Free Champagne Rules by Susan Lyons

hurt.
    Suzanne let out a sigh, made up of equal parts relief, pride and arousal. Now there was a turn-on!
    And now it’s your turn. Let’s concentrate on your pleasure now. Are you ready?
    She groaned. Was she? Could she really do what he was suggesting?
    Yes. SEND.
    Then be patient, give me a few minutes and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.
    She waited nervously. What was he typing? When the message came, she sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then clicked it open.
    Here we go, lover. Is your hand between your legs? Mine is there, in my mind, and let me tell you what it’s doing. She drew a shaky breath and let her hand drift down again. It’s stroking your silky, satiny, hot swollen flesh. As I stroke, your body moves with my hand, pressing against me, letting me know how you feel, telling me how you want to be touched. We’re both totally focused on the place where my hand meets your body. I’m limp from that earth-shattering orgasm you gave me, yet amazingly I feel my own body stir to life as I see the way you respond to me.
    Oh! He’d left the Crete scenario and was creating something new. It’s the sexiest thing in the world, feeling how much you want my touch.
    All I want to do is pleasure you, and your body is squirming, pressing, your hips are lifting and circling, you’re telling me with every move that the tension is building.
    I slip a finger inside you, feel your muscles contract around me, your body rock against me. I’m hard again and I know that’s what you really want, so I take my finger out, suck it so I can taste you, then ease my cock into you, and your pussy is so tight and hot and wet all around me, and you’re moaning, those little sighing, panting moans you make. God, Suzanne, I love those sexy sounds you make.
    I reach down and with my thumb I press your clit and your body bucks, and now I’m circling that swollen nub as I thrust into you faster and harder, and you can feel the pressure building, the climax approaching, and you twist your body against me, demanding the release you need. And I want to give it to you, Suzanne. I want you to come. Now, Suzanne.
    “Jaxon!” She cried out his name as her body clutched and spasmed.
    * * *
    “This had better be good,” Rina grumbled as she dropped into the last chair at the sidewalk table at Sophie’s Cosmic Café.
    “I had to move a clarinet lesson and deal with the dratted bridge traffic.” She lived on the North Shore, over the Lion’s Gate Bridge.
    “Well, I had to reschedule a client,” Ann said. “And catch a cab from Georgia and Burrard at noon, along with three dozen other businesspeople.”
    “I was free as the wind.” Jenny grinned. “Being self-employed has a heck of a lot going for it.” Her grin widened. “Plus, this could count as research. It could be fun to do an article on internet dating.”
    “Sex,” Suzanne murmured, just as Ann said, “Been done too many times already, but—” She broke off. “Did someone say sex?”
    Flushing, Suzanne leaned forward and beckoned them all to do the same. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted anyone overhearing. “Internet sex. I’ve been having IM sex.”
    “IM? Instant messaging?” Rina queried, but Jenny’s voice overrode her. “Holy crap, woman, tell all! With caveman?”
    “Yes. With Jaxon. That’s his name. Spelled with an ‘x’ rather than a ‘c-k.’ He lives in San Francisco.”
    “Obviously you decided to reply to his e-mail,” Ann said dryly.
    “Monday night. And we’ve been e-mailing back and forth and . . .”
    “And having IM sex?” Rina finished, her dark brows drawn together in puzzlement. “How on earth do you have IM sex?”
    Suzanne knew her cheeks were fiery by now. Jenny saved her by saying, “Get a grip, Rina, use a little imagination. Think of how you have phone sex.”
    “Phone sex? What, exactly, do you do with the phone?” Rina asked with pseudo-innocence.
    They all burst out laughing.
    “Seriously,” Rina