Free Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Hennessee Andrews

prickling sensations racing across her skin. That was what had been missing during her practice, the feeling of sensuality. Damon’s voice gave her the warmth deep inside. “You’re really sweet to think so.”
    “I’m going to help you out,” Damon said, and paused. “Here’s what I want you to do. First, dim your lights.” His voice vibrated through the phone.
    “Okay, what next?” Regan turned out the main light and only left a small lamp on.
    “Put your phone on speaker, and set it where you can hear me.”
    Excitement coursed through Regan when she laid her phone on the end table. She had already scooted the coffee table out of the room and had a large open space to dance. “Okay, can you hear me?” Her voice echoed lightly.
    “Perfectly, now turn your music on low,” Damon said.
    Regan turned the music on and set it low so that she could hear him. Her fingers trembled as she stood in the middle of her living room, feeling like a thousand eyes watched her.
    “Ah, perfect. Now, close your eyes,” he said, his voice raw and raspy now. “I’m sitting on the couch watching you. My eyes follow your every move. I see your chest expand with each breath you take.”
    Regan trembled, her eyes still closed. She was picturing his lean, muscular body stretched out on her couch. His arms draped across the back of it, and his legs relaxed, gaping open wide. “Mmm,” she purred, envisioning the incredibly large cock she had run her hand over at the club. He was well-endowed, thick, and long. Heat fanned across her body.
    “You’re gorgeous, there are so many things I would love to do to your body right now,” Damon teased.
    Regan began to move to the music slow at first, her hips swaying, knees slightly bent.
    “I want to run my tongue over your stomach. Mmm, I kiss across your ribs toward your perfect breasts…I can feel your heart racing each time my lips touch your soft skin.”
    “Yesss,” Regan moaned, running her hands up her stomach toward her breasts. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt.
    “I flick my tongue out to taste. Your skin is luscious. My hand roams freely over your stomach to squeeze your breasts. Perfect…my fingers flick over your erect, rosy nipple. Damn, it’s just right, so I pinch it with my fingertips.”
    Regan’s shirt fell to the floor, and her hands raced to unclasp her bra. When her breasts were freed from their prison, her hands traveled instinctively to her erect nipples that begged to be fondled and sucked. “Ooh, yes,” she said, feeling electricity shoot through her, causing her panties to soak.
    “My mouth can’t wait. My tongue swirls around your nipple, mmm.” He groaned. “I nip it with my teeth then caress it with my tongue softly, gently. Yes, so perfect…I nibble again and can’t help myself when I latch on and suck it hard. My tongue and mouth pull roughly, and then I slowly release to love it again.”
    Regan moved in time with the music, and Damon’s voice enveloped her. Her mind was hazy with lust. It felt like he was here, his eyes raking over her as she danced for him. She was working to pleasure his senses one by one.
    She unsnapped her shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor. “More, I need more,” she begged and eased down onto her knees.
    “My hand dips down to stroke your pussy…yes, you’re wet, god so wet and slick. My finger flicks over your clit, and I feel you wiggle. Your hips beg for more and thrust toward my hand.”
    “Ooh, that feels great,” Regan gasped and lay back on the floor. Her hand slid underneath her lacy panties. She was wet. Her fingers smoothed across her swollen clit, and her other hand pinched her nipple simultaneously.
    “I rub your clit nice and slow…my finger swirls around it…so sweet.”
    Regan could feel his fingers pleasuring her. His hands were so talented. She groaned and bucked her hips up, her body begging for more.
    “I have to explore. My finger slides down to tease your tight