Page 10 of Beneath His Touch

“I’m in the bathtub.” My eyes close while my fingers continue their lazy movements, swirling patterns along my neck and circling my pebbled nipple.

“I guess that’s only fair. Too bad I’m not there to watch you with my own eyes.” His voice comes out rough and rugged. “I’d rather have you in the shower with me nexttime. Now, tell me what you’re doing while you’re in the bathtub, wet and naked.” I lick my suddenly dry lips,

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. This is so wrong.” I’m betraying myself by uttering the lie.

“If it’s wrong, why does it feel so right, kitten?” I rock my hips, tighten my muscles, and roll my nipple between my fingers. Thank god, I had the forethought of using speakerphone. “I can imagine you right now, eyes closed, fingers doing what I want mine to do to you. Tell me, where is your hand right now? Is it playing with your pretty tits, or is it between your sweet-as-hell thighs? Thighs I want to bury my shoulders between while I suffocate myself with your intoxicating scent, and have you ripping at my hair while you come on my tongue.” I move from one nipple to the next, not ready for this to be over, the slow build-up. From my experience with a party of one, it makes the orgasm that much more extreme.

“Matthew,” I mewl, visualizing him here with me. And while eating me out in a tub could get pretty tricky, I’m sure he’d make it work by lifting my bottom half out of the water and licking every drop of wetness from me.

“My kitten likes that. First, tell me what you’re doing.” I can hear the rasp of the zipper on the other end of the line.

“Oh god, Matthew.” I’m at war with myself. This is going to lead to nothing but problems. It’s an issue for future Letty to deal with, because right now, the only thing I want is for this to play out. “My breasts. They’re so sensitive, probably more than ever.” I abandon the pulsing along my neck, ignore the throbbing between my legs, and cup my breasts until they’re out of the water.

“Fuck yeah. Slide your thumbs across the nipples. I bet they’re dusky rose, the same color as your lips, unless they’re darker, similar to how they turn after you’ve been biting and licking them. Soon, I’m going to slide my mouth over every inch of your body. Tell me one more thing before I guide you to more.” As Matthew’s words skate over my body, a shiver rolls through me, and I do exactly as he says. In fact, I don’t stop. Each rasp of my finger along my nipple makes me come alive even more.

“What’s that?” I asks in between ragged breaths.

“Has anyone else heard you like this? Has anyone else seen you like this? Has anyone else had their hands, mouth, and cock in you?” He fires off the questions one right after the other.

“No, not anyone, no.”

“Good girl. Now, roll your nipples with two fingers, kitten. Soon, you’ll have them buried inside your pussy.” His praise makes my back arch away from the ledge, toes pushing on the other side at his response, and a moan escape my lips.

“I’ve never, umm, never had anything inside me before, not even fingers.” Why I just told him the truth, I have no idea. Maybe it’s the thrill of doing the unexpected, or maybe it’s because I’m finally ready to let go of some of the always-in-control Letty persona.

“And I’ll be the first and last person to hear you, see you, and feel you come.” Between my breathing and his, it’s hard to hear the background noise in whatever room Matthew is in, but there are signs. The slight sounds of flesh meetingflesh, and I’m sure he’s doing a twisting movement with each upward and downward motion.

“Yes, I need more. Please.”

“Fuck yes, you do. Pinch your nipples for me, kitten. Imagine it’s me doing it. Work yourself for me. I’m tempted to abandon my cock, grab my keys, drive to your place, and watch as you do this in front of me. And when it becomes too much for you to finish, I’ll take over. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Letty?” I can feel the pull at my core, clenching for something, anything. My clit throbs, begging for my fingers, and yet Matthew’s filthy mouth is telling me what to do. The feeling is indescribable.

“More, Matthew, please more.”

“My kitten wants more, more is what she’ll get. Slide your hand down your stomach. Do it slowly and keep working your nipple. I want you to have it all, even if I’m not there to do it for you.” I do as he says. Every command Matthew gives me only turns me on further.

“What then?” I ask, slightly strumming my lower abdomen, sucking in a breath the closer I get to the small thatch of hair I keep neatly trimmed.

“Then it’s only going to get better.”

8

MATTHEW

The sharp inhale of breath, the quiver in her voice, and the soft sighs she’s been feeding me through the phone make my cock ache. It doesn’t matter that I’ve got my hand wrapped around my length or that precum is leaking so much it’s giving me the lubrication I need to easily slide up and down.

“Matthew,” my name tumbles off Letty’s lips as if she were praying to her god.

“Like the way you say my name, kitten. Especially when you’re so close to petting your pretty pussy. Tell me, how do you usually get off?” After she admitted that nobody’s been inside her, seen her, or watched her, I knew this experience would be one I’d make as memorable as possible.

“With two fingers, slowly working my clit until I can’t stand it anymore. My thighs press together, holding my hand hostage even when the sensation becomes too much.” Fuck, I’m kicking myself in the ass for leaving Twisted Oak when Idid. Never in a million years would I have ever thought she’d pick up the phone and fuck her fingers while I work my cock in tandem with her ministrations.

“Do that for me. Let me hear each delicious purr as your clit pulses against the tip of your fingers.” Letty doesn’t say a word. Instead, her breathing becomes heavier, and the lapping of water with each movement she makes has me more than ready to blow my load well before I’m ready. I pinch the tip of my dick, staving off the close call I’m inching toward. My balls are already drawn tight, my muscles locked, and I have to grit my teeth from demanding more out of the woman who’s wedged herself into my heart. “Christ, kitten, the noises you’re making… You’ve got me harder than I’ve ever been before.” I quit holding myself, picking up the pace because there’s no fucking way she's going to come by herself.

“Harder than when you were in the shower?” Fuck, of course, she’d ask that.

“Hell yeah. I didn’t get to see or hear you then. At least now I get your moans, my name, and while I’d rather this happened in the flesh, this will hold me over, for now.”

It’s not a threat.