Julia
I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. I’d never done anything remotely close to this before. Hell, before I met Lachlan, I’d rarely taken any time to be self-indulgent.
But if I’d learned anything during our short time together, Lachlan would never judge me. He’d never use anything I did or said against me. With him, I was free to be who I was always meant to be.
And, my god, the idea of doing something like this sent a thrill through me.
“Take off your shirt,” Lachlan ordered, his voice husky with desire.
“Okay.”
I set the phone on the bed and did as he instructed, tossing my t-shirt onto the floor. I grabbed my cell again and settled back against the pillows, my heart hammering at the sensation of my sheets against my bare flesh.
“Let me see you, gorgeous.”
My breathing grew ragged and uneven, everything about this so damn erotic. I doubted it would take much to get me off tonight.
I slowly shifted my cell, allowing him to see my naked torso.
“Damn, baby.”
When he groaned and bit his lower lip, I knew he was stroking his cock. It was the same expression that always came over his face whenever he readied himself to enter me. What I wouldn’t give for him to be here. To thrust into me. To push my body to its limits.
Hell, past its limits.
“Touch your breast.”
“Not my clit?”
“No, baby. Not yet. I’m going to fucking torture you, because being so far from you is such a cruel torture for me. Cruel and beautiful and agonizing at the same time.”
“My god,” I whimpered, hand cupping my breast, instinct and craving taking over as I kneaded the flesh.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His voice grew excited, more breathy. “Pinch your nipple. Pretend it’s my teeth.”
I took my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle tug.
“Harder.”
I licked my lips, squeezing a little more.
“Harder,” he grunted, jaw clenched, muscles tense.
“Go easy or you’re going to come,” I teased.
“I’m not even bloody touching myself yet.”
“You’re not?”
“Trust me. It’s an exercise in extreme restraint. As much as I love being first at my job, I always plan on coming second with you. Now, squeeze that nipple harder.”
I did as he asked, throwing my head back as I reveled in the sensation, squeezing my thighs together in search of some sort of release.
Release I feared Lachlan was in no hurry to give me.
“Remember our first night together?” he asked. “How hard you came when I finger fucked you and bit your nipple at the same time.”
“How could I forget?” I panted, tugging my nipple harder, wishing it were enough to extinguish the flames coursing through me. But I doubted anything could.