From bestselling and award-winning author Selena Kitt - Over a Million Books Sold!¤ ¤ 2006 Rauxa Prize First Runner-Up ¤ ¤
In the bygone days before cell phones, lonely Cathy, college dropout, works in a grocery store and makes completely random phone calls to strangers just to make a human connection. When a strange coincidence forces her to actually speak to the person on the other end of the phone, she's suddenly thrust back into the world, with all its vulnerability. Will Seth be able to draw Cathy back into the land of the living?
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Note: This is a "new adult" short story - approximately 8000 words.
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"Keep breathing," he murmurs, sliding down my body to settle between my legs. And still, he doesn't move his hand. His cheek rests against my thigh, his mouth close enough to my pussy to move my pubic hair, and his hand covering mine just above my mound.
"Seth," I whisper. "Please."
He nods, looking up at me. "It's okay. Keep breathing." His hand presses and I breathe, closing my eyes as his tongue finds my center. At first there's nothing except that sense of watching myself. Then a slow, rising tickle starts as his tongue moves through my slit, easing back and forth over my clit with an easy persistence.
"Seth," I say, my hand reaching for him, gathering his fine, soft blonde hair and grasping. His tongue moves back and forth over the sensitive bud of my clit, and the shadows deepen around me. I am floating again, this time inward instead of outward.
My breath comes faster and harder now, reminding me to stay here, stay right here, with his mouth and his tongue and his hand on my belly. I move my hips, pulling him closer into me, wiggling toward the right spot, the best place.
"Ahhh god, yes," I moan, and he moans too, sending a shockwave up my spine with the vibration of his tongue. His fingers slip through my wetness, making a soft, squelching sound as he slides first one, then two fingers inside of me. I gasp and buck against him.
"Don't stop," I beg, opening my legs for more, the tickle moving toward tremor. He shakes his head, no, he isn't stopping and the sensation overtakes me. I rise up to meet him like a wave and he presses his hand into my belly as I come. I breathe into it again and again and again.
He is holding me, rolling me over with him and kissing my cheek and my ear and my throat. I slip my hand down under the sheet that he's pulled up over us, smiling to find him still wearing his briefs. Maybe I'm not the only one who's shy.
"Your turn," I whisper against his mouth, kissing my way over his chest, his belly.