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His voice might be even
sexier on the phone. “Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy every second of this.
Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” I tell him, leaning back on the pile of pillows.
    I am confident and sexy.
     I repeat my mantra over and over.
    “You look gorgeous in that black lace bra and those tiny panties.”
    Gabe’s words make me feel gorgeous.
    “Thank you,” I tell him in a soft voice.
    “But you know what? I think what’s underneath is even more
beautiful.”
    My body is buzzing. Who knew words could be just a turn on?
    “Show me,” he demands.
     “Okay,” I say, prepared to shed the rest of my clothes on
his order. “What would you like to see first?”
    He blows a gush of air into the phone. I warm with pride,
knowing he’s feeling this, too.
    “Take your bra off, baby,” he says.
    “Done,” I tell him after undoing the front clip and sliding
it down my shoulders.
    “Damn, I knew your breasts would be amazing. I could tell
in your dress tonight. I’m picturing them in my mind right now. Touch them with
me.”
    My hands float up to my breasts, my fingertips ghosting
over the tight peaks.
    “Feel your soft skin,” he says almost reverently. “Pull on
your tight nipples.”
    I follow each command, first touching, then grasping the
hard nubs between my thumb and forefinger. All the while, I’m pretending it’s
Gabe.
    “I need more, Stevie. I need to kiss and lick and suck on
those perfect fucking tits of yours.”
    I gasp without meaning to. Even pre-Max, no man has talked
to me like this. What he can do to me with his dirty words. I arch my back and
push my breasts into my own touch, imagining his hot, wet mouth on me. And with
each pull of my nipple, I feel an echo of pleasure deep in my core. Soon my sex
begins to clench, aching for release.
    “That’s it,” he says. “Feel my tongue glide along your skin
as I suck you into my mouth. Do you like that?”
    “Mmmm,” I groan. It’s all I can get out.
    “I knew you would.” I hear the smile in his deep, raspy voice.
“Now take a pillow and put it under your bottom.”
    “What?” I ask, confused where he’s going with this.
    “Just do it,” he growls. “It’s going to make everything
feel better.”
    I follow his instructions.
    “Put me on speaker, baby. You’ll need both hands for this
next part.”
    Ah, the pulsing between by legs is agonizing. I hit the
button on my phone, set it to the side, close my eyes, and listen for his next
order.  
    “I’m sliding down your body now, are you still with me?”
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “I’m trailing kisses along your silky skin as I work my way
down your belly. Follow me with your hands, Stevie.”
    My hands obey, gliding along my stomach.
    “Are your panties off yet?”
    “Yes,” I tell him, pushing them down and kicking them off
in record time.
    “Good, this is the part I’ve been waiting for.”
    “Why?” I ask, wanting to prolong this moment as my body
hums in excitement.
    “Because I’ve wanted to get my head between your legs all
night. Spread your thighs for me so I can have a look.”
    Sweet baby Jesus.
    My legs instantly fall open, exposing my most private
parts, and I swear I feel his eyes on me.
    “Wider,” he says in a low whisper.
    I do as he asks, feeling completely in his control and out
of my mind in ecstasy. 
    “I need to touch you. Bring your hand down here with me.”
    “Ah,” I whimper, letting my fingers run along my slick
folds before settling on my clit with lazy circular strokes.
    “Christ, you are so wet. Do you feel it, all that heat?”
    “Gabe,” I groan.
     “No, baby.” He chuckles. “Not yet. Let me taste you
first.”
    My hands continue to move between my legs, and I begin the
climb, unable to stop.
    “You are so sweet,” Gabe purrs. “I could stay here all day.
Your pussy makes me so hard, Stevie. I don’t want to stop.”
    “Don’t stop,” I mumble, hoping he understands my incoherent
babble. “Don’t