Five
“Make big, slow circles around your c**t, Kira.”
The sound of Owl’s voice in my ear sent shivers across my shoulder blades. I was hot, burning up all over. I tilted my head back and sweat ran down my brow. My chin slipped against the cool plastic of the phone. The temperature difference made me gasp.
“I said slow, Shakira.”
“I am,” I whimpered.
I wasn’t. My index finger skated erratic figure eights over my throbbing c**t. The only thing slowing the digit down was the sticky, wet mess I’d made. The sound of Owl’s quiet commands, mixed with the sappy stirrings of me scrubbing that bundle of nerves were about to send me over.
“Slow down.” His words were no louder than a whisper. “I want you to come long and hard for me, baby.”
With the pad of my finger, I started a slow trip aroun
