Page 57 of Our Secret Moments
I’m thinking about what i would do if I was with u right now.
What would you do?
Kit-Cat
I’d kiss you softly first, press my lips right against yours until you relax for me. I’d run my tongue against the seam of your lips until i push my tongue into your mouth. I’d kiss you so hard that you’ll go dizzy. So passionately that it’ll feel like fucking.
Fuck. Is it true that you can come just by reading because holy fuck. The images she’s painted makes my cock ache with need, with a desperation and eagerness to get off. I immediately shake off my boxers, fist my erection in one hand and reach for my phone with the other.
Answer the phone, Cat.
She doesn’t waste any time to answer it and I don’t waste any more time to speak. I adjust myself in my bed, making myself comfortable as I close my eyes, keeping my phone firmly pressed against my ear so I can hear everything that comes out of her mouth.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Cat?” I murmur. She lets out a shuddery exhale at the harshness in my tone and I feel my dick twitch in my hand.
“Tell me,” she breathes out. Her voice is low and quiet, just so extremely sexy.
“What?”
“Tell me what I’m doing to you. I want to hear you say it,” she whispers, her voice a little stronger this time.
“I didn’t expect you to like dirty talk, Catherine, I must admit,” I muse. She lets out a sharp laugh, but it sounds more like a whimper. I stroke my length, unable to help myself.
“Connor,” she murmurs, “Just talk.”
Her voice is too desperate for me to question her any further. “I know you’ve got a strong imagination, sweetheart. I hope you can picture me naked in my bed, my cock in my hand as my body fucking aches for you. It aches for you to do something to help make me relax. Is that what you want me to say, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes,” she stutters. “Keep going.”
“I will if you answer my question,” I tease, knowing it’s going to piss her off. I can hear her choppy breathing and the soft sound of sheets rustling. Just the thought of her possibly touching herself too causes my hand to milk myself even faster. “Are you touching yourself?”
“No.”
“I’ll end the call if you don’t tell me the truth, Cat.”
She groans. “Fine. Yes. I am. I’m desperate, Connor.”
“You are?” I don’t even try to hide the surprise in my voice.
“I’ve been waiting for you to text me all day and you didn’t. I thought you were trying to blow me off and I didn’t want to bug you, but I couldn’t take it anymore, so I texted you.”
“I wasn’t trying to blow you off, Cat,” I whisper. “I wanted to text you. I just didn’t know what to say.”
“Okay,” she replies, her breathing shallow. “Glad that’s all cleared up. I hope you’ve found your words now, Connie, because I’m already close.”
CAT
I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.
I’ve been on edge all day and I was looking for a release. I wasn’t expecting Connor to actually text me back. I was planningon shoving my phone away, leaving it up to my fingers and my imagination to get myself off.
I’ve never been the kind of girl to instigate sex, or even hint at it over text. With him, my desire takes over my body and my brain so much that I don’t even think about it. His voice is quiet against my ear, and it feels like he’s in the room with me.
“You still with me, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice raspy and deep.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he whispers. “Touch your clit for me. Pretend it’s my fingers touching you.” I do as he says, my chest rising and falling rapidly at the ease in which the words fall out of his mouth. I don’t say anything when two of my fingers play with my swollen clit, my head falling back into the cushions, a whimper leaving my mouth. “That’s it.”