"The sheer one?"
My mouth curved upward, pleased he noticed enough to commit it to memory. "Yes."
There was a pause and I swore I heard him moving. Pulling up into a seated position because I had his attention.
"I know you look beautiful," he said, his deep voice sure, like he was stating fact, like how 1+1 equals two or the earth revolved around the sun. "What else?"
"A charcoal gray skirt," I spread my fingers down the front of it. "It stops at my knees when I stand up."
"And now?"
I felt the heat spread, not leaving a single inch of me untouched. "Right now it's mid thigh."
He let out a rumbling sound that came from the back of his throat and shot to my groin, making me clench. I knew my panties were going to be a sticky mess by the time this was all said and done and I didn't even care.
"And beneath?"
I pushed my chair back a few inches, spreading my thighs. "A black bra and a black thong."
"If I were there--"
"If you were here, I'd drop to my knees and suck you until you exploded in my mouth." It came out as a single word and I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear, squeezing my eyes shut. Jesus...it was like it had been a lifetime since he touched me. It had only been two days, but even that seemed too long. Too much to bear.
"I'm sorry," I blurted, knowing that I'd interrupted him. What devastatingly sexy thing would he leave unsaid to discipline me?
"Don't apologize," he said smoothly. "You'd get no complaints from me. I'd love to feel your mouth on me. Your hot little tongue sliding up and down the hardened length."
My heart jumped in my chest when I closed my eyes as he let out a deep groan. Was he touching himself? Imagining my lips around his thick shaft? I was dying to touch myself, to sink my fingers inside.
"Jacob," I whispered hoarsely.
"Not yet," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. So he was punishing me. Suddenly two words were more harsh than any spanking he'd dealt. "I still have to tell you what I'm going to do to you."
I squirmed, knowing that would do nothing for the ache, but loving it. Nothing was as sweet as giving him control. Nothing was more sexy than submitting.
"I wouldn't come," he continued. "Not yet anyway. I'd pull you to your feet by those wild curls and bend you over the edge of the desk."
I gripped my knee, feeling the desire leak from me. A spanking. God yes.
"I know what you're expecting. My hand to turn you red. But not today, love. Today, I want to touch you. Finger f**k you." He paused and I could hear how labored his breathing was. "Would you like that? Me plunging my fingers in and out of you?"
"Y-yes."
"Touch yourself, Leila."
If my skirt gave me any trouble I'd already decided to grab the scissors in my cup and cut myself free. Luckily, my hand slipped under the material easily, fingertips straining until I brushed the crotch of my panties. I pulled them to the side and sunk two hands in and a long, desperate moan poured out of my mouth.
"How wet are you?" He asked, his voice tight.
"Sopping," I eked out, feeling my delicate folds quiver as I went deeper.
"Don't stop," he ordered thickly. "I wouldn't--not before I got to feel how hot and wet you are with my cock."
"Oh Jacob," I sighed in between moans. In between thrusts. My legs were splayed open but that wasn't enough. I threw my leg up on my desk, pen cup, folders flying.
"You know what you do to me?" he said, his voice no longer controlled but unhinged. Wild. "I need you. No one else. No one else...don't stop, Leila. Not until you come."
I was rolling my hips, thrusting the air wildly. When I used my other hand to touch that knot of nerves, the swollen button that would set me free, I knew I was close. But I didn't want to go there alone. I needed him too.
"Come with me," I begged, hoping for an answer soon because my whole body was alive, nerves tingling with the electric current that shorted everything but the two of us. Everything except this pleasure.
"I'm close," he said brusquely. "Are you ready?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tilting precariously on the edge. "Yes...I...I..."
"Come."
The pressure was unbearable.
Beautiful.
Agony.
Release.
I knew I was groaning, crying out for him. Jacob. And he said my name, pulling together the pieces of me. Making me whole again.
"Fuck a few days," he said with a rumbling laugh. "I'm taking no prisoners." His voice deepened, making me grin because I knew what it meant. "Get some rest."
He didn't need to say more than that. When he got home, he was going to blow my freaking mind.
I grinned, pushing aside the whispers about the w edding. Bring it on.
****
"I guess this means I'm out of the dog house."
I rolled my eyes so hard they practically rolled out of my head. It would have just made things worse if Mom would have seen it, but she was preoccupied with trying to figure out how to sit her seat up.
At least I could roll my eyes in peace. I had a feeling peace, calm and lack of drama would be non existent for the next few hours.
"You feel the lever on the side? Pull it up to bring the chair up and push it down to recline."
"Well I'm certainly not going to recline," she huffed. "If I recline anymore I'll be horizontal."
I watched as she brought the seat to an awkward ninety degree angle before I put the car in drive. I was trying to keep my eyes on the road, but she kept fidgeting and squirming in her seat.
"Everything alright, Mom?"
"It's just the leather is so stiff." When I gave her a wary look, she tacked on, "Not that it's not a beautiful car, honey. I'm just not used to all these frills."
You'd think we were riding in a Bentley instead of a ‘13 Hyundai Sonata. I knew she was just being herself, ornery with a smile, but I couldn't help but take offense. This was the first car that ever had my name on it. I put down the hefty downpayment myself and signed the dotted line and upgraded from my rust bucket to something shiny. And mine. I felt so empowered. Proud.
When I came over and presented it with a flourish, she took every ounce of air from my sails by asking if it was a gift from Jacob.When I told her I bought it with my salary she gave me this pointed look that all but said that wasn't that different. And then there was her lackluster ‘Awww’ when she saw the ring. I was totally unprepared for it since she’d hounded Jacob, trying to figure out why I didn't have a ring.