"Hey baby, you there? Good. Lock your door and lie back on the bed for me. Yeah, just like that. Now tell me what you're wearing."
Emma's laugh came soft through the phone. "Just that old tank top and those little black panties you like. Nothing else."
"Perfect. Start slow, okay? I want you to run your hands up your stomach, real light, like you're teasing yourself. Feel how warm your skin is? Good girl. Now slide them under the tank top and cup your tits. Squeeze them a little. Not too hard yet. Tell me how that feels."
Her breath hitched. "They feel heavy. My nipples are already hard."
"Mmm, I knew they would be. Pinch one for me. Twist it slow between your fingers. Imagine it's my mouth. Yeah, just like that. Keep doing it while you talk to me. You sound so pretty when you're getting turned on."
Emma let out a shaky moan. "It feels good. I'm getting wet already."
"Not yet, sweetheart. We’re taking our time. Move your hand down, but don’t touch your pussy yet. Just trace the edge of those panties. Feel how the fabric stretches over your hips? Pull them aside a little, just enough to let the air hit you. Cold, right? Makes everything tingle."
She giggled, half embarrassed, half excited. "You're really bossy tonight."
"You love it when I’m bossy. Now spread your legs a little wider. Good. Slide one finger along the outside of your panties, right over your slit. Press down gently. Can you feel how damp the cotton is? Tell me."
"Soaked," she whispered. "I can feel it through the fabric."
"Atta girl. Now hook your thumbs in the waistband and push them down to your knees. Leave them there. I want you open for me. Run your fingers through your folds, but don’t go inside yet. Just pet yourself. Nice and slow. Describe it."
Emma’s voice went breathy. "It’s so slippery already. My clit’s swollen. Every time I brush it I twitch."
"Circle it for me. Two fingers, light circles. Don’t rush. Pretend I’m watching you right now, sitting at the foot of the bed, telling you exactly how to play with that pretty pussy. Faster circles now. Press a little harder."
Her moan came louder. "Fuck, that feels so good. I’m getting close already."
"Not yet. Stop. Hands off. Breathe for me. Feel how your clit is throbbing? That’s mine right now. You don’t come until I say. Put two fingers at your entrance but don’t push in. Just feel how hot and wet you are. Tease yourself with the tips."
She whined playfully. "You’re mean."
"I’m the best kind of mean. Now slide one finger inside, nice and slow. Curl it up toward your belly button. Find that spot that makes your toes curl. Yeah, right there. Stroke it a few times. Tell me what it feels like."
"So tight and slick. I wish it was your cock instead."
"Soon, baby.
Add a second finger. Fuck yourself with them, steady rhythm. Thumb on your clit at the same time. Rub little circles while you pump your fingers. Listen to how wet you sound. I can hear it through the phone."
The slick sounds mixed with her gasps. "Oh god, I’m dripping down my ass. It’s so messy."
"Perfect. That’s exactly how I want you. Faster now. Curl those fingers harder on every thrust. Imagine I’m right there, whispering in your ear, telling you to be my good little slut and fuck yourself for me. You close?"
"So close," she panted. "Please let me come."
"Three… two… one. Come for me, Emma. Rub that clit hard and let it happen. Don’t stop until you’re shaking."
Her cry broke through the phone, long and sweet, followed by the sound of her fingers working furiously. She moaned his name, hips lifting off the bed, riding it out while he praised her the whole way.
When her breathing finally slowed, he chuckled warmly. "Good girl. Lick your fingers clean for me. Taste how sweet you are. We’re not done yet, but you earned a little break. Next round I want you on your stomach with that vibrator we bought. Ready to keep playing?"
Emma laughed, still breathless. "Always ready when you’re telling me what to do."
