Free WiredinSin by Lea Barrymire Page B

against your hand.”
    Hesitantly at first, she ran her fingers along her labia.
Teasing with light touches was one of her favorite ways to drive herself to the
brink. She threw her head back and moaned. “So good. I love doing this to
myself.”
    “Take another small bite of chocolate, Vic. Place it on your
tongue but don’t chew it. Let it melt inside your hot mouth.”
    She complied, nearly out of her mind with the sound of his
voice sensually stroking her senses and her fingers doing the same to her
pussy. The need to bury her hand in her own heat was rising. She wanted the
release that was building to come quickly, to overwhelm her, sweep her away for
a few moments. The taste of bitter chocolate brought her back from the brink
enough that she could breathe. The small piece she’d placed on her tongue
liquefied, becoming silky-smooth against the roof of her mouth.
    All of a sudden the tastes in her mouth merged with an image
of her on her knees, his cock sliding over her tongue. Bitter, sweet, sensual.
She swallowed and voiced her thoughts. “I want to taste you, Nick. I want your
cum bathing my tongue.”
    “Oh my gods,” he groaned. “You can’t say things like that.
Not if I’m going to keep from stroking off while you’re on the phone with me.”
    “Hey, it better not just be me in a compromising position at
work.” She grinned before dropping her voice to a whisper. “You know you’re
stroking your cock, Nick. I can hear the slight rasp of skin on skin. Stroke it
and close your eyes. Can you picture me kneeling between your legs, running my
hands up and down your thighs?”
    She’d done this so many times but for once her own need
continued rising. She wasn’t talking to a male who didn’t know about her—this
time the man she was torturing wanted her. She continued petting her wet nether
lips with light fingertips. Instead of stopping the sounds of pleasure from
leaving her lips, she let them loose, savoring the vibration of her voice in
her chest. The moan was completely real, as was the tingling heat of an
impending orgasm. The sound of an answering groan on the other end of the call
stoked her heat. He was into this as far as she was.
    “Your voice is enough to send me over the edge. It wraps
around my cock like I know your lips would. Hot, soft, wet. Are you still just
touching your pussy lips like a good girl?”
    “Hmm, yes. God I want to dip my fingers inside and rub my
clit.”
    “The next time we meet this is what I want to do. I want you
laid out on the bed with your fingers buried in your pussy while I watch you
make yourself come. I want to see your long, slim fingers tunneling through
your folds, hear the sweet sucking sounds while you finger-fuck yourself.”
    His voice, his words, the images all coalesced into a
burning need to come and to hear him do the same. She wanted to share something
real for once. Her fingers followed his orders. She slid already wet digits
between her folds, lightly caressing her clit before pushing slowly into her
sopping channel. The taste of chocolate still clung to her tongue, giving her
senses something to concentrate on as her belly clenched and her pussy
fluttered around her fingers. Heat rose quickly under her skin, causing a quick
flash of sweat to bead on her upper lip.
    “Oh, gods, Vic. I can hear your fingers moving. You are so
fucking wet, aren’t you? Pinch your nipple with your other hand. Let me hear
what you’re doing. I want to know how hot you are.”
    She’d lost the ability to talk. Waves of need and warmth
traveled over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Skating her other
hand to her breast felt sinfully good. She grasped her distended nipple between
her thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug and twist. A zing of liquid
heat shot to her pussy, leaving her breathless and aching. She moved her
fingers in her pussy with sensual slowness, pressing the heel of her hand
against her clit. She moaned, long and