Maybe Matt's Miracle(60)

I scramble across the bed and do what he says. My hand hangs on the doorknob for a second as I think about what I’m about to do. A shiver runs up my spine, but I push the thumb lock. The click shimmers through my hand. I hold onto the doorknob for another second.

“Good girl,” he says. His voice is smooth as silk, and it slides up my body, making my knees weak. “Go lie on the bed again.”

“You’re kind of bossy.”

“I know. You like it.”

I do. “How would you know?”

“Because you’re all wet and slippery and your heart is pounding just like mine is.” He waits a beat. “Isn’t it?”

This is Matt. Of course, he cares about how I feel. “Yes,” I whisper.

He growls. “Take off your bottoms.”

I prop the phone between my shoulder and my ear and hook my thumbs in the hips of my pajama bottoms, then shove them down over my feet. “Okay,” I say.

“Are you naked?”

“As the day I was born,” I say over a nervous giggle.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“How would you know?”

“Because every time I close my eyes, you’re all I see. You’re in my f*cking head, Sky, every minute of every day.”

I was hot a minute ago, but now I’m breathless.

“Did you tell me your nipples are hard?” His bed squeaks as he talks.

“Are you in bed?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He grunts. “Or rather, on it.”

“Me, too.”

“Good. Now back to your nipples.”

“What about them?” I grin. I can’t help it.

“I love them. They’re all pink and perfect, and when I kiss off all your lipstick, they’re the same shade as your lips.” He pauses. “Touch them.”

“Touch them how?”

“Not soft. Because they probably hurt, they’re so hard.” He waits. “Am I right?”

“How did you know?”

He chuckles, but it’s a pained sound. “Because I’m hurting, too, Sky.”

“Oh.”

“Pinch them lightly, both at the same time.” His breaths grow heavier.

“Matt,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Close your eyes.”

I do it.

“Now touch your nipples.”

I gasp as I draw a thumb across the turgid peak.

“God, Sky,” he whispers.

Matt was right. The swipe of my thumb is not enough. I cup my breasts in my hands and pinch my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I nearly drop the phone from where it’s crammed against my neck.

“If I was there, I would pinch them and then lick the pain away.”

“Matt.”

“What?” He chuckles.

“What are you doing?”

He laughs again. “What do you think I’m doing?”

“The same thing I’m doing?”

“Well, I don’t have pretty tits to play with, but yeah.”

“How much longer before I can move down south?” I ask. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for him to laugh at me.

But he doesn’t laugh. “Now.”

“Thank God,” I breathe.

“Draw your knees up and then let them fall open. Please.”

I do as he says, and I feel all exposed, even though there’s no one in the room with me.

“Such a pretty *,” he says. “Spread yourself open with your fingers so I can see.”

My fingers part my slippery, wet folds, which are swollen and aching.

“Good girl,” he says.

“How do you know if I did it?”

“Because I can hear it in your voice, Sky.”

I can barely breathe.

“I hear every hitch and every gasp. I even hear what you don’t want me to hear.”

“Like what?”

“I hear your fears. I hear your aches. I hear your wants and needs. I hear it all.”

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. “No one has ever heard me before.” A hot tear tracks slowly down the side of my face toward my hairline.

“I hear everything.” He waits another beat. “Touch your *, Sky.”

I slide my fingers through my wetness.

“Dip inside and get your fingers wet.”

“How many fingers?”

He growls. “How many can you take?”

I slide my middle finger inside and pump in and out, and then add my index finger. And just when I think I can’t stand it, I stretch myself open by adding my ring finger. I’m too full to crook my fingers, but I don’t care. “Three,” I tell him.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

“What do you want me to do now, Matt?”

“Rub your clit.” He grunts, and I hear a slick sound on his end of the phone.

“Are you using lube?”

“Spit.” He grunts. “I was in a hurry.”

I rub my clit in a small circle. “I won’t last long,” I warn.

“Thank God,” he growls.

My clit is hard and swollen and oh so sensitive. My small circles just leave me wanting.