Lust and Lies 04 - Pretty Maids in a Row

such a call would be another admission of sorts from him. Calling her would be akin to giving in to her power over him. His ability to hold out in this one way had begun to feel like a lifeline to his carefree bachelor days.
    As much as he hated to recognize what was happening to him, it was beginning to look like the mindless appendage between his legs had been joined by his heart, and he felt his brain slowly switching sides as well.
    Damn, but he missed her. He missed her eyes, her smile, her innocence, her passion. He missed her incredible breasts and the way her body took his in and continued to please him long after he was spent. He missed their intellectual debates and her biting sarcasm. He even missed her lies.
    What a wretched state she had reduced him to that he thought the sound of her voice fifteen hundred miles away would ease his agitation and let him drift off to sleep.
    Thoughts of how good it had felt to sleep next to her instantly increased his state of arousal. He grasped the source of his discomfort and closed his eyes. No, not good enough. He wanted Holly.
    Suddenly he thought of a way he could have her. It required a phone call, but he would still be the one in control. As he reached for the phone on the nightstand, he noted the time: two-thirty. For what he had in mind, the groggier she was, the better.
    "Hello?"
    The huskiness in her voice assured him she had been sound asleep. "What are you wearing?"
    "David?"
    He could imagine her rubbing her eyes and pulling herself upright. "Don't get up. I want you just how I picture you in my mind, stretched out on your bed, all warm and dreamy. What are you wearing?"
    "My blue nightgown."
    "The one you had on for about five minutes Friday night?"
    "Yes, but David—"
    "Take it off."
    "What?"
    "Take it off. Slowly. Slide it up your thighs, then lift your hips just enough to pull the gown up to your waist. You know what I mean. Do it the way I would if I were there. Are you doing it?"
    "David, this is—"
    "Either do what I say or I'm hanging up. I want you so bad right now, I hurt, but if you don't want to play with me—"
    "Okay."
    "I want you exposed to me, Holly. No nightgown, no underwear, no sheets. Is that how you are now? Is your gown up around your waist?"
    She didn't answer for a few seconds, but David was certain she was complying. "Did you make yourself ready for me, Holly?"
    "Yes."
    "Good. Now keep your eyes closed. I'm there with you. At the foot of your bed. You're going to have to spread your legs wider to make room for me. I can feel you resisting, Holly. Do you want me to hang up?"
    He heard her sigh, and her whispered "No."
    "All right then. I'm kneeling between your legs. Your hand is my hand now. I want to touch what I see, but you'll have to help me. Run my fingers up and down your thighs, outside, then in. Lightly. Barely graze your skin. Yes, that's it. You feel like expensive silk to me. Did you know that? I see you arching. You want me to touch you there, don't you?" He waited a heartbeat. "Say it."
    "Yes."
    "Brush my fingers over your curls. Easy. Don't sneak inside. It's not time for that yet. That's enough. I want to see the rest of you now. You can move the phone away from your ear long enough to pull the nightgown off completely." He paused, sure of her obedience. "Are you back?"
    "Mm-hmm."
    "You're absolutely beautiful, just like the last time I saw you. I'm going to need both hands from here on. Cradle the phone between your ear and the pillow. That's the way. You know how crazy I am about your breasts. Offer them up to me, love. Lift them and press them together so that I can bury my face in them both at once. Yes. You really are so perfect. I've got your right nipple between my teeth. Oh, god, you taste good. Squeeze it, Holly. Feel me there, sucking on your sweet tit.
    "I'm kissing my way over to your left breast now, but I need you to touch me, too. Reach down and stroke me with your right hand. I'm glad you're not shy about touching me anymore. Do what you did on Sunday morning, love. Oh, god, that's good. Don't forget, I'm still loving your left breast. Are you with me, Holly? Do you feel my tongue licking you?"
    She let out a small moan, and he tightened the fist around his shaft.
    "Are you wet? Let my fingers find out for themselves. Slide them very slowly down over your stomach and through those pretty curls, right over that sensitive little bump of flesh. No, don't dally there. Go further. Slowly now, dip two