Spiral of Bliss 03 Awaken Read Online Free PDF

everything, Dean.
Her voice echoes in my head again.
    But I know there are still some things I can control. How I think. How well I make and follow a plan. Every facet of my research. How hard I work to get what I want.
    And what I want most has everything to do with my wife.
    “Now tell me something research-y and esoteric,” Liv says. “You know I love it when you use your big, academic… words.”
    “Careful,” I warn her. “I’m battling all sorts of erotic longing over here.”
    “Me too.”
    “Yeah?” My cock twitches a little at the thought that she might be ready for some hot talk.
    “As much as I miss you, this separation has been great for my dreams,” Liv remarks. “I’ve had all sorts of lusty, imaginative dreams about us.”
    “Tell me.”
    “Well, in my last dream you were an incredibly hot gladiator—”
    “A what?”
    “A
gladiator
with chest armor and a loincloth, and I was… um, I think I was a vestal virgin or something, and we were in one of those temples with the columns… anyway, it was sexy.”
    Since I’m not too sure where she’s going with this, I switch the topic to safer ground.
    “Want to tell me what you’re wearing?” I ask.
    “Oh, er… hold on a sec.” There’s a thunk as she puts the phone down.
    I wait. A few minutes later, she’s back.
    “Okay,” she says, “Guess what I’m wearing.”
    “A T-shirt.”
    “No.”
    “Your white nightgown?” I ask hopefully.
    “No.”
    “Tank top and pajama bottoms?”
    “No.”
    “Please tell me it’s not your padded bathrobe.”
    “Hey, you love me in that bathrobe,” Liv says. “It drives you wild with lust.”
    “I love you in anything, and
you
drive me wild with lust, but trying to feel you up in that robe is like fondling the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.”
    Her laugh warms my blood.
    “I’m not wearing my robe,” she assures me.
    “Then you must be naked.”
    “No. I’m wearing a pair of navy blue satin panties and a push-up bra with lace around the edges.”
    Lust bolts through me. My head floods with images of Liv’s curves all fitted into sexy lingerie. “Wow.”
    “You should see my boobs in this thing,” Liv remarks. “They look amazing.”
    “They are amazing.” I grab my dick through my boxers, picturing her full breasts pushed up into pillowy cleavage. “I’m hard just thinking about them.”
    “Oh.” She lets out one of her breathy little sighs, and I can see her all stretched out in my office chair, skimming her hand over her body. She murmurs, “Remember that first time when you showed me how you could fuck my breasts?”
    I groan. Raw talk from her gets me hot in less than a second.
    “I remember.”
    “We haven’t done that in a while,” Liv whispers.
    “We will when I get back.”
    “Are you near your laptop?” she asks.
    “Yeah.”
    “Hang up, then turn on your webcam.”
    I end the call and grab my laptop from my desk. Sitting back on the bed, I get the software running. After a few false starts, Liv’s call comes through.
    My heart crashes against my chest. Even in the small screen of my laptop, the grainy picture sends my lust skyrocketing. She’s adjusting the camera, her hair all loose around her shoulders, her cleavage…
God in heaven.
    I struggle to pull in a breath.
    “Can you see me?” Liv asks with a slight frown.
    “Yeah.” The word comes out strangled. “Christ, Liv, you look incredible. I want to see it all.”
    “Okay, hold on.” She moves away from the desk and stands. My vision fills with the sight of her full breasts pushed together, hugged by satin and lace, the curves of her hips, a pair of satin panties cupping her between the legs…
    “Turn around.” I reach into my boxers and close my hand around my shaft.
    Liv turns, displaying the satin stretched across her ass. My body tenses with the urge to hook my fingers into that flimsy material and pull it down slowly over those gorgeous cheeks…
    “Bend over,” I tell her.
    “Make sure