Free Valentine Wishes (Baxter Academy Book 1) by Jane Charles Page A

appreciating—”
    “—Nothing.”
    “That isn’t exactly fair. What about you?”
    “All in good time, sweetheart. You first, always!”
    “Why?”
    “Because that’s what makes it so much better for me.”
    I’m speechless. Phone sex with Brett is already better than the actual sex I’ve had in the past and I wipe those memories from by brain. Those memories don’t matter anymore and there sure as hell no comparison.
    “T-shirt, over your boobs.”
    I do as he says, feeling exposed, self-conscious and hot all at the same time. Not that anyone can see into the second floor of the house, I still check to make sure my curtains are closed.
    “Done.”
    “Perfect. Full, heavy in my hand.”
    I lift my free hand and test the weight, as he would. “Yes.”
    “Pinch your nipples. They’ve relaxed because you had to lock the door.”
    I do as he says.
    “Perfect. Especially how heat and pleasure shot to your pussy, making it throb.”
    He is so right about that.
    “Now the other.”
    I do as he says and another wave of pleasure washes over me.
    “They are puckered now, waiting.”
    That they are.
    “Wet your fingers, and pinch them. Imagine it’s my tongue and teeth, gently nipping.”
    I nearly groan.
    “Don’t hold back, Jackie.”
    “I’ve never done anything like this,” I whisper into the phone.
    “Me either,” he whispers back. “But it’s fun.”
    It is, but I’m a little too embarrassed to admit it.
    “They are both swollen and heavy and the rest of your body is aching.”
    How can he even know that, unless he’s had a lot of experience?
    “My appetite is whetted and I want more and slide my hand down your stomach, feeling your muscles contract beneath my fingertips as your sensitivity mounts.”
    My breathing grows heavy.
    “With my other hand, I caress the inside of your silky thigh, slowly making my way to your pussy.”
    “Slowly?” My voice squeaks, surprising me.
    “Slowly. This is too perfect and I don’t want to ruin it by rushing.” I swear I can hear a grin in his voice. “Now, remove those delightful, pale pink panties.
    I gulp and follow his instructions and toss them to the floor.
    “Just as I’m about there, your damp nether curls brush the back of my fingers.”
    Yes, they do.
    “Unless there are no curls.”
    His question takes me out of the moment. “Huh?”
    “Curls, no curls, natural, trimmed, shaved?”
    My face heats. “Neatly trimmed, close to the skin. Though I can shave or wax if you’d like.”
    “It’s about your comfort and what you want to do.”
    “Well, the idea of a razor blade or hot wax on that part of my anatomy has never sounded appealing.”
    “I get that,” he chuckles.
    “And to be honest, the trimming makes me nervous, but I don’t want some stranger in a salon doing it for me either.”
    “I would.”
    The idea of Brett, down there, studying me, shaving and waxing sends a shot of heat right to my pussy.
    “Or, you could go all natural. It makes no difference to me because it is you.”
    “If you were doing the grooming, I wouldn’t have any objection.” I can’t believe I just said those words to him.
    “Your breathing has calmed.”
    “Huh?”
    “You aren’t panting in anticipation as before. I took you out of the moment.”
    Well, it won’t take much to get me back there.
    “My fingers are just hovering at your neatly trimmed pussy, already damp, waiting and pulsing. I part the folds and nearly come when I use my fingers to enter you and your hot pussy clamps around them, but I hold back and go deeper as my thumb finds your clit. I barely circle it and feel it swell under the tips of my fingers. I drag the moisture from your vagina and slide it around, adding lubrication so I don’t hurt you but only bring pleasure.”
    I gasp as my uterus clinches and my vagina tightens as waves of pleasure flow over me.
    “It grows harder, swelling further. Your vagina tightens with each wave of building pressure. Your thighs