?” he was asking when she finally picked up the phone again.
“No. Like I said, it’s probably just the house. It’s an old structure and I’m not familiar with all the noises yet.”
“I still think you should call the cops.”
She heard him rustling around. “What are you doing?”
“If you won’t call the cops, I’m coming over to check things out. I’m heading out the front door now.”
“That’s not really necessary.” She walked to the doorway and headed down the hall to the stairs. She wasn’t sure she wanted Jonah here, not after what they’d just done.