Free Wild for Him by Jill Sorenson Page A

touch him again.
    They spoke on the phone almost every night. She’d tell him about her day, and he’d listen with genuine interest. Their exchanges often became heated. She was having better sex in this relationship than all the others combined—and they’d only done it once in person.
    So far their cyber-encounters had been varied and imaginative. Mitch was awkward at dirty talk, which she found incredibly hot. He stammered and groaned a lot. His breath quickened when she described what she was doing. His responses were so earnest. It was obvious he’d never done anything like this before.
    Neither had she.
    He’d grown bolder over the past month, using more graphic language and making very specific requests. At his urging, she’d touched herself in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She’d gotten off in the bathtub, soapsuds clinging to her breasts. She’d climaxed on all fours on the living room couch. She’d stroked herself slowly to the sound of his voice, and climaxed in seconds with the help of her vibrator.
    Although she hadn’t sent him any naked pictures, she’d been feeling naughty this afternoon at work. She’d slipped her phone under her skirt and snapped a photo of her lacy red panties. The shadow of her pubic hair was apparent beneath the sheer fabric. She texted the image to him, her heart racing.
    His response made her laugh out loud: brb, masturbating .
    Now she was home, lying in bed. He’d promised to call at the usual time. Her hands itched to get started. There would be no preliminary conversation tonight. She just wanted to touch herself, imagining him touching her.
    The arrangement wasn’t completely satisfying, of course. If self-pleasure was enough, no one would bother with a partner. She longed for his heavy weight on top of her and his callused palms on her skin. Her hands were too soft and small.
    Her vibrator, while effective, couldn’t compete with him.
    She picked up her phone to check the clock. He was late. That wasn’t like him. Maybe he hadn’t been joking earlier, and he’d already gotten off. She waited ten more minutes, her nipples tight and her sex pulsing. Then her phone rang.
    Finally.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I got hung up.”
    “It’s okay.” She’d fallen asleep on the couch once and missed his call entirely, so she could forgive a late start.
    “I liked your text today.”
    Her pulse kicked up a notch. “I liked yours, too.”
    “Are you still wearing those panties?”
    “Yes.”
    “What else?”
    “Nothing.”
    His sharp intake of breath excited her. “Take another picture.”
    She smiled at the request. “Why don’t you take one?”
    “Of what?”
    “Whatever comes up.”
    He laughed, a deep rumble that sent shivers along her spine.
    She was just teasing; she didn’t really expect him to send her a dick pic. “Speaking of photos, I found another good one online.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    She often browsed the web for tattoo art. Some of the images were pornographic, which was par for the course on the internet. Last week she’d come across one of a man with tattooed shoulders going down on a pretty blonde. Her face was contorted in ecstasy.
    When she’d mentioned the picture to Mitch, he’d looked it up and said a lot of hot things about wanting Gwen in the same position.
    “It shows a dark-haired woman with half-sleeves.”
    “Like yours?”
    “Kind of. She’s on her knees in front of a man.”
    “Doing what?”
    “Sucking his cock.”
    “Describe it.”
    “It’s big. Like yours.”
    He cleared his throat. “What’s she wearing?”
    “A frilly apron. It makes a bow in the middle of her back. Her head is turned toward the camera, so you can see her mouth on him. But she’s also bent forward, so you can see…”
    “Her pussy?”
    “Yes.”
    “Send me a link.”
    She did, waiting patiently for him to check it out.
    “I want you like that,” he said, a moment later. “I want your mouth.”
    Sliding a hand into her