Page 32 of Lemon Cake

“Lemon.”

“You can use it whenever you want.”

“You too.”

He let out another heartwarming chuckle. “Now will you tell me how I should imagine you?”

“I’m laying on my stomach with a pillow under my head and hips.”

A deep groan sounded through the speaker. “Why the pillow under your hips?”

She bit her lip, cheeks heating. “Because I like to grind on it.”

“Fuck… You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m imagining you grinding on me and it’s going to make me come.”

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“How could I not? You’re laying on your bed, trusting me enough to control your pleasure.” His voice deepened even more. “Tell me Gemma: will you come for me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered without hesitation.

The toy started vibrating. It was the lowest setting, the clit stimulator not even turned on yet. She relaxed into the pillow and closed her eyes, trying to imagine Rider on his bed, stroking his cock.

“Good?” he groaned.

“Mmhmm…”

The vibrations intensified, and she reached down to adjust the toy as the clit stimulator buzzed to life.

“One day I’m going to lay you on my bed and watch you play with yourself until you come for me.”

“Only if you return the favour.”

“I would fucking love that.”

“Are you still—”

“Fucking myself? Yes. Do you want more?”

“Please.”

The vibrations increased and her legs twitched, fireworks sparking through her body. She couldn’t help but moan, increasing the pressure on her clit with her fingers. She was close, but she didn’t want it to be over yet.

“Easy on the clit,” she pushed out between panting for breath.

Rider listened, and the buzzing on her tender pearl eased. “I love how you tell me what you need.”

“I don’t want to come yet,” she whispered, removing her hand.

“You would come that fast?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, sweet, gorgeous Gemma, you could come a hundred times and I would still give you more.”