2 Jul, 2010
July 19th from Carina Press
“Ah, sweet Nora, the passion of loving a woman you can’t wait to be inside encompasses your body and your soul. It is possible to love her with all your heart while wanting to fuck her until she screams your name.”
He had shocked her, Jarod could tell. Her sweet indrawn breath twanged a note in his belly, and his cock twitched. He expected her to pull back, to slip into her deep-freeze mode, but she didn’t.
“Okay, then tell me this,” she challenged, bravado plain in her voice. “Did I make you hard?”
“Oh, hell yes. I’m as hard as a baseball bat right now. I want to jack off but I’m waiting.”
“Waiting? For what?”
“You. You stopped writing something on the back cover, something about the dark and the voice that reached out… Tell me how it ends.”
“You just want me to play phone-sex operator.”
“Maybe I do, but that’s not all I want. I want to be with you, if not in person at least like this. You intrigue me, sweetheart. Brains turn me on just as much as breasts.”
She said nothing but he could hear her moving. A floor creaked and a light snapped.
Off or on? he wondered, trying to picture her in her house or apartment. “What are you wearing?”
“Not sexy stuff. Just…panties and a tee shirt.”
“That is sexy. Did what Joyce wrote turn you on? Did reading it to me turn you on?”
Another length of silence. Jarod braced for the sharp click, the electric hum of a dead line in his ear.
“Yes,” she whispered and his throat clenched. How far was he willing to take this?
All the way.
“Are you wet, Nora?”
“I don’t—oh God. This is so dirty. I don’t even know you.”
“You do. You know me.” He flipped off the lamp and leaned back on the couch. The darkness intensified the rush, amplified every catch, every inflection in her tone. He licked his lips. “I’m always there, in your fantasies, doing exactly what you want. I’m the ultimate safe lover. I can’t touch you except with my voice.”
Her breathing rasped faster, and her slightly wavering exhalations were the only sounds that reached him. She was excited, and it turned the airwaves and the miles between them into a blank canvas. Jarod could show her anything, make her feel anything in the vast space. All he needed was her permission. The taped interviews leaped to his mind. There was one that had put a breathless hitch into her questions. He wanted to rekindle that spark of curiosity.
“Tell me about the interview with the woman who worked for the dial-for-sex line.”
Silence was still her only response. He pushed ever-so-slightly more.
“You were intrigued. I could hear it in your voice. Have you ever had phone sex, Nora?”
“No.” Soft as a summer breeze, that single word vibrated with heated consent.
“Will you let me talk dirty to you? Consider it intensive research if you like. You can be honest. You don’t have to hold back. No one will ever know. It’s just you and me.”
“Research? I’ve already told you I’m not a good subject.”
“I promise it will feel good. Let me touch you, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.” He let his voice drop to a sensual growl. “Talk dirty to me, Nora.”
For a long second there was nothing. Bracing for her refusal, Jarod closed his eyes in regret. Then he heard a mattress creak and the rustling of blankets. She was getting into bed. His eyes popped open and his balls tightened.
“I’d like… I’ve never had anyone…”
“Tell me. I’ll do anything you want. Tell me how to please you.”
“Oral sex,” she blurted.
The next wavering inhalation came from his own lips. “Oh sweetheart, I’d love to go down on you. How do you want it, slow and sweet or fast and hungry?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
Jarod’s cock pounded, heavy and hot. He slid his sweats down and wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping with his eyes closed, picturing her spread before him. “Slow. I’d open your legs and kiss the inside of your thighs. You’re already wet for me.”
Jarod’s back arched into the next rough squeeze, wondering if that was true, if Nora was as wet as he was hard.
“You smell sultry, intoxicating. One lick, just one, shallow, just enough to tempt myself. So good.”
“Oh.” One tiny shuddered word. Gasoline on the fire.
“I need another so I lick again, just outside, just a bit.”
Ragged and fast now, she panted as he described exactly how he wanted to taste her. Twice he’d had to stop jerking himself or he’d have come already. This was the hottest, most wildly exciting thing he’d ever done with a woman and, damn, she wasn’t even in the same room.
Something hitched in his ear, a sigh maybe. It provoked images of Nora doing exactly what he was doing. “Nora, are you touching yourself?”
He actually heard the elastic snap of a pair of panties. “No!”
The denial was too swift and he groaned. “Do it, sweetheart. Slide your fingers around your clit, pretend it’s my tongue.”
“Are you? I mean…touching?”
“Yes. Picturing your pretty pussy. Can almost taste you.”
“Oh God, James. I’m so close.” A soft whimper made his cock strain. Damn, he was close, too.
“Can you come like this, Nora?”
Please, please say yes.
“Only like this, alone. Never with anyone else.”
The revelation, the confession shocked him. She could come with him. He’d show her in person, one day. “Touch yourself for me.”
“I’m doing it.”
“Tell me what you’re doing. Show me, sweetheart.”
“I’m stroking my…clit…two fingers…light, fast… I’m so wet now. My fingers feel so good. I wish…I wish it was your tongue.”
Jarod could almost feel the slicked silk of her in his mouth. “Me, too. Taste it, Nora. Tell me what you taste like.”
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