I grinned and ran my hand down my bare stomach. “Earrings… and nothing else.”

Heated silence, then a ragged breath.

“You okay there, Derrick?”

“Fuck, yes. Tell me.”

I took my own deep breath and teased my nipple. “I think about you, when I’m alone. When I’m in bed naked, like now.”

“What do you imagine?” His quiet voice pitched my need higher, destroying any lingering inhibitions.

“Tracing your tattoos with my tongue, following the contours of your arms, your chest, your abs. Your weight pressing down on me. Stroking that hard cock I felt underneath me until neither of us can form words.” I dipped my hand between my thighs again, picturing him smiling down at me.

“I think about you too, Em. Spreading you out on my bed with my tongue between your legs. I want to taste you with your hands buried in my hair. I want you to come on my mouth and then I want to slide inside you so slow.”

I bit my lip, wishing he didn’t have practice. Fire scorched me inside out, and I couldn’t quench it on my own. My fingers circled my clit, the bundle of nerves already sensitized from earlier, and my back arched of its own accord. A muffled moan slipped out.

“Don’t you dare be quiet. Let me hear you touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.” Derrick’s voice lowered. “Spread your legs for me. Feel my fingers on you, in you.”

We were both panting, sucking in air like we couldn’t get enough. I pinched my nipple and rolled my hips in time with the rhythm of his breathing, riding my hand.

“Derrick…” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I knew who I wanted it from.

“Yes, Em. Come for me.”

I whimpered, so close, lost in my pleasure, until he groaned my name. Like that, I shattered.

Derrick let out a satisfied hum, and I fought the absurd urge to giggle. The flood of release made me feel like I was floating in the aftermath. I’d never climaxed so hard in my life.

If I could get off like that with only his words, I needed to stock up on condoms.

“You okay, Nadia?”

The use of my real name brought me down a little. I liked when he called me Em—liked knowing he did it when he was most vulnerable. If we were back to Nadia, he was distancing himself, which meant our time was just about up.

I shook off the melancholy and adopted a pleased tone of my own. It wasn’t hard, considering what we’d just done. “That was incredible. My bones are jelly.”

Derrick chuckled and water splashed in the background. “Yeah, this will be an interesting practice, but at least I’m feeling loose.” He paused, then spoke softly. “I wish I could be there with you.”