Free WiredinSin by Lea Barrymire Page A

heat pooling between her thighs. She was melting just as surely as the
chocolate he was whispering about. Shaky legs barely carried her back to her
chair.
    Before she could try to bring her imagination back from the
brink of insanity, he continued in that sinful voice. “Do you know what I want
you to do with that chocolate, Victoria? I want you to break off one square,
place it on your tongue and tell me what you taste, smell, feel. I want all of
it. Hold nothing back from me.”
    She did as bidden just so he’d continue talking to her that
way. She’d shared intimacies with thousands of males, but none had pulled her
into the moment like he was doing. None had captivated her mind and body so
easily with a few words. She wanted to strip off her pants and masturbate to
his voice. He could read the weather report, anything, as long as she could
bury her fingers in her dripping cunt and bring herself to orgasm. Even that
image had her empty channel clenching and releasing a burst of lust so strong
she nearly blacked out.
    “Nick, love. I’ll do as you wish but while I describe the
treat I’m about to wrap my lips around I want you to wrap your hand around that
hard cock of yours. I know I’m going to be fully satisfied from this little
snack. I want you to be as well.” The hitch in his breathing told her that she’d
surprised him. The following moan had her eyes closing as she imagined him
freeing his cock and giving it a stroke or two. She couldn’t help pushing him
just a little further. “Mmm, that feels better doesn’t it? Tell me, are you
hard for me? Do you have pearls of pre-cum forming for me?”
    “Vic, gods, I’m so hard. I’ve been hard since I saw the
caller ID flash with your name. If I close my eyes I can see you on a bed,
spread wide and dripping for me. Now take that piece of chocolate and let it
melt on your tongue. Tell me what you taste, what you feel.”
    She did as directed with one hand, breaking off a small
piece of chocolate so dark that it looked black against her desk. Sliding it
into her mouth was a sensual torture. She held the phone close to her lips,
knowing he could hear ever slick sound. A small moan slid between her lips as
the first taste hit her tongue. Smooth, silky perfection melted instantly in
the heat of her mouth.
    “Oh, Nick. This is wonderful. It’s already melting, coating
the inside of my mouth” She snaked her tongue out to lick the remnants of
chocolate from her lips, smiling at the groan coming through the line. It truly
was a decadent pleasure to taste such perfection and torture a male at the same
time.
    With her other hand she unbuttoned her slacks. She stood
quickly and let them fall to the floor in a pool of cool cloth around her
ankles. When she stepped from the puddle of material and sat back on her chair,
she squeaked at the cold leather against her heated legs.
    “Naughty girl. Was that the sound of naked thighs landing in
your chair? I thought I heard your pants hit the floor. Are you going to touch
yourself? Thought to bury your fingers in your cunt while I talk to you, hmm?”
The amusement in his voice stoked her burning need more. The fact that they
were acting like teenagers had her swallowing a giggle. His next words had her
swallowing a moan instead. “Spread your legs for me, love. Hook them over the
arms of your chair so you can feel the cool air on your hot pussy.”
    She did as instructed. Air caressed her thighs, goose bumps
rose along her legs and the cooling moisture on her pussy let her know just how
wet she was. She answered with a whisper. “Okay, I’m ready.”
    “Oh, you think you are, but we’ll see. Take one hand and
touch the outside of your pussy, stroke just the lips with feather touches.
Close your eyes and feel the heat from your hand, but imagine it’s me. Don’t
dip into your honeyed cunt yet. Tease yourself first. Soft sweeps of your
fingers tickling the hairs. Mmm, I can just imagine the rasp of your curly
hairs