Lured by Ava McKnight Page A

might transpire this evening. She settled more comfortably into the corner of the sofa where she’d curled up in front of a crackling fire.
    With her laptop balanced on the throw pillow she’d placed over knees that were almost drawn to her chest, she began to type.
    “Red nightgown. Short hem. Lacy cups.” She whispered the words as her fingertips glided over the keyboard. It seemed more personal when she could hear the dialogue rather than just see it on the screen.
    “Mm, nice,” he responded. “I’d like to run my hands over your bare thighs, slide my fingers past that short hem and drag your panties slowly down your legs.”
    “Thong,” she typed. “Also red lace.”
    “You’re making me hard.”
    She smiled as she reached for her glass of wine and took a sip. She hadn’t made up her attire—she really was wearing the red nightie. Sure, she’d lied the first couple of times, when she’d said she was dressed sexily, but instead was drowning in too-big-for-her flannel pajamas. Her interactions with Darien had inspired her to ditch the drab nightwear and now, when she was online with him, she dressed provocatively. Even if he couldn’t see her, it made her feel sultry and sensual.
    She wrote, “I’d spread my legs wide so you could settle between them as you lie on top of me.” It’d been entirely too long since she’d felt the weight of a man on her. Missed it sometimes, particularly lately, as her and Darien’s exchanges had heated up and she’d begun to yearn for physical contact.
    “Would you wrap your legs around my hips as I thrust my cock into your wet pussy?”
    She bit her lower lip as exhilaration shot through her, making her inner walls clench tight at the mere mention of having a hard penis inside her. Christ, it really had been too long since she’d had sex.
    “Yes,” she responded.
    “Good. I’d want you to hold me tight as I peel away the lace at your breasts and lick and suck your nipples while plunging deep into your pussy, making you scream from the pleasure.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. Her clit tingled and those nipples he wanted to attend to puckered as she stared at his words for endless moments.
    “Still there?”
    She smiled again. “Yes. Just getting the visual. Your hand cupping a breast as your tongue flicks over my nipple, making it tighter. Making it ache to be sucked into your mouth, your teeth gently scraping over the sensitive tip.”
    She was getting good at this. Their first few “conversations” had been mostly one-sided, with Darien telling her everything he wanted to do to her and Cass touching herself where he directed her to until she came with the fingers of one hand in her dripping cunt, the other hand scrolling down the screen to keep up with his wicked commands.
    “That’s hot, Cass. I’d squeeze your tits while I ram my thick rod into you, fucking you hard as you begged for more.”
    He’d “taken” her in myriad ways, but this little fantasy they typed out was especially erotic because she actually did long to feel him on top of her, to feel his body pressed to hers, to have his bare skin and warm breath caressing her quivering flesh. She’d been daydreaming about this exact scenario a lot lately. So maybe she really was ready to meet him in the real world.
    Shifting on the sofa and tossing aside the pillow, Cass balanced the laptop on the plump cushion on which she sat as her hand skimmed over a breast. She gave the full mound a quick squeeze, pretending it was Darien’s hand on her body. She tweaked the nipple with her finger and thumb, making it harder. Then her hand eased over the red satin covering her stomach. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she touched the apex, slowly stroking herself through the lacy material of her thong.
    With her left hand, she carefully typed, “Then what?”
    “*wg* You naughty girl.”
    “Would you fuck me faster if I wanted it? Thrust harder into me, until I was just about to come?”
    “I’d