Then he hung up on me.
I stared at my phone for a few moments, frozen in place. He wanted me to get naked? Then he hung up on me?
Shaking my head in confusion, but completely hypnotized by his commanding words and sexy voice, I walked back to my bedroom and stripped down. I climbed under my covers and felt completely awkward because I never sleep naked. Not unless I spend an unbelievably exhausting sex-filled night with a gorgeous hockey player who gave me so many orgasms that I didn’t have the strength to pull on my pajamas.
True to his word, Zane called back at the five-minute mark.
“Hello?” I said stupidly, even though I knew it was him.
“Are you naked?” he growled into the phone.
“Yes,” I whispered, feeling my body start to heat up, beginning in that area right between my legs.
“So am I,” he murmured, and my phone chimed with an incoming text. “Put your phone on speaker and then look at what I just sent you.”
Swallowing hard, I did as he asked and had no doubt he heard my startled gasp when I pulled up the photo he texted me.
It was of Zane… gloriously naked and sprawled on his bed. It was a selfie and I couldn’t see everything, but he took it by holding the phone out to the side and I could see his hard chest, cut abs, and the slope of his ass as it rested on his mattress. A bit of his thigh, and yes… right there in the bottom left corner of the screen, his hugely erect cock sticking straight up with his other hand wrapped around it. His face was turned toward the camera and his eyes were dark and heavy, lasered into me as I stared at the photo.
The warmth between my legs went nuclear, and my empty hand strayed down my stomach.
“Send me a picture,” Zane said.
“No,” I said, my hand stopping midway. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he asserts.
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
I didn’t say anything… just stared at the sinful beauty of Zane Kavanaugh, aching to be there with him.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
There was no way I could resist his need, so I kicked off the covers, pulled up my camera app, and positioned the camera. I arched my back a little to push my breasts out and sucked in my stomach but, just before I snapped the picture, Zane said, “Make sure your face is in it.”
My heart stuttered… this man… he wanted to see my face. I knew he wanted to see my naked body, but it was important for him to see my face. I almost swooned at the thought.
I readjusted the camera angle, and before I could chicken out, snapped the photo, hoping my expression wasn’t too dorky.
Quickly texting the photo, I laid back on the bed and just gazed at his picture a bit more. Zane was quiet. Then he sucked in a harsh breath and murmured, “Fucking beautiful.”
I smiled… my soul feeling warmed by the reverence in his voice as he looked at my photo.
“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do, baby,” Zane said, and I pushed myself up a little higher on my pillows in anticipation. “We’re going to come together, but we’re going to do this slowly. I want you to do exactly what I tell you to do, and in case you’re wondering, I’m going to be telling you to touch your body. I’m also going to tell you how to do it… exactly as I’ll be envisioning it while I look at this sexy-as-fuck photo of you. Okay?”
My legs kicked at the remaining covers over me, baring my body to the cool air.
“Can I tell you what to do to your body?” I asked, my voice coming out raspy because my throat went dry the minute he said we were going to come together.
“Not this time, baby,” he said, and I could imagine the gentle smile on his face. “I just want you to lay back, enjoy, and do what I tell you. Trust me… it’s going to get me off too, but this is my show right now.”
“Okay,” I said in complete capitulation.
I put the phone down on the pillow near my head so I could hear him, freeing up both my hands. Because something told me… I’d need both my hands.
Then Zane started talking… his voice low, soft… sexy as hell. He gave me excruciating detail as to what he wanted me to do to my body, demanding every so often that I tell him what I was feeling. His words were filthy, causing my breath to come out in sharp little bursts and my hips to undulate off the bed. He could hear my reactions and every once in a while, he’d let his own groan slip out, so I knew that he was getting close as well.
And just as he said… our sexual synchronization was perfect and we came blissfully together. He gave a hoarse shout and cursed while I moaned long and low, my toes literally curling because the pleasure was so intense.
Both of us panted softly for a while, coming down off the climactic high.
“Did that feel good, Cady?”
My hand reached for the phone and I turned the speakerphone off, bringing it to my ear. “Amazing. You?”
“That was the hardest I ever came by my own hand before. Didn’t think that was even possible.”
I giggled and tucked one hand behind my head. “I’ve never done anything like that before. It was so awkward at first, but then I just got lost in your voice and everything became so intense.”
“Next time, you’ll get to lead.”
“Let’s get that puppy scheduled,” I said with a laugh.
He chuckled into the phone, and then his voice dipped again… so fucking hot. “Next time, we should do that on Skype.”