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He hesitated, then he asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you alone?”
She could still hear the party in the front lounge. Everyone would be up there for a while. “Yes.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A tank top and jeans.”
“Mmm. If I were there, I’d press kisses all over the exposed skin of your neck and down your chest. I’d pull your tank top down and pull your bra down. I’d release those beautiful breasts and swirl my tongue over each of your nipples.” He groaned. “I’m hard thinking about what I’d do to you. I’d lick and suck your nipples — wide strokes, soft flicks, rhythmic tugs. I’d worship them and keep at it until you begged me for more.”
She closed her eyes and whimpered. His words worked their magic.
“Touch yourself for me,” he murmured. “Pull your shirt down and play with your nipples. Make them feel good. Strokes only. Don’t squeeze them yet.”
With one hand, Polly tugged her shirt and bra down until her breast popped free. She brushed her thumb over a nipple, which immediately hardened from the contact. A small noise escaped her.
“Good,” Flynn encouraged. “Keep going. Let me hear you.”
She propped the phone beside her head to free her hands. Polly released her other breast from her clothes and stroked that nipple. Both hands came to her chest, and she flicked both hardened nubs. She moaned quietly.
“Beautiful,” Flynn murmured.
“You touch yourself for me,” she said.
“Oh, I am,” he said. “I’m so hard right now and it’s all for you.” He groaned. “I’m stroking myself slowly, thinking of you. I have pre-come moistening the tip and I’ll spread it over my cock, imagining you did it.”
She ran her thumbs over her nipples. She brushed and flicked them, teased them until she whimpered.
“Perfect,” Flynn said. “Now squeeze your nipples for me. Together.”
Polly moaned as her fingers simultaneously pinched her nipples, and pleasure coursed through her body.
“God, yes.” Flynn drew an audible deep breath, then breathed a little harder. “Rub your clit. Tell me how wet you are.”
Polly reached down and opened her jeans. She slid her fingers between her lips and swirled them around her clit.
“I’m drenched for you,” she murmured.
“Good. Get yourself there. I’ll do it for you myself next time, but I need you to do it for me now.”
She slid her fingers over her clit and pressed harder. Her breathing audibly increased, and she whimpered. Flynn groaned and panted.
“Come for me, beautiful. I’m almost there with you,” Flynn said.
His noise and encouragement drove her crazy and pushed her orgasm closer.
She rubbed harder and faster. “Flynn,” she moaned softly. “I want you to have your way with me. I want you to come inside me, fill me up.”
“Oh fuck yeah, Polly,” he grunted and groaned as he reached his release.
His orgasm pushed her over the edge. “Yes,” Polly breathed, her orgasm pulsing through her.
They both laid there for a minute, and they panted as they enjoyed the post-orgasm euphoria.
“I can’t wait to make you orgasm in person,” Flynn murmured. “I bet you’re even more gorgeous when you come.”