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next and then wait.’ She heard the creak of leather as if he’d shifted his weight or sat down.
    She slid out of her jacket and tossed it onto the ever-increasing pile. Tiger was buried underneath and continued to snore undisturbed.
    ‘Where are you, Jay?’
    ‘I’m sitting on my fancy black leather recliner, one foot on the floor, the other on the couch.’
    She tried to picture his long lazy form and found it all too easy.
    ‘Take your blouse off for me and then your pants.’
    She hurried to comply, grateful to be rid of the restric-tions of the material when her body was heating so rapidly. ‘I just have my bra on now.’
    ‘Tell me what it looks like.’
    She glanced down at her chest. ‘It’s beige and lacy.’
    ‘Is the lace see-through?’
    ‘No, but it’s quite sheer.’
    ‘I bet you can see your nipples through the fabric then, right?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Are they hard?’
    ‘My nipples?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘Of course they are.’
    He chuckled. ‘Touch them for me, make them harder.’
    Helen closed her eyes and stroked her nipples between her finger and thumb. The soft tug made her sex cream.
    ‘What are you thinking about?’
    She tugged harder. ‘Your mouth on me.’
    ‘Thinking about kissing your breasts has made me hard again. I’m gonna unzip my jeans now and touch my cock.’
    She heard the clink of his leather belt as he unbuckled it and the zipper of his jeans.
    He groaned. ‘Take your bra off, darlin’, and cup your breasts for me. Don’t stop caressing your nipples though.’
    Helen unclipped her bra and gathered her breasts in her hands, enjoying their weight and smooth texture.
    ‘Sit back on the bed and open your legs wide, so that if I was there I could see your pussy.’
    She scrambled up the bed and leant back against the headboard, picturing him kneeling between her thighs.
    ‘Are you wet for me?’
    She stifled a moan. ‘You know I am.’
    ‘Touch yourself, tell me how wet.’
    She slowly slid her hand down over her stomach until it rested between her legs. She flicked her aroused clit and shuddered. ‘Oh God, I’m soaking.’
    ‘Slide a few fingers inside your pussy. Tell me how it feels.’ He sounded hoarse and jerky as if his words matched the movement of his hand on his cock.
    ‘My fingers aren’t enough. I’m so wet I can hardly feel them.’
    ‘My cock will fill you up.’
    She worked her fingers faster, thumbing her clit as hard as she could.
    ‘I’m going to enjoy watching you turn yourself on like this. But I’m going to enjoy fucking you more. Perhaps I won’t have time to get my clothes off, just unzip my jeans and thrust into you until you scream and beg me to make you come.’
    Helen arched her hips and brought her other hand down to help stimulate her clit.
    ‘Perhaps you wouldn’t even have time to get all those fingers out and I’d fuck you just like that, making you scream even more.’
    She could barely concentrate on his words now, her attention focused on her upcoming orgasm. Her fingers were so wet and slippery that all she could do was spread them wide, concentrate on finding her G-spot and hang on.
    ‘Come for me, Helen. I need you to come, now.’
    The urgency in his voice echoed the urgency of her need. She climaxed with a scream, heard his hoarse shout echo around the room.
    She slowly relaxed her grip on her sex and then wiped her fingers on the bedclothes.
    ‘Was that good, Helen?’
    She didn’t want to speak. She just wanted to drift to sleep on the haze of pleasure.
    His satisfied chuckle echoed around the room. ‘I hope that silence means yes. And it’s going to get even better. I’ll call you tomorrow night.’
    She sighed as he disconnected and just managed to crawl under the duvet before she fell asleep.
    Jay groaned as he stared down at his now flaccid cock. Dating the doctor was going to kill him. He clicked off the light and resumed his slow walk toward the bathroom. His smile returned. He had plans for his sexy